What a week it’s been!

Living in such a huge space filled with many families and children means 1 thing, fucking germs everywhere! Within 10 days 80% of resisdents in the house were struck with a sickness & diarrhoea bug, including us so it’s been an exhausting time! Us mums pulled it out the bag sticking together though, trying to constantly disinfect the place, helping each other out with school runs & babysitting, shopping trips and sharing medicines especially when it was one of us down! I think we’ve made it out the other side now jesus 🤣

How can you keep a place like this germ free when all the kids play together and touch everything (and probs don’t wash their hands let’s be honest) it’s an impossible task. We all share kitchens and bathrooms and to be honest we are lucky to have hot water half the time so cleaning is hard graft! We are now full of cold but whatever, snot is better than sick and shit so I’ll take that 🤷‍♀️😂

I feel like I’m gona be such a clean freak when we get our own place and eeeek that dream may become a reality really, really soon for us! It just might nearly be time to move again and really, properly start our free lives. Keep your fingers and toes crossed for us 🤞

I’ll try not to exaggerate too much here coz I’m really fucking good at that apparently 😂

Although the word “exaggerate” is quite interesting really.

The definition of the word exaggerate is to represent (something) as being larger, better, or worse than it really is.

So, that would be mean that you are in fact saying something that is true and correct your just making it a little more dramatic no? So I’ll take that as a compliment that I am in fact telling the honest truth, I’m just being a little extra maybe? 🤷‍♀️

Yes, yes I did see your comment. And I’m not offended by it at all. Although quite frankly, you really don’t have the privilege of calling me a cunt. You see I quite like being called a cunt, it’s a friendly term to me and we my darling, are not friends.

In fact, you really don’t know anything about me at all. Only what you have been told and opinions are not facts.

Not entirely sure about the tramp comment, I don’t think I’ve ever particularly acted like a tramp if I’m honest. I mean, I am homeless but I’m not an actual tramp 🤣

To be honest I hold no bad blood between myself and any of perps flying monkeys because he really is quite the actor, I fell for it for 12 years so I don’t blame you at all for believing him. Such a clever manipulator.

Unfortunately for perp I am very straight up and honest, how we were ever together is quite baffling really! Completely different human beings, perhaps even different species.

We should also maybe look at the definition of child abuse while we are at it…

Child abuse is child maltreatment or sexual molestation.

The definition of child maltreatment follows below..
Child maltreatment is behavior toward a child that is outside the norms of conduct and entails substantial risk of causing physical or emotional harm. Four types of maltreatment are generally recognized: physical abuse, sexual abuse, emotional abuse (psychological abuse), and neglect.

Now I am by no means the perfect parent, however I am pretty sure I’ve never abused my own children, physically, mentally, sexually and they are definitely not neglected.

Although I did leave them in a house 3 metres from my salon room by themselves whilst trying to earn money to feed them and keep a roof over their head. Is that really neglect? If so I’m definitely guilty, perhaps starving them was the better option 🤷‍♀️

I also do not see anything there about preventing contact between children and an clearly unfit and unstable parent being child abuse.

It’s called safeguarding, I’ll let you google that.

And that right there is the point. THE CHILDREN.

Are my children being abused right now?

No they are not.

Were they being abused previously?

Yes they were.

Domestic abuse not only means abuse of any sort between one adult to another, it can also be abuse between parent and child.

Physically, and emotionally abusing another parent infront of children is domestic abuse which infact is also child abuse.

Subjecting children to witnessing violence is child abuse.

Subjecting children to listening to emotional abuse is child abuse.

I could go on for quite some time here but you get my point.

I have never, and will never abuse my children in any way.

Every single decision that I make is in the best interest of my children’s physical safety, their mental wellbeing and their future. I am doing my best to provide them with stability, love, kindness, understanding and empathy. I provide them with a safe space to live and grow and to be children. I try to be calm, patient honest and open with them at all times, also keeping it age appropriate (to which some people are incapable of doing)

Do I occasionally loose my shit?

Absofuckinglutely I do. What parent doesn’t?

But for the most part I have the patience of a fucking saint, especially now because I know how much my children have been hurting. I understand it, I get it. And actually it’s my job to take that pain away.

I literally have the 2 most amazing children in the world. And you know what? How different they are now to 8 months ago. You don’t have to believe me, but I see it, and so does everyone else around them.

And again that in itself tells me I am not abusing my children, I have done what is best for them.

I have shown my children what true strength is. I have shown my children right from wrong, and you know what else I have shown my children that if you break the law there are consequences.

Who tries to manipulate their own kids to get another parent to drop charges?

Not me.

Again I could go on, but that’s not what this is about here.

I’m not offended or at all pissed off at the shit said about me, because it is just that, shit.

It’s just a shame that these games are only hurting 2 people, the 2 I am trying to protect.

And listen I ain’t playing your games anymore coz quite frankly they are boring, such a waste of energy.

My energy goes into my family of 3 and trying to find that last piece of the puzzle.

You know what else I also want to take this moment to just highlight that I don’t expect these blogs to be read by anyone but me. This is my diary. This is my safe space, this is my journey, this is where I reflect and actually this is where I find alot of my strength. And one day alot of this will be my material for my book, because that is a life long goal for me. I want to inspire people and mostly I want to make myself and my children proud.

This is for MY benefit, noone elses.

I am my focus.

Until next time,

Love B xxx