It was a different, less-tolerant age...
Sheila grew up in Rotherham, the daughter of an uncaring mother who made her believe she was useless, stupid and most painfully of all unlovable. As a young woman, her worst childhood fears were confirmed when her fiance broke off their engagement without an explanation. Heartbroken and vulnerable, Sheila was easy prey to the worst type of man, a man who turned his back on her when she told him she was carrying his child.
In Fifties Britain, an unmarried, pregnant girl received, not sympathy but censure and contempt. Shunned by most of her family, Sheila ended up in a Church of England home for unmarried mothers, with no apparent alternative than to give up her child for adoption. But when she held her newborn daughter in her arms for the first time, Sheila knew she had to do the unthinkable: bring up her baby on her own in a society that would condemn her for it.
In her powerful memoir, Sheila describes the harsh reality of being a single mum in the 1950s and how, ultimately, she found the peace that comes with loving and being loved by a good man.