Here’s a diary entry I wrote about 6 weeks ago, nothing overly interesting but it does make me chuckle a little ( yes I find myself quite amusing sometimes 🤣) Also realised emojis work here YES!!

Here goes..

So here I am week 3 of being in refuge, I wish I had started this diary a while ago but hey ho! Today and yesterday have probably been my lowest whilst being here but still nowhere near as bad as being with the perp. I’m gona refer to him as perp or the perp, usually it’s a swear word but seeing as I quite like most swear words I think this is better 🤷‍♀️😂 Perp for perpetrator, because really that’s all he fucking is, and that’s all he ever fucking will be.
I’m thinking maybe one day this could turn into a blog or perhaps a book, or perhaps I’ll just look back at it by myself. I’m gona share each day as it comes with past events too. My brain has way too much in it not letting it out somewhere would be a silly idea!
It’s really quite overwhelming to describe your life to someone (even though I’m really quite getting used to it)

I awaited a call from a police sergeant that as always never fucking came. What a shocker 🙄 When the perp was first arrested in February 2019 I thought wow, they really do care about victims of domestic abuse. The further in I’ve got I realise that I am just a number, just another statistic that quite frankly noone gives a shit about 🤷‍♀️ He was supposed to explain to me why they are taking no further action on the reported breaches of a non-molestation order granted against the perp in March 2019. Why they even bother having these and restraining orders in place I don’t know!!! I understand greatly that our emergency services are so heavily stretched nowadays of course, but it’s no excuse to not follow through with what they say they will do. Being honest not 1 single person has given 1 single fuck about the safety of me and the kids, na not really. Tick boxes have been ticked (mostly) they got their conviction for their records and that’s it now piss off with your shit because we don’t want to know. God fucking forbid he finds us because if anything happens to me it’s on their backs. Seriously it’s like they get bored 🤦‍♀️ oh it was only a few bruises she will be alright. Bet they also thought that about all the victims who are killed after authorities fail to do their job 🙄
Anyways, it’s been a tough one.

Had the shits most of the day too, damn IBS is playing up and if you hadn’t quite gathered yet my life is one big stress so yes, its STRESS RELATED IRRITABLE BOWEL SYNDROME.

Thanks again perp, you fucking wank stain 🖕
So what’s he up to? Telling the Facebook world hes going to find the kids and take them. Also begging a family solicitor to come forward and help him fight for his kids in court. I mean really any normal person would just Google it, but hes skint.
So skint he’s fucked off on holiday, prob with his new bird who he’s been parading around with. Now please let’s not think I am envious of such new gf, I would rather gauge my own eyes out. Genuinely I feel sorry for her I really do.
So, he can’t afford a solicitor or to pay a court order to get contact with the children he so desperately loves adores and misses (cue the bullshit cough) or afford to pay a penny towards them (it’s been 3 months now) but hes sunning it up somewhere.
Let’s pray he either drinks himself to death or the plane crashes on the way home, wouldn’t that be such a shame? 🙏🤣

That’s all for today, time to switch off from the world and watch Netflix. Highlight of my life!! Peace out ✌

Are you bored yet? 😂

Until next time,

B xxx