As the year of 2004 drew to its troubled close, things had reached such a pitch in Jim Perrin’s increasingly resentful behaviour and envenomed accusations against our sister’s sons that she began to dread the meetings between them.
To put this into perspective: it was not the case that either son still lived at home, although their own bedrooms were there for them whenever they returned. One son was by now teaching in Sheffield and the other was completing his course at University in London; and too, with their free time taken up with travel and other youthful involvements, they were not all that often in Wales. When they did go home they were frequently ‘out and about’ locally, meeting up with their old school friends. Normal life, in other words, for those in that age group, and a pattern which will be recognised by parents everywhere. They were initially, as we all were, really very happy for their mother, ref. our post Jac’s relationship with Jim Perrin, and completely supportive, and they just got on with their lives as before.
Nevertheless Jim Perrin had very soon, after moving to our sister’s house in the Autumn of 2003, convinced himself that her sons were, in his words ‘against’ him — simply not true; and attributed to them all manner of misdemeanours and disrespectful and insulting behaviour. He managed always to imbue their home-comings with feelings of unease. Continue reading