We initially had a lot of love and caring for each other, but after we’d been married a couple of years, that seemed to change. Brian became very ca...eer oriented, but he was insistent about what jobs I should take, and how I should behave at home. We had many arguments over his controlling attitude. It was not a good time.”“When did you first contemplate divorce?”“Oh, not until my friends rescued me and got me in counseling. It was then that I realized I had become an abused woman; that’s what. Without moving my sights from the larger man, I again asked, “Mam, do you need help?” “Yes! Please!” Her voice quivered. She seemed to be near tears. “Get in the truck, Miss!” I ordered. As the girl ran toward my truck’s passenger side, I told the two men, “You two get in that piece of shit and get the fuck out of here.” They didn’t seem too interested in arguing the point with me or my pistol. Both men jumped into the car and sped off. By the time the men were gone, the girl had gotten. We were married in 1960 and our sex life for those 16 years of marriage up to 1976 was almost none existent, she thought it was dirty. Being so close to her mother her attitude to men had changed drastically after our Wales holiday, her mother had noticed this difference in Ruth and it puzzled her, she soon got out of Ruth the truth about Cornelius and his business associates, which got her very excited being herself a widow for almost 30 years, so it was not long after that her mother too. The train was mostly empty. There was a group of four guys and me in that whole compartment. All the guys were in the mid-twenties.All of them were good looking and very huge. I took my seat and put my things under the seat. As I bent down, my ass was clearly visible to all of them. They all were staring at my ass.I sat on my seat and I knew they were looking at my boobs. I didn’t say anything because I was alone and didn’t want a fight. So, I ignored and started reading a book. One of them.