An­nual golf tour­na­ment raises thou­sands

The Guardian (Charlottetown) - - FEATURES / COMMUNITY -

Even though the many golfers came away with prizes from the 13th an­nual Aca­dian Golf Tour­na­ment, the win­ners are the youth who will be able to par­tic­i­pate in the 2019 fi­nals of Les Jeux de l’Acadie, thanks in part to the funds raised at tour­na­ment.

The tour­na­ment raised a record profit of $7,900. Or­ga­niz­ers of the event were pleased with the re­sults as 91 golfers par­tic­i­pated in the tour­na­ment, de­spite the cooler tem­per­a­tures.

The four­some, “Les Hackeux”, claimed the cham­pi­onship, com­prised of Ghis­lain Bernard, Nicholas Gal­lant, Jamie Caissie and Mar­cel Landry, the team par­tic­i­pated in the yearly fundraiser for the Aca­dian Games on Sept. 9 at Glas­gow Hills Golf Club in New Glas­gow.

The team came away with a score of 58, while sec­ond-place team, Ge­orge Trainor, fin­ished with a score of 60 and the third­place group, “Les gars à John”, fin­ished with a 61.

About 20 months ago, af­ter I found out I was preg­nant, I was aban­doned by the father of my child. My mother had passed away a month be­fore. So, I was griev­ing, shocked to dis­cover I was preg­nant and dev­as­tated when I was left for an­other woman.

I went through my preg­nancy alone, gave birth alone and am now a sin­gle mother.

While my child and I are blessed – I have a good job, Momma left me some money that has helped me buy a home, and my friends are sup­port­ive – my heart is bro­ken.

My son’s father pays child sup­port, but his pri­or­ity is the woman he left us for.

Ev­ery­one tells me I need to be the big­ger per­son, accept the sit­u­a­tion and give my son a chance to know his father. I un­der­stand all of that, but I am so an­gry. I feel re­jected and de­based. I cry all the time. I try to keep a pos­i­tive face for my son, but some­times I break down.

My son’s father and his lady make fun of me and flaunt how happy they are to­gether while I am alone rais­ing my child.

The woman en­joys point­ing out how hard I have it and how alone I am.

My son is my joy and I love him dearly, but why am I not al­lowed to be an­gry at his father and that woman? Why must I be the one who ac­cepts the hurt and dif­fi­culty,

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