When it wasn't love

A desperate escape from what should have been home. I thought of myself as an adult, grown up. I had to run, put an end to all the years of abuse and neglect I'd suffered at the hands of others.

A desperate escape from what should have been home. Aged just eighteen, I thought of myself as an adult, grown up. I had to run, put an end to all the years of abuse and neglect I'd suffered at the hands of others. But I was wrong. It didn't matter how far I ran, what distance I put between myself and the people who'd hurt me. I had naively thought all the emotional baggage would be left behind with all the belongings I wasn't able to take with me. I thought my own attempts at love would help to heal my heart and past traumas. I wanted nothing more than to feel good enough. To be loved, and to be able to give love in return.

Autorentext
Elaine Louise, born in the 1970's within the beautiful Cotswolds region, and raised on a pretty bleak and rough council estate. Author of four books, where the hard knocks of childhood have greatly inspired her instinct to write. Elaine has been a race horse trainer, a lover of speed and fast cars, and survived a kidnapping in North Africa. She worked as an International Marketing and Communications Executive within Financial Services, and after more than a decade of travelling and honing her skills, she packed away her pinstripe suits and high heels and left the UK for good. Since 2007, you can find Elaine in the midst of the Swiss Alps, where she now lives peacefully with her family, with a pen in one hand and a huge mug of Tea in the other, busy contemplating her next books.