I already had my first son and was expecting my second when we got married on the January 15, 1960. Just two days later my husband left for America to learn molding at an engineering company in Chicago. This skill allowed him to later work in England. When he went across to England two years later, he sent for us to join him.
I arrived in London with my two sons September 1962, to join their father, my husband, whom I had not seen in 3 yrs. Like any wife after prolonged absence from her husband I expected sex only to find there would be none.
I consulted our family physician who told me that my husband was impotent. How? When? I asked. The doctor explained that my husband had a strained gland and it was better for him not to have sex to prevent him from aggravating his condition. And here it all connected for me.
When our relationship first started and we had sex, he experienced difficulties resulting in continuous discharge. At that time, I was living with my sister. One Sunday morning he came with his friend to see me. In front of this friend, he accused me of giving him a venereal disease. I was shocked and embarrassed and tried to hang myself with a piece of rope.
My sister caught me and asked what happened. I told her what Ronald had said.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “If it is so, we will know tomorrow. I’ll take you to see the doctor in Black River.”
The doctor examined me and found no venereal disease but…
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