Indigo Bloome - Destined to Play

For my mum, whose unconditional love, support and nurturing since birth has enabled me to live my dreams many times over .

‘Do you ever feel like you were destined to play?’

‘Only in my dreams …’

Table of Contents

Title Page Destined To Play Indigo Bloom

Dedication For my mum, whose unconditional love, support and nurturing since birth has enabled me to live my dreams many times over .

Epigraph ‘Do you ever feel like you were destined to play?’ ‘Only in my dreams …’

Preface Preface If I had known then what I know now, would it be any different? I’m not sure why or how my life changed so dramatically so fast, yet it continues as if nothing has changed at all. It began with one weekend that perhaps, in hindsight, should never have happened, but deep in my soul I have a vague nagging that it was always meant to be … This leaves me embroiled within a psychological and sexual tornado that landed without any advance warning or forecast — or maybe I just missed the signs? Either way, what has happened, has happened, what will be, will be. I just don’t know how it will end, or whether I will survive the journey.

Part I Part I ‘No ordinary work done by a man is either as hard or as responsible as the work of a woman who is bringing up a family of small children; for upon her time and strength demands are made not only every hour of the day but often every hour of the night.’ — Theodore Roosevelt

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Epilogue

Author’s Note

Acknowledgements

About the Author

Copyright

About the Publisher

If I had known then what I know now, would it be any different?

I’m not sure why or how my life changed so dramatically so fast, yet it continues as if nothing has changed at all. It began with one weekend that perhaps, in hindsight, should never have happened, but deep in my soul I have a vague nagging that it was always meant to be …

This leaves me embroiled within a psychological and sexual tornado that landed without any advance warning or forecast — or maybe I just missed the signs? Either way, what has happened, has happened, what will be, will be. I just don’t know how it will end, or whether I will survive the journey.

‘No ordinary work done by a man is either as hard or as responsible as the work of a woman who is bringing up a family of small children; for upon her time and strength demands are made not only every hour of the day but often every hour of the night.’

— Theodore Roosevelt

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