Marc wanted to go to the pub to celebrate. I wasn't really in the mood but I went along and had a mock tail. I had to think what I was going to do. Was I to stay with this obviously mixed up man and settle for the uneasy atmosphere and uncertain future with him or make a run for it whilst I still could and consider my options at my dads. I stayed and over the next few weeks the honeymoon period started again with Marc being happy and caring and planning a move to Sydney with me to start a fresh. At least then I thought I would be close to my dad if I needed help. My brother lived there too with his wife but we hadn't been in touch for a while and I'm sure mum had told him lots of exaggerated stories about me running away with a loser so I wouldn't be contacting him in a hurry.
We packed up and with a small loan from my dad set up home in collaroy near the beach in a small unit. Again I signed up for college in crows nest. Marc got a job at the cinemas at hoytes in the city. Life was ok for awhile until Marc would drink on the weekends and want to go out locally and would again be out all hours as I didn't want to go with my growing pregnant belly. One night I did go and Marc was wearing a bandana, which was not really the look on the north shore at the time and things went bad. I told him he probably wouldn't get in but he didn't listen.
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