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Life as a 16-Year-Old in Surrey: Love, Heartache, and the Complications of Family Another Day of education. Another Day of tears in the bathrooms. Another slammed bedroom door when I get home because my mother doesn’t care. Welcome to my world! My name is Lucy Lattimer, I’m 16 and I live in Surrey. The living in Surrey as what has become the problem! We used to live in a tiny village that nobody has heard of in Yorkshire, but Mum decided to both remarry and relocate, and guess who didn’t get a say in the matter? I was so happy for her when she started dating John and to be honest, I was only 13 at the time and I had a bit of a crush on him myself but that waned over the next few years. He commuted up to see us every weekend but as things got more serious, the talk of moving down South came up more and more. I hated the idea and at every opportunity, I let mum know this! The wedding happened in the spring (naturally)that I was 15 and I stayed with my aunt while Mum and John went on honeymoon. My aunt asked me the question which nobody had even thought to ask me at this point which was whether I was going to take John’s name. At that moment, I felt a little alienated and left out of things and even though my own father was a useless, alcoholic waste of breath, I decided then that Lattimer would stay. During the last few days that my Mum was away, I actually scored my first boyfriend. He asked me to go to the pictures with him and as I got dressed up for the date, I suddenly felt like a real woman. …the next moment changed everything

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Life as a 16-Year-Old in Surrey: Love, Heartache, and the Complications of Family

Another Day of education.

Another Day of tears in the bathrooms.

Another slammed bedroom door when I get home because my mother doesn’t care.

Welcome to my world!

My name is Lucy Lattimer, I’m 16 and I live in Surrey. The living in Surrey as what has become the problem! We used to live in a tiny village that nobody has heard of in Yorkshire, but Mum decided to both remarry and relocate, and guess who didn’t get a say in the matter?

I was so happy for her when she started dating John and to be honest, I was only 13 at the time and I had a bit of a crush on him myself but that waned over the next few years. He commuted up to see us every weekend but as things got more serious, the talk of moving down South came up more and more. I hated the idea and at every opportunity, I let mum know this!

The wedding happened in the spring (naturally)that I was 15 and I stayed with my aunt while Mum and John went on honeymoon. My aunt asked me the question which nobody had even thought to ask me at this point which was whether I was going to take John’s name. At that moment, I felt a little alienated and left out of things and even though my own father was a useless, alcoholic waste of breath, I decided then that Lattimer would stay.

During the last few days that my Mum was away, I actually scored my first boyfriend. He asked me to go to the pictures with him and as I got dressed up for the date, I suddenly felt like a real woman. I guess I was one of the last in my school to be asked out because I was also one of the last to stop looking like Olive Oyl! I reached 5ft 1 when I was 11 and stopped dead. Puberty hit me very late and the previous year was the first that saw any form of shape hit my body. It hadn’t hit me too hard and I barely filled an A cup bra, but it didn’t matter, I was going out on a date!

The date went really well and as we parted at

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