Whether to sell my cottage or not was a big decision and very painful for me to make as it was my piece of heaven and most importantly it was mine. My beautiful cottage was in Nantwich, Cheshire. I was in turmoil. I spent many days and nights pondering over the situation but I never got a clear answer.
I had met and fallen in love: something I had stated I would never do after my first marriage had failed - but alas it happened. I had a lot of fear of doing the wrong thing. What if things did not work? What about my children even though they were grown up they were still a big part of my life and I was going to be moving to Devon, a place where I knew no one.
On the day of the move my eldest son Andy was helping me to move and when it was time to go he found me in the corner of my bedroom. I was very emotional. He pleaded with me not to distress myself and we left.
I was only in Devon one year when my husband decided to sell the farm. He had asked his son a question. ‘What would you do if anything happened to me?’
His son replied, ‘I’ll move on.’
Then his late wife’s mother attacked me physically in the village and threatened to kill me as I was living in her late daughters house. It was no idle threat; it took three people to take her off me. What chaos and hell. So we sold and moved to Shropshire.
Looking back I realized my intuition was guiding me, I should have kept my cottage and rented it out but I listened to my heart.
When in Cheshire I pass the cottage and long to be back there: but time moves on and I have to move with it.
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