And so, the wanderer returns.

On my way to the seaside for a lovely little weekend away and ding goes my email, guess who’s back with a brand new rap?

Queue the eye rolls, everyone get ya violin out 🙄🙄🤣

Not entirely sure what’s kicked this one off but ok, I asked my solicitor not to forward on his shit because I don’t need to read it. But whatevs they’ve sent it on aswell as one from a few weeks ago.

My kids also do not need to read the letters attached. Any normal, sane, educated & mature parent would not discuss the shit he does in letters to his kids. Stopping my children from reading them is not child abuse my friend, YOU SENDING THEM THAT SHIT IS CHILD ABUSE.

It’s also the fact that you continue to try to use your own children to abuse their mother. That’s the only reason you want them around.

And precisely the reason you do not have contact with them.

Do your kids really need to be told daddy is staying alive? Fucking christ give me a break.

So first email was wishing the kids a good holiday and advising me not to leave them with anyone I didn’t know.

Thank you for the parenting advice, i’ll try to remember that next time it’s much appreciated.

He also wants my help to try to save his dog that attacked a 1 year old child, a dog that I never trusted and that I didn’t want. I am a firm animal lover btw and I do not blame the dog for his actions but rather the owner and previous owner, both I can imagine beat the poor thing. An incredibly sad situation but I am very glad it was not my children, I’m also glad said child is alive and well.

Please, don’t say that you miss me, it makes me vom. But to be fair you should miss me, because I am pretty fucking awesome.

My have you got yourself in some trouble and that’s coz you ain’t taking it out on me anymore, the whole world has seen your true colours because they aint within 4 walls anymore.

I’m sorry your in pain, my heart bleeds.

My boy does talk to his friends on the ps4, yes he has a brand new one. Someone who loves him bought him one so you could keep that along with pretty much everything else in the house. His friends already told us about how YOU contacted them.

You had every option to buy him a birthday present. So, you could drive to my mums house TWICE in one week to give us all shit but not to drop off a present? Hmm.. oh no wait, you didn’t have me there to buy it? Or my cash savings to dip into? Sorry I forgot 🤣

Also, for your information legally I am EXEMPT from mediation because of DOMESTIC ABUSE. I can refuse, I am allowed, I also have an incredibly long evidence list to support that fact.

My CCTV showed that the children were in fact only gone for 7 minutes before I realised they were gone that day you took them, not 47 minutes as you propose. When you produce your “crime reference number” for the phone call of alleged child neglect please include the phone record to state that length of time. I’m pretty sure the police are good at logging this so it shouldn’t be an issue.

You may also produce the video footage of me loosing my shit. I admitted & accepted my caution for criminal damage, and my ahem, alleged assault charge was no further actioned due to insufficient evidence.

Surprising really because welly boots can often cause pretty serious injuries…

Also, all of your convictions actually did have evidence, photographic included. Hence you plead guilty to all of them, you knew you wouldn’t win. I don’t need to tarnish anyones name I simply speak the truth.

But I guess all these blogs, all those hundreds of pages of police & court statements could be lies. Plus leaving my home and my business. Man I must have a wicked imagination to dream up 12 years of shit, maybe I should of been the actor 🤣

Also, it’s 6 months, not 5.

I imagine it’s hard work building a case for court, very tiresome. You must be pretty skint if after 6 months of paying no bill’s, no rent, no child maintenance that you still can’t come up with £215 to make an application to court.

Paying off debts? HA I’m the one paying British gas off til 2025 after being left with a 4k bill. I wonder what used so much electric, oh no sorry it was my salon wasn’t it.

I guess your new gf must of paid for your holiday then, what a sweetheart. She must also be buying your motorbike that you told the kids in the letter you were getting. Cor, you’ve hit the jackpot with that one mate! Go on son!

Wonder what happened to the 3 or 4k you got for selling your car? Weird.

Don’t panic, I don’t want or need your money for my children. I am perfectly capable of providing for them. I would rather beg on the streets. And in fact if you had my children I would beg on the streets for money for court.

But see thats the difference between you and I, no matter how much they piss me off at times I would give my life for them. I will do everything and anything for them. I will forever protect them with my life just like I’ve always done.

I don’t need to tell them anything about you, I don’t need to tarnish your name because you did that all by yourself.

One day maybe we will get to court, and maybe you will be granted access but I’m not scared of it. We will be ready and strong enough to face you.

Do not think for one single second I am still scared of you or your threats. I will forever rise above it, I will not abuse or disrespect you to or infront of my children because that’s not me. You are no longer my focus, I AM MY FOCUS. And when I become my own focus is when I am 100× stronger than you ever could possibly dream to be.

My children will know that I am their stable parent, I will teach them boundaries and respect. I will show them how to be a good people with or without you in their lives.

So please carry on preaching your sob story to whoever will listen, it goes over my head darling.

See you in court!

Ps, sign my divorce papers thanks 👌

Song for every blog…

Demi Lovato – Sorry

Now I’m out here looking like revenge
Feelin’ like a ten, the best I ever been
And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt
To see me like this, but it gets worse
Now you’re out here looking like regret
Ain’t too proud to beg, second chance you’ll never get
And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this
But it gets worse

Now payback is a bad bitch
And baby, I’m the baddest
You fuckin’ with a savage
Can’t have this, can’t have this
And it’d be nice of me to take it easy on ya, but nah

Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Being so bad got me feelin’ so good
Showing you up like I knew that I would
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Baby, I’m sorry (I’m not sorry)
Feeling inspired ’cause the tables have turned
Yeah, I’m on fire and I know that it burns

Until next time,

B xxx