Louis

Louis, a man who is aged 44, he has never married, he never wanted to, to be fair.  He and his brother live at home with their mum in a barn conversion his father built before he passed away.  It's fair to say this affected him, not in the way it should. Louis loved his father he thought, if he did why did he feel hardly any emotion when he died; plus It made him feel old, that was the main observation. His own mortality, had messed with his head. I am now the older generation, I haven't achieved anything in life yet.

He is from a good family, he has a decent job, an electrician, at the moment he is working on the M6 on the gantries. His ego is so huge you would think he personly built those cameras his self!

When Louis was born, he was difficult from the start.  His mother was left to bring up twins plus, a three year old, with their father at work, she had her hands full.  She didn't really bond with her twins especially Louis, he had colic from being a newborn; so he hardly slept just screamed with pain. As soon as the colic ended, then the teething started, You never heard anyone make a fuss like Louis.

I'm June, I can't give my children all the time they deserve. I'm exhausted most of the time, Keith my husband, cannot help as much as I would like because of his full-time job, he might read them a bedtime story.  One of the twins is especially difficult. Louis, when he was teething, it was twice as bad as the other boys.  I'm guilty I've kicked the cot, in frustration and told him to shut up, I've sometimes screamed it! My other boys have grown up fine, they both have good jobs.  My oldest son is married with two children, Jamie is a confirmed bachelor, he has friends and the occasional girlfriend.  Louis has nobody, he sits in his room all day, watching TV expecting me to wait on him all the time.  He drinks far too much wine, and whatever else takes his fancy. He tags along with his brother Jamie, despite of everything the boys are close.  Louis spends all his money on drink drugs and pretty clothes, he is always in trouble, a petty criminal.  Once he reached secondary school, I couldn't keep him in there, he and another boy would either go shoplifting or try and get served in the pub.

I'm guilty, I'm aggressive towards him, I speak to him sharply. He is lazy, his room is filthy! He won't help me at all!  When his father died of a short illness. continued>>