I am a widow and a mother of three children. My late husband was a violent man who as far as I can recall, never showed me an ounce of love or affection in all our married life. Shortly before we met, he had had an affair with another woman who was expecting his baby, but unfortunately she was killed in a road accident.
One day without any warning my husband drove off in the car and took his own life. To be totally honest, I couldn't grieve for him. My feelings for him had slowly ebbed away little by little, each time he lost his temper and beat me. I just felt enormous relief that I was free of him and his domineering family! I was angry too, that he could leave three small children just like that without giving a thought to their future. He was never violent towards them I might add, just me.
I remember one night in particular when we were lying in bed, and I was just lost in thoughts, unable to sleep when without any warning he suddenly hit me across the face with his fist. I literally saw stars! Next day I told my own parents that I had walked into a door when they asked me where I had got the bruised face and black eye. My father however, the kindest gentlest man in the world was not convinced I'm sure.
In the evening after my husbands funeral, I was alone in the house with my three little ones. The eldest ones were eight and six, and the youngest four years old. The house had been filled with visitors during the day, and my children were naturally very upset, and not a little scared of sleeping in their own rooms that night, so they pleaded to be allowed to share my bed. I agreed, and somehow we managed to squeeze together and I had the two youngest ones on one side of me, and the eldest one on the other.
We were just dozing off to sleep when suddenly there was an almighty bang on the bedroom door, and it seemed that the walls in the bedroom shook. The children began crying saying "What was that Mummy?" I know I hadn't imagined it, because they heard it too. I didn't tell them of course but I was terrified at the time.
We moved out of that house at the first opportunity, and I have never experienced any other unexplained "bumps" or "bangs" since then. I am totally convinced however, that this was my late husband having the last word!