Princess Diana and Me

I never met Diana but I name this Chapter after her for two reasons, it guarantees a prime spot on Google and as with her there were others involved in my marraige.
Diana had to put up with Camilla and I had to cope with neo nazi in-laws, ginger slag Sally Griffin who looked like a horse and my own parents.
They all conspired to destroy my marraige. The Taylor family hated me from day one, her best friend Ginger encouraged Julie to cheat and provided alibis and my own parents and their partners were jealous because I was truly happy.
If we`d both been orphans, moved to Norfolk or emigrated to Australia we`d still be married now.
It was `outside forces` that destroyed our marriage an alliance of the ginger slag and perverted Richard Grimson.
The foul-mouthed pondlife encouraged Julie to break-up her family and set up home with the borderline paedophile.
My own parents - my mum and her second husband - never really liked me or Julie - and looking back I can see that.
They were jealous of me having a beautiful wife, lovely kids and a nice house. The truth is before I became a husband and a dad they didnt want to know me. I was NEVER invited to any of there family gatherings - but from memory - not long after I was engaged - I was for the first time invited to one of there family parties in Barking.
I wasnt `smart enough` or `clued up` to realise what was going on. The same goes for Christmas before I got engaged or married I only spent one Christmas with my mum and her second husband.
Just one Xmas since the age of 12. I cant remember the year I went to Cheshire with the Prevost family and my Uncle Johnny - but I do know that it was so stressful that I went out on Christmas Eve met some local girl in a pub and didnt return until Boxing Day.
Looking back its weird - but I only spent one Xmas with my dad after his divorce and before I got married.
Again I cant remember the year - I think I was 18 or 19 - a load of us had booked into a hotel in Margate or Ramsgate for 3 days and this time I went to a local nightclub on Xmas Eve - met a girl and didnt return until late Christmas Day.
It werent just cos these girls were drop dead gorgeous - I cant even remember their names or what they looked like - but they must of been blonde.
I think I understand now that I couldnt face Xmas Day with the partners of my parents - they werent my relations - they werent blood relatives - they were fuck all to do with me - so why should I like them?
But once I was engaged/married and then became a dad - I came in from the cold - I suddenly became their son again.
If only I knew what I know now - if only I had been stronger and not a big softie - but the truth is I tried to re-create my past.
The last time I celebrated Xmas with my `proper parents` I was 12 and looking back I can see I sort of changed when I was in their company.
I almost became a teenager again because I wanted to please them. I wanted everything to be perfect - but part of me resented them and the older my own kids got the more my resentment grew.