So I’m gona briefly explain the last 5 months and this will give you an idea of what’s been happening and a slight insight into my crazy ass life!! I had written a few posts before and I will post them (even if they are a bit all over the place) so it will make more sense after this! Names & locations will be changed on all posts just to keep everyone safe 🙂

On the 28th February 2019 I made a call that would ultimately change my life forever, I reported my husband to the police for assault, the hardest phone call I’ve ever made. After being thrown out again (one day I’ll go back to that last night) I went to my friends house, a friend who knew more than most and who had been there without judgement the entire time if your reading this, I love you. Sat at her kitchen table with no shoes, covered in dirt, my body hurting she gave me an ultimatum.

“You can go back there and do that every single day for the rest of your life or you make that phone call and it ends now”

Decision was made and the real hardwork began. Now I’ll speed up a tad..

He was arrested for assault by beating & released under bail conditions. 10 days later re arrested for harassment whilst on bail. Another few weeks or so and another arrest for breaching court bail. Basically, he wasn’t giving up.

Please also note whilst this was going on I was still in my house which was next door to his family.

I then approached the family court for my own injunction because clearly he didnt give a fuck about police bail so in March my non-molestation order was granted and it was also now I decided to stop child contact. My children had been used enough and I wasn’t having them confused anymore. Mummy and daddy were certainly not fucking getting back together.

In April we got the conviction of assault by beating & harassment and I’m not even gona fucking bother with the punishment because its laughable, though it was still a huge win for me.

And then 30 mins from sentencing the cunt is outside my house. Now here’s when you’ll get a slight insight into the world of our criminal justice system (not the police, the courts)

A man was convicted of domestic abuse charges and then allowed TO LIVE NEXT DOOR to the victim. How? I’m still asking that question.

Anyways I had stayed in the house to keep working and whilst councils and my landlord tried to move us. It was horrific living there, every day I was tormented, he was always there, making sly comments, shouting abuse at my friends, posting shit in my letterbox.

Imagine making such a bold and brave decision to leave as they always suggest you do and then still having to live on edge every single fucking day? I couldnt even go in my garden without being watched it was horrific.

Some of you may already know I am a lash artist, I had a salon in my garden but had began lashing clients inside due to being threatened with social services for “leaving my children unattended”. That’s why I stopped contact actually, he facetimed my children and told them the police were coming because mummy left them alone (more lies) Anyways I was lashing a client in my kitchen, I didn’t usually let the kids outside without me but my girl had asked so sweetly as it was a warm day. All I wanted to do was earn £40 for my kids coz no other cunt was paying for them! Still doesn’t either.. They were then convinced to go over the fence, told they could come over for a while and then go home.

I realised within roughly 9 minutes they were gone, our little dog alerted me actually God bless her!

You must be aware until now I had kept all my emotions in, I had never responded to anything from anyone, but now that was unleashed. By the time I got over that fence he was already ringing the police and filming me. I then lost my shit and tried to break into the house using my Henry Hoover pole, it was the only thing I could find! I remember screaming so fucking hard I almost pissed myself (no joke) After everything I had been through now my children were gone.

Waiting for the police I laid on my hallway floor and sobbed my fucking heart out, at the moment I couldn’t fight anymore.

Because of parental rights I couldn’t get them back that night and I knew then I could no longer stay in the house.

The next day I removed the kids from school at lunchtime and they never returned to that house. I would never ever let that happen again. And so came the decision to move into refuge.

We left our home, our friends, school and my business all just to be safe. I had to rehome our tortoises and was so lucky that I had a trusted person to look after our doggy, shes doing so well and it is the best feeling knowing shes being taken care of, if your reading this thank you from the bottom of our hearts.

Now let me tell you during this whole time my name has been well and truly fucking dragged through the mud, my whole life publicised on fucking Facebook, and it really fucks me off but I’ve kept my cool and my dignity (just about though, I’ve had stern warnings from friends haha)

During this time my friends and family have been harassed by messages etc and actually even my fucking clients!! Then came a visit to my mum, who lives 60 miles away should I add, followed by my car registration being posted online for people to “follow”. I’ve had to shut down my Instagram and Facebook business accounts due to the flying monkeys finding out my business. In the world of narcissists a flying monkey is someone who does their dirty work for them just so you know.

Then comes another visit to my mums whilst we are there, sitting there eating our KFC in the living room and look who fucking waltzes in. Yep you got it!!

My family fought him to get him out, never underestimate their love and protection for us. How someone thinks they can walk in and take my children I dont fucking know.

Then we have 1 charge of stalking, 1 charge of breaching a non-molestation order and 3 counts of assault by battery and a suspended sentence was given.

So that’s where we are up to, I’ve had peace for 2 weeks so far but it doesn’t last long unfortunately. I’m awaiting the next move. We’ve now been safe in refuge for 9 weeks, probably going to be here a few more months waiting for our forever home but it will be worth it.

That was such a brief description of the last 5 months, honestly this shit is like a fucking Netflix series!

You may now understand a small fraction of what we have been through.

Until next time,

B xxx