I was a member of an evangelical church. They told me I had to get married in order to stop all the men in the church looking at me, and they wanted to stop hearing how beautiful I was, and they didn't want all the women to be upset with me because their husbands were looking at me.

I married a man whose IQ was half mine (really) that was a labourer, that I had absolutely nothing in common with, and I didn't even like. The reason was that the church did some terrible things to me and I married him in a state of trauma in order to please the church. The child came 4 years later when the church told me that I had to carry out god's ordinance to reproduce.

Um. I slept with my husband and got pregant the first time. I couldn't bring myself to touch him. He just felt like a brother or someone to whom I had no attraction. So, no, there was no relationship. He lived in the study and I lived in the bedroom.

My late father died about two weeks after I conceived. I went into shock. I got divorced a few weeks after my daughter was born, left the country, and brought up my daughter on my own.

That's the short version.