…some may think that if I had known what was to come, I would not have fought so hard for Verity to live when she was being born but not so.
To remind you, when Verity was being born, the midwife mucked up and did not recognise the signs that Verity was in distress but I did and I went out into the middle of the delivery suite and shouted out that “if a doctor did not come in the next 5 minutes, I would sue the hospital”; a doctor arrived 2 minutes later and took over. Verity has her cord wrapped around her throat and, if there had been no action taken, Verity would have died or would have been born a vegetable due to oxygen deprivation.
Although I did not know whether it was going to be a boy or a girl, I had already loved my child for many months, probably from the day that it was determined that Sam was pregnant.
The fact that Verity utterly betrayed her Daddy for the sake of money, that I had sacrificed so much for her and for her mother and even given the fact that Verity falsely accused me for sexually abusing her and started a snowball of an unearthing from my deep subconscious that I had been abused myself by my father and that for many years, I have suffered from mental and physical illness, I still do not regret that Verity was born to me and became my world, although all of that was taken away from me, to the extent that there is and always will be, a massive hole in my heart and in my life.
Many years ago, I got a lady called Meia pregnant; Verity would have had a half sister or brother and I will regret the decision to encourage Meia to have an abortion to my dying day.
Although it was all to do with money, maybe Verity’s betrayal was my punishment