Cry Silent Tears: The heartbreaking survival story of a small mute boy who overcame unbearable suffering and found his voice again. Joe Peters

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СКАЧАТЬ her to a four-year-old boy. Maybe she just said ‘Your mum’s cross because your dad wants to stay with me and not her.’ But over the years I pieced together their story from bits of information I picked up here and there.

      Mum had been married in her teens to her school sweetheart; she was forced by the family to marry after she fell pregnant. Their son, Wally, was to be the first of the three children the young couple would have together, followed over the next few years by two more boys, Larry and Barry. Once she had started having children Lesley became a full-time housewife, an undertaking that would soon become more of an obsession than a lifestyle. Her house was always kept spotless and woe betide anyone who so much as dropped a crumb on a carpet.

      From what I’ve been told the marriage was pretty strong to start with, although the children were all brought up with the same ferocious strictness that Lesley had experienced herself, but the death of their fourth child at birth caused a rift between her and her first husband. The marriage quickly degenerated from that point and ended in divorce, leaving Lesley bringing up three children on her own, feeling angry and resentful towards the whole world.

      It was at that stage that she started to drink seriously in order to dull the pain of losing her baby, and the children’s father disappeared for good from all their lives. The trouble with drink is that although it does help to lessen any pain you might be suffering, it can stoke up any anger that might be simmering below the surface, and Lesley had a cauldron full of that waiting to come to the boil. It also soaks up any spare money there might be in the family, increasing the very hardships that she was trying to escape from.

      If there was one thing Lesley was determined not to do, it was be a prisoner in her own home and she became an avid pub drinker and partygoer. She was, after all, still a young woman in her early twenties and she craved a bit of fun. Soon after the divorce had come through she went to a party that Marie – an old school friend of hers – was having to celebrate the anniversary of her marriage to a man called Frankie. Lesley was still a vivacious, attractive young woman and that night she was up for a good time. During the party she met my dad, William, a friend of Marie’s and Frankie’s, and he appeared to be unattached and interested in her. What she didn’t know at the time was that Marie and William were in love but couldn’t do anything about it because neither of them wanted to betray Frankie, who William looked on as his best friend. Believing she was just enjoying a good night out, Lesley was actually stumbling blindly into a love triangle that was already on the brink of exploding.

      William was by all accounts a bit of a charmer who could light up a room just by walking into it. He could have had his pick of the women there that night but it was Marie he was in love with and he was beginning to harbour thoughts of trying to coax her away from his mate, Frankie. The first thing he had to do, of course, was ensure that she was as keen to be with him as he was to be with her.

      Feeling left out as he watched them together at their anniversary party, and hoping to make Marie jealous on the night, William decided to seduce Lesley, who had probably had enough drinks to make her look like a promising prospect. Ultimately I guess he was hoping that when Marie experienced a rush of jealousy at seeing him paying attention to her friend, she would realize how much she loved him and would leave Frankie for him. It was the sort of game that could only end in tears, but then a lot of people fail to weigh up the consequences of their actions when they’re young and they’ve had a few drinks at a party. Perhaps the flirtation between William and Lesley started out as a relatively innocent bit of fumbling around on the dance floor but one thing soon led to another and a month or two later she found herself pregnant with me.

      I don’t think Dad was ever the least bit in love with Mum because his affections were always directed towards Marie, even on the night of my conception, but he was a decent man and once he discovered she was pregnant he decided that marrying her was the honourable thing to do. He was a bit daunted to discover that she already had three kids from her first marriage, something she hadn’t mentioned when they met at the party, but Mum came from a Catholic family and he realized it would look doubly bad if he didn’t put a ring on her finger. The fact that he was willing to marry Lesley, however, did not change the way William still felt about Marie and his plan to kindle her interest by making her jealous was working. Marie had finally decided to give in to his advances, despite the fact that he was now officially engaged to be married to her friend, and was still her husband’s best friend. I wasn’t even out of the womb and already my family life was a potential war zone. Whatever was going to happen next it was unlikely that anything was going to go smoothly for any of them.

      After that night my dad and Marie allowed their passion for one another to overcome all caution and before long Frankie came home unexpectedly one day and caught his wife and his best friend in bed together. Unable to think of anything to say to the treacherous couple, he turned on his heel and walked out of the bedroom without so much as a word. Dad, mortified at what he had done, hurriedly pulled on his trousers and ran after him, but it was too late to save the friendship. The two men started arguing and got into a fight in the street, and when Frankie did eventually come home he took the rest of his anger out on Marie. In that day of betrayal and violence their marriage was destroyed and Dad, furious that any man had dared to lay his fists on the woman he loved, went looking for Frankie again. Everyone now got to hear what was going on, including Lesley. There was no going back; she had a baby on the way and a husband who was having an affair with her best friend. She was publicly humiliated and very, very angry about it.

      By the time I was born in 1973 Frankie had disappeared off the scene and Dad was skipping back and forth between Lesley, the mother of his adored first child, and Marie, the love of his life. It was as though I had been born into a powder keg and I was going to be the spark that would ignite the whole thing once and for all. If I had never been conceived I’m sure Dad would never have married Mum and he and Marie would have stayed together from then on and lived a very happy life together. But I was there, and that changed everything.

Chapter Two A Bitter Battleground

      The garage where Dad worked was just a small back-street one, a couple of bays with ramps for the cars to be raised up on when the mechanics needed to get underneath, and some grubby offices and a customers’ waiting room to the side, with all the walls smudged in oily handprints. I loved the noise and smell of the place when they were all busy working. If cars didn’t need to go on the ramp Dad would sometimes work on them outside on the grass verge beside the road, where Graeme kept a few old bangers polished and lined up for sale at bargain prices. Dad liked being out in the fresh air as he worked and I preferred it too – just him and me and the cars, and the passing world for me to watch.

      I always asked him if I could have an oily face like his and I’d squeal with delight when he would rub his fingers over a dirty car engine and then smudge my nose and cheeks as though he was anointing me into some secret Masonic club for car mechanics. If he was working underneath a car he would put me inside his Capri, which would be parked across the forecourt, telling me to stay there and play till he had finished, but if he was working on top of an engine he would pull a high stool up for me beside him and let me fiddle around under the bonnet just like him. Often I was more of a hindrance than a help but he would never get cross when I messed things up, always joking and making me laugh.

      I imagine that one of the reasons he liked going to work was because it took him away from the pressures of his private life. No man trying to please two women is likely to be having an easy time of it from either of them, however charming he might be. It was a situation totally of his own making, of course, but that wouldn’t have made it any easier to deal with on a day-to-day basis. The easygoing banter of his workmates must have seemed like a rest cure compared to what was going on in his personal life.

      Actually, nothing would ever have made Mum an easy person to deal with by then. If she had been angry with life after the loss of her fourth baby and the collapse СКАЧАТЬ