why isn't your son with you question...
A lot of people ask, why my son isn’t with me full time….it is not a straight forward answer, but to be enlightened, please humour this document so that it may shed light on the issue and I will no longer have to explain it to people in the pub....
The truth of my ex and what REALLY HAPPENED!!!!!
Me and noel are soulmates, we got together and met in a pub. We were besotted with each other, both into the occult, he loved my tomboy streak and the way I was a party animal and warrior spirit. He was part Sicilian and worked in the printing trade. I was a full time DJ and promoter at the white room in hull. Eventually due to a few people previously in hull causing spiritual ping pong, and getting disheartened with the limited alternative scene in the city, we moved to Sheffield when I came into money.
Later we were to go to Egypt and marry. I took him to the one of the most expensive hotels in Cairo 5mins walk from the pyramids where many a famous person and politician has stayed in times gone by, reversed the roles and proposed to him. When the pyramids were lit up for the sound and light show, and over a meal near the huge swimming pool with classical music and mosque hymns being called out in the night air, he said yes. It was such a magickal place and moment for both of us. Life was the best it has ever been for me, and when back in Sheffield within a week I had got myself a job in a rock bar which I loved and we were living in a large house in the beautiful area of ranmoor, then we bore a beautiful little boy (which we both believed was conceived in Egypt when we had intercourse and a shared out of body experience!).
Money eventually was running out due to the trip to Egypt, endless restraunt meals and lavishing him and my child with gifts, I wanted the best of the best for them. When my funds became low and I no longer was working due to my bump, we looked for alternative accommodation, private rent has always been expensive, and annoyingly it seemed we were moving every 6mths, but we managed to find a place in Hillsborough. The energy in the house was wrong, and we were living opposite other occultists, which lead to me constantly having headaches and feeling drained, we tried to cleanse the house but to no avail. I felt so uncomfortable that I could not be in the house for longer than an hour so I often went out.
During this time as due to little one being too young for a babysitter we took it in turns for a night out. I got a lot of offers from men wanting to get with me, which I refused as I said how much I love my partner and how we were married with a son. Despite this, noel became increasingly paranoid and I was getting fed up of it, including the fact that he would not find work and I was always paying the rent, food and cleaning the house and feeling overall exhausted. One night a big argument ensued. I’d been feeling fed up of doing all the work and being ignored in the house when noel was playing on age of empires for three hours at a time NEARLY EVERY NIGHT. It seemed blowing up pixels was more interesting than me.
Feeling ignored, I went to the corporation nightclub, met two people who were old enough to be my parents and went back for ONE GLASS OF WINE then said how I had to get back to my partner and my son, when I came back noel thought that I had been with one man which I had most certainly not!!! The next day, I got fed up of his constant allegations, one minute “Your shagging someone else” “I don’t want you hanging out with so and so, or in my favrioute pub where my friends were” and it went on with his controlling nature. After trying to explain to the deluded paranoid chap I got fed up and shouted “I’m sick of this, I want you out of my house, and knowing you you’d probably take my son with you” I went to a job interview that day as he wouldn’t look for work and my funds were running low.
£650pm (6mth lease) for ranmoor, £595pm for Hillsborough (6mth lease) and then eventually £595pm for eccleshall (9mth lease) and this didn’t include all the trips together to Edinburgh, York, London, Bradford, Manchester and so forth; nor all the electric, council tax and bills I was paying. After I returned from my interview I went up to see how my son was only to find that noel and my son where nowhere to be seen.
I had a complete nervous breakdown, tried to contact him to no avail and then reported him to the police, who told me to get a solicitor and that it was not kidnap as he was on the birth certificate. Usually people say the child goes with the mother, traditionally yes, but due to the recent fathers for justice law (which ironically at first I was a supporter of!) the new law states that if the father is on the birth certificate of the child, it’s not kidnap if they run away with their child, however if they are not on the birth certificate, then residence goes automatically to the mother and the father is arrested) Stupid me was in love and trusted him therefore put him on Vlad’s birth certificate. If I hadn’t right now he would be behind bars and I would not be in a bar! You get the gist.
Later I found out that he had moved to York to stay with his niece, we regained contact and every week (£150 for the hotel and train fairs of £20) I went down to York to see him and Vlad (my son). The relationship was on and off, I wanted him to return to Sheffield but he said he wouldn’t and planned to stay in York but said he still loved me. He did not however mention about me moving in with him. I occasionally got to see my son If he felt like it and if his paranoia kicked in again it went back to the “I think you’re doing this, you’re doing that” again, even to at one point he thought I had been taking heavy drugs which I have never done in my goddamn life!!! If he was going off on his tangents, in a hissy fit he would speed off to his nieces. Enough about the stories of women using men for kids and money then sacking them off, I had that from him!
This went on for some time, and I had a few friends who I saw when I was back in Sheffield (despite later meeting good friends in York at Goth/alt events which I headed for after he went off on one of his tangents to cheer myself up, those people, you know who you are and I cannot thank you enough for the support and kindness you showed me!) Then one day when I was down a friend (and noel should know all my life I have more male friends than female, and there is NO attraction there!) called me, and often I cried hysterically to him about how I was missing my son and would wish noel would come back to Sheffield and how much I loved him & my son.
My friend was moving to Canada and invited me to a day at Alton towers with 30 of his friends. I went and NOTHING SEXUAL HAPPENED WHATSOEVER, despite this guy probably being the most caring to me since the misery noel had caused me, due to his constant FALSE/WRONG allegations!! It was a good day, I met many friendly people there, and then went home alone. The guy didn’t even know where I lived for Christ’s sake! The way noel was acting and treating me makes me think that he should have been grateful that I didn’t have a bloody affair!
The next time I went to York, which I did weekly in the vain hope noel would give me his so-called permission to see my kid, only to start a friendly conversation with him about how vlad has been and how I’d gone to a mates leaving bash. Instantly he went off on one saying “You’ve had an affair” even though I had not! Evensomuch as to say when he left with vlad that this was why I threw him out for another man. I DID NOT EVEN KNOW THIS BLOODY PERSON during that time, it was 2mths later that I met him and his pals in a pub!
After this I was deeply upset, and went to his nieces to try and see vlad and noel and prove my innocence. My friend had sent me a text saying that he liked me but even if he did he could not have done anything as I loved noel so much.
Noel’s niece’s obnoxious new chav boyfriend (who from the day I saw him I took a disliking to, he was butch, crude, sexist and arrogant and said I was like his ex wife even though he’d only met me twice) after me trying to get to see noel in his niece’s house he came out, (by this time I was in tears as noel had really dragged me down) this overweight bastard came and I eventually got to tell him that I was innocent of what noel was accusing me of doing, and to prove it he could show noel the text, but he grabbed the phone off me slammed the door, I could hear vlad crying upstairs (which was very hard as they wouldn’t let me in to see him) and I heard noel talking and confused about what this was, only to hear this pig saying, look he texted her that proves she’s having an affair…which infuriated me so much as I believe as well as having not many brain cells this guy also was dyslexic as well as sexist and retarted. (ed’s note: no offence to dyslexic people by the way I have friends who are, it just seemed right for this diary).
After this noel refused (due to being pressurised by mr.blobby) to let me see my son and Natasha came out and said “I don’t want that shit on my doorstep” I broke down and was furious that I’d been wrongly accused, and thought that if this cunt could read properly it proved my innocence! I broke down, and was stranded outside in the pouring rain in York, hearing my son upstairs crying, which hurt me like hell as that twat wouldn’t let me in and low on funds, I had to get my parents to pick me up from Beverley to get back to Sheffield. It was around 11.30pm.
When I arrived back in Sheffield I had a full day bender and brokedown completely. I joined a casino and got sloshed out of my mind as I could not deal with the fact he would not let me see my son and that I had been so wrongly accused by his niece’s twat of betraying the one true love of my life! On a lighter note, I passed out in the casino, got carried out but not barred and managed to win £250, fuck knows how.
When I recovered I called the police again, who said to get a solicitor or to call social services. I called services first as due to Natasha always having spiritual disturbances in her home and ringing me and noel up at 3am saying there’s something nasty in her house, (when my son was 6mths old she was expecting us to rush to York at the drop of a hat with a Ghostbusters kit!) including her psycho ex-partner who at times has broke their windows and threatened her with a knife, the place was a pigsty with her children running around and walking all over her, while she is constantly swearing, including a child who I shall not name here, as he is a lovely but disturbed kid, which due to Natasha’s ex-partner now goes down at night and gets knives out of the kitchen and puts them under his pillow “In case daddy comes back” (as Natasha told me when we were on friendly terms) overcrowding, and to top it off a dog who has been known to attack people!! Obviously I was very concerned about my son (who has a quiet temperament) being in such a hell-hole of a place, so I reported all this, but was told that services in Sheffield don’t work with services in York and there wasn’t much they can do!!
Furious at this, I decided to get a solicitor. Eventually after I had sought legal aid mentioning my concerns for my son as well as wanting to see him, and noel not letting me (due out of spite to his deluded allegations) I was shopping in town and saw my ex across the road, at first it was shock then delight, thinking he has realised I’m innocent and come to his senses and moved back here! Only to go up to him and he freaks out saying apparently I’ve got a knife. I tried to talk to him but he grabbed the pram away when I wanted to see Vladimir. It was the first time I’d seen him for ages and I didn’t even know he’d moved back. We met up on occasions and even made love at times yet then he would always go off on one again. Later I found out he had become homeless and offered for him to move back with me/or stay in my Hillsborough tenancy which I left as I did not feel right in there but paid 6mth upfront for it. There was still 2mth on the tenancy.
He refused, and things lead to court. Later and even now he goes around slandering me saying that I made them both homeless, even though I offered a roof over their head with or without me being there! (the energy in the Hillsborough flat did not bother him as he is not as psychically sensitive as myself)
I then got access, and for a while we considered ourselves a couple again but he did not want me to know where he lived or move back in with me, which made me feel there was something afoot. Still In love I tolerated this and tried reconciliation. We texted each other frequently, often being sexually explicit to one another, but then he went to York for Halloween and sent me a message saying about another woman, later this was found to be a cruel joke. Or so I thought.
There is a troublesome bitch who noel knew from his past called siou who does take heavy drugs, has five men on the go and is very unbalanced and purely on the black magic side of things. One time together he said how he’d been visited by her sexually in a dream, which made me very angry indeed and led to arguments. She is a little pathetic slut who should keep her nose out of family business, she tried it on when we were married when my son was only 6mths old. She is the type of woman who can only get laid via using magic and does not know what real love is as she is a shallow vindictive whore who gets kicks out of seeing people break up, and according to some works in a bloody massage parlour in soho!
In return, I mentioned how mates had pop by and one of my friend was good at playing sonic the hedgehog; (this guy had a girlfriend who he loved dearly, for the record) in response to him saying how I could not see my friends in a public place in a group, but it was okay if he had her around playing chess near MY SON!!! This lead to increasing bitterness still I persevered and tried reconciliation. He gave up on this as he was still wrongly accusing me of having an affair, deep down I feel he was hiding his own guilt for hanging around with that pathetic low-life slut he called a friend. This went on for some time.
Eventually, at court I got access to my son, and we continued to be on/off in a fragmented relationship. Then after responding to him rather verbally (never violently) after he had mentioned this bitch being around at his communication broke down. Since then I have been fighting for my son, during which time I ran out of money, (due to all the expense of the Egyptian holiday/marriage, rent, bills, trips to York and hotels!!) and ended up homeless. Finally after a big fight through the red tape and bureaucracy of the Sheffield homes council I got offered a flat, but only a few days after I was told that I would be out the hostel within less than a week as my housing benefit hadn’t been paid. I was to find that this was due to noel reporting me for fraud saying I had money I no longer had!
A while went away and I was going to be on the street while they looked into it, before the day of my eviction, I was offered a flat, as I had nowhere else I had to take it, I accepted the place; Only to be offered a more suitable property the day after due to no benefit = no housing benefit= no home. The second place was a 2 bed house near a quiet area, and I saw two magpies outside the place. I viewed it only to be told that because I took the flat first (due to thinking nothing else would turn up) I wasn’t priority anymore.
Eventually I proved my ex wrong and the authorities realised I didn’t have any goddamn money anymore!! So I finally I got my Housing sorted out (but never have I received a back payment from them) but I was in a very small property which wasn’t as good as the house which would have been far more better and practical for my son, Vladimir. I then got regular access and was planning to go for full residence, things seemed to be on an even keel, until then after yet another argument at handover of my ex wrongly accusing me he then went to the police saying apparently I was taking drugs, apparently sleeping around, apparently loaded, apparently not living where I was living, apparently threw my son out the house and even so far as to say that at one point he even fabricated a story saying I had a fucking gun…you get the idea.
I proved him wrong obviously at court, yet then he was saying me being upset with him about that bitch siou and him not letting me see my child, must mean that I was mentally unstable. (in my opinion if a mother is not upset that someone has kidnapped her child then that would be a goddamn mental illness!) He asked for a psychiatrist report which turned out to say I was fine and above average intelligence.
A social services report also mentioned that they had no concerns. Then he said I had a beer problem, so I went to AA where I found myself surrounded by a bunch of
no-hopers who drunk vodka for breakfast and stole for beer and was asked if I had anything in common to which my answer was a clear “Certainly not!!” I explained I was there as I needed a statement once again to prove my innocence. (noel at court said that I self-referred myself, the reality is that I only went there to get a statement to prove him wrong!!)The court found that there was no problem here either. So I asked for full or shared residence of my son Vladimir, this constant barricade of allegations and proving him wrong had gone on for a while now, so much to my disarray, despite there being no concerns about me whatsoever they now say that my son is settled into a routine with his father!!
I voiced my concern about the cow from London, but they said I needed evidence. So, noel got temporary residence, due to using the time game against me. So much for the justice system!
I will be honest, on the subject of beer, when I have to handover my son I go to see my friends afterwards, as I do not enjoy sitting at home looking at an empty cot wishing my little one was there with me and thinking that some cow is seeing more of my son than I am and screwing the father of my child. When with Vladimir as people will see I am happy just being mum! When not I get down and go out to kill the loneliness and to keep my sanity.
So, dear reader, if you have had the decency to humour and read all of this ranting I hope it sheds some light on why my son is not with me at the moment. I am still fighting for my dear child, and hoping one day my ex will see the error of his ways.
Recently though, my ex wanted my new address and my solicitor gave him it against my wishes. He said he wanted to know where Vladimir was overnight, (even though I want his, to know where vlad is and who he’s with!)but deep down I know he was after this address to send me old debts from ages ago to my door, which I just got a letter for today from bailiffs!! Annoyingly, I do not know where my ex is living at the moment as he came up with so much crap that after running away with my son, made his address confidential apparently to escape violence, so that I could not go near him (even though many times we met up and had sex!) it seems more likely the case of that when residence was (and to an extent still is) unsure, he did this deliberately so that I could not go and rightfully take my son home to live with me, before a court order was made, and I’m his natural mother!!
It feels that he has got away with tremendous slander and kidnapping of my son and that my dear, is why you may find me pissed off when not with my beloved son.
Fin.
The truth of my ex and what REALLY HAPPENED!!!!!
Me and noel are soulmates, we got together and met in a pub. We were besotted with each other, both into the occult, he loved my tomboy streak and the way I was a party animal and warrior spirit. He was part Sicilian and worked in the printing trade. I was a full time DJ and promoter at the white room in hull. Eventually due to a few people previously in hull causing spiritual ping pong, and getting disheartened with the limited alternative scene in the city, we moved to Sheffield when I came into money.
Later we were to go to Egypt and marry. I took him to the one of the most expensive hotels in Cairo 5mins walk from the pyramids where many a famous person and politician has stayed in times gone by, reversed the roles and proposed to him. When the pyramids were lit up for the sound and light show, and over a meal near the huge swimming pool with classical music and mosque hymns being called out in the night air, he said yes. It was such a magickal place and moment for both of us. Life was the best it has ever been for me, and when back in Sheffield within a week I had got myself a job in a rock bar which I loved and we were living in a large house in the beautiful area of ranmoor, then we bore a beautiful little boy (which we both believed was conceived in Egypt when we had intercourse and a shared out of body experience!).
Money eventually was running out due to the trip to Egypt, endless restraunt meals and lavishing him and my child with gifts, I wanted the best of the best for them. When my funds became low and I no longer was working due to my bump, we looked for alternative accommodation, private rent has always been expensive, and annoyingly it seemed we were moving every 6mths, but we managed to find a place in Hillsborough. The energy in the house was wrong, and we were living opposite other occultists, which lead to me constantly having headaches and feeling drained, we tried to cleanse the house but to no avail. I felt so uncomfortable that I could not be in the house for longer than an hour so I often went out.
During this time as due to little one being too young for a babysitter we took it in turns for a night out. I got a lot of offers from men wanting to get with me, which I refused as I said how much I love my partner and how we were married with a son. Despite this, noel became increasingly paranoid and I was getting fed up of it, including the fact that he would not find work and I was always paying the rent, food and cleaning the house and feeling overall exhausted. One night a big argument ensued. I’d been feeling fed up of doing all the work and being ignored in the house when noel was playing on age of empires for three hours at a time NEARLY EVERY NIGHT. It seemed blowing up pixels was more interesting than me.
Feeling ignored, I went to the corporation nightclub, met two people who were old enough to be my parents and went back for ONE GLASS OF WINE then said how I had to get back to my partner and my son, when I came back noel thought that I had been with one man which I had most certainly not!!! The next day, I got fed up of his constant allegations, one minute “Your shagging someone else” “I don’t want you hanging out with so and so, or in my favrioute pub where my friends were” and it went on with his controlling nature. After trying to explain to the deluded paranoid chap I got fed up and shouted “I’m sick of this, I want you out of my house, and knowing you you’d probably take my son with you” I went to a job interview that day as he wouldn’t look for work and my funds were running low.
£650pm (6mth lease) for ranmoor, £595pm for Hillsborough (6mth lease) and then eventually £595pm for eccleshall (9mth lease) and this didn’t include all the trips together to Edinburgh, York, London, Bradford, Manchester and so forth; nor all the electric, council tax and bills I was paying. After I returned from my interview I went up to see how my son was only to find that noel and my son where nowhere to be seen.
I had a complete nervous breakdown, tried to contact him to no avail and then reported him to the police, who told me to get a solicitor and that it was not kidnap as he was on the birth certificate. Usually people say the child goes with the mother, traditionally yes, but due to the recent fathers for justice law (which ironically at first I was a supporter of!) the new law states that if the father is on the birth certificate of the child, it’s not kidnap if they run away with their child, however if they are not on the birth certificate, then residence goes automatically to the mother and the father is arrested) Stupid me was in love and trusted him therefore put him on Vlad’s birth certificate. If I hadn’t right now he would be behind bars and I would not be in a bar! You get the gist.
Later I found out that he had moved to York to stay with his niece, we regained contact and every week (£150 for the hotel and train fairs of £20) I went down to York to see him and Vlad (my son). The relationship was on and off, I wanted him to return to Sheffield but he said he wouldn’t and planned to stay in York but said he still loved me. He did not however mention about me moving in with him. I occasionally got to see my son If he felt like it and if his paranoia kicked in again it went back to the “I think you’re doing this, you’re doing that” again, even to at one point he thought I had been taking heavy drugs which I have never done in my goddamn life!!! If he was going off on his tangents, in a hissy fit he would speed off to his nieces. Enough about the stories of women using men for kids and money then sacking them off, I had that from him!
This went on for some time, and I had a few friends who I saw when I was back in Sheffield (despite later meeting good friends in York at Goth/alt events which I headed for after he went off on one of his tangents to cheer myself up, those people, you know who you are and I cannot thank you enough for the support and kindness you showed me!) Then one day when I was down a friend (and noel should know all my life I have more male friends than female, and there is NO attraction there!) called me, and often I cried hysterically to him about how I was missing my son and would wish noel would come back to Sheffield and how much I loved him & my son.
My friend was moving to Canada and invited me to a day at Alton towers with 30 of his friends. I went and NOTHING SEXUAL HAPPENED WHATSOEVER, despite this guy probably being the most caring to me since the misery noel had caused me, due to his constant FALSE/WRONG allegations!! It was a good day, I met many friendly people there, and then went home alone. The guy didn’t even know where I lived for Christ’s sake! The way noel was acting and treating me makes me think that he should have been grateful that I didn’t have a bloody affair!
The next time I went to York, which I did weekly in the vain hope noel would give me his so-called permission to see my kid, only to start a friendly conversation with him about how vlad has been and how I’d gone to a mates leaving bash. Instantly he went off on one saying “You’ve had an affair” even though I had not! Evensomuch as to say when he left with vlad that this was why I threw him out for another man. I DID NOT EVEN KNOW THIS BLOODY PERSON during that time, it was 2mths later that I met him and his pals in a pub!
After this I was deeply upset, and went to his nieces to try and see vlad and noel and prove my innocence. My friend had sent me a text saying that he liked me but even if he did he could not have done anything as I loved noel so much.
Noel’s niece’s obnoxious new chav boyfriend (who from the day I saw him I took a disliking to, he was butch, crude, sexist and arrogant and said I was like his ex wife even though he’d only met me twice) after me trying to get to see noel in his niece’s house he came out, (by this time I was in tears as noel had really dragged me down) this overweight bastard came and I eventually got to tell him that I was innocent of what noel was accusing me of doing, and to prove it he could show noel the text, but he grabbed the phone off me slammed the door, I could hear vlad crying upstairs (which was very hard as they wouldn’t let me in to see him) and I heard noel talking and confused about what this was, only to hear this pig saying, look he texted her that proves she’s having an affair…which infuriated me so much as I believe as well as having not many brain cells this guy also was dyslexic as well as sexist and retarted. (ed’s note: no offence to dyslexic people by the way I have friends who are, it just seemed right for this diary).
After this noel refused (due to being pressurised by mr.blobby) to let me see my son and Natasha came out and said “I don’t want that shit on my doorstep” I broke down and was furious that I’d been wrongly accused, and thought that if this cunt could read properly it proved my innocence! I broke down, and was stranded outside in the pouring rain in York, hearing my son upstairs crying, which hurt me like hell as that twat wouldn’t let me in and low on funds, I had to get my parents to pick me up from Beverley to get back to Sheffield. It was around 11.30pm.
When I arrived back in Sheffield I had a full day bender and brokedown completely. I joined a casino and got sloshed out of my mind as I could not deal with the fact he would not let me see my son and that I had been so wrongly accused by his niece’s twat of betraying the one true love of my life! On a lighter note, I passed out in the casino, got carried out but not barred and managed to win £250, fuck knows how.
When I recovered I called the police again, who said to get a solicitor or to call social services. I called services first as due to Natasha always having spiritual disturbances in her home and ringing me and noel up at 3am saying there’s something nasty in her house, (when my son was 6mths old she was expecting us to rush to York at the drop of a hat with a Ghostbusters kit!) including her psycho ex-partner who at times has broke their windows and threatened her with a knife, the place was a pigsty with her children running around and walking all over her, while she is constantly swearing, including a child who I shall not name here, as he is a lovely but disturbed kid, which due to Natasha’s ex-partner now goes down at night and gets knives out of the kitchen and puts them under his pillow “In case daddy comes back” (as Natasha told me when we were on friendly terms) overcrowding, and to top it off a dog who has been known to attack people!! Obviously I was very concerned about my son (who has a quiet temperament) being in such a hell-hole of a place, so I reported all this, but was told that services in Sheffield don’t work with services in York and there wasn’t much they can do!!
Furious at this, I decided to get a solicitor. Eventually after I had sought legal aid mentioning my concerns for my son as well as wanting to see him, and noel not letting me (due out of spite to his deluded allegations) I was shopping in town and saw my ex across the road, at first it was shock then delight, thinking he has realised I’m innocent and come to his senses and moved back here! Only to go up to him and he freaks out saying apparently I’ve got a knife. I tried to talk to him but he grabbed the pram away when I wanted to see Vladimir. It was the first time I’d seen him for ages and I didn’t even know he’d moved back. We met up on occasions and even made love at times yet then he would always go off on one again. Later I found out he had become homeless and offered for him to move back with me/or stay in my Hillsborough tenancy which I left as I did not feel right in there but paid 6mth upfront for it. There was still 2mth on the tenancy.
He refused, and things lead to court. Later and even now he goes around slandering me saying that I made them both homeless, even though I offered a roof over their head with or without me being there! (the energy in the Hillsborough flat did not bother him as he is not as psychically sensitive as myself)
I then got access, and for a while we considered ourselves a couple again but he did not want me to know where he lived or move back in with me, which made me feel there was something afoot. Still In love I tolerated this and tried reconciliation. We texted each other frequently, often being sexually explicit to one another, but then he went to York for Halloween and sent me a message saying about another woman, later this was found to be a cruel joke. Or so I thought.
There is a troublesome bitch who noel knew from his past called siou who does take heavy drugs, has five men on the go and is very unbalanced and purely on the black magic side of things. One time together he said how he’d been visited by her sexually in a dream, which made me very angry indeed and led to arguments. She is a little pathetic slut who should keep her nose out of family business, she tried it on when we were married when my son was only 6mths old. She is the type of woman who can only get laid via using magic and does not know what real love is as she is a shallow vindictive whore who gets kicks out of seeing people break up, and according to some works in a bloody massage parlour in soho!
In return, I mentioned how mates had pop by and one of my friend was good at playing sonic the hedgehog; (this guy had a girlfriend who he loved dearly, for the record) in response to him saying how I could not see my friends in a public place in a group, but it was okay if he had her around playing chess near MY SON!!! This lead to increasing bitterness still I persevered and tried reconciliation. He gave up on this as he was still wrongly accusing me of having an affair, deep down I feel he was hiding his own guilt for hanging around with that pathetic low-life slut he called a friend. This went on for some time.
Eventually, at court I got access to my son, and we continued to be on/off in a fragmented relationship. Then after responding to him rather verbally (never violently) after he had mentioned this bitch being around at his communication broke down. Since then I have been fighting for my son, during which time I ran out of money, (due to all the expense of the Egyptian holiday/marriage, rent, bills, trips to York and hotels!!) and ended up homeless. Finally after a big fight through the red tape and bureaucracy of the Sheffield homes council I got offered a flat, but only a few days after I was told that I would be out the hostel within less than a week as my housing benefit hadn’t been paid. I was to find that this was due to noel reporting me for fraud saying I had money I no longer had!
A while went away and I was going to be on the street while they looked into it, before the day of my eviction, I was offered a flat, as I had nowhere else I had to take it, I accepted the place; Only to be offered a more suitable property the day after due to no benefit = no housing benefit= no home. The second place was a 2 bed house near a quiet area, and I saw two magpies outside the place. I viewed it only to be told that because I took the flat first (due to thinking nothing else would turn up) I wasn’t priority anymore.
Eventually I proved my ex wrong and the authorities realised I didn’t have any goddamn money anymore!! So I finally I got my Housing sorted out (but never have I received a back payment from them) but I was in a very small property which wasn’t as good as the house which would have been far more better and practical for my son, Vladimir. I then got regular access and was planning to go for full residence, things seemed to be on an even keel, until then after yet another argument at handover of my ex wrongly accusing me he then went to the police saying apparently I was taking drugs, apparently sleeping around, apparently loaded, apparently not living where I was living, apparently threw my son out the house and even so far as to say that at one point he even fabricated a story saying I had a fucking gun…you get the idea.
I proved him wrong obviously at court, yet then he was saying me being upset with him about that bitch siou and him not letting me see my child, must mean that I was mentally unstable. (in my opinion if a mother is not upset that someone has kidnapped her child then that would be a goddamn mental illness!) He asked for a psychiatrist report which turned out to say I was fine and above average intelligence.
A social services report also mentioned that they had no concerns. Then he said I had a beer problem, so I went to AA where I found myself surrounded by a bunch of
no-hopers who drunk vodka for breakfast and stole for beer and was asked if I had anything in common to which my answer was a clear “Certainly not!!” I explained I was there as I needed a statement once again to prove my innocence. (noel at court said that I self-referred myself, the reality is that I only went there to get a statement to prove him wrong!!)The court found that there was no problem here either. So I asked for full or shared residence of my son Vladimir, this constant barricade of allegations and proving him wrong had gone on for a while now, so much to my disarray, despite there being no concerns about me whatsoever they now say that my son is settled into a routine with his father!!
I voiced my concern about the cow from London, but they said I needed evidence. So, noel got temporary residence, due to using the time game against me. So much for the justice system!
I will be honest, on the subject of beer, when I have to handover my son I go to see my friends afterwards, as I do not enjoy sitting at home looking at an empty cot wishing my little one was there with me and thinking that some cow is seeing more of my son than I am and screwing the father of my child. When with Vladimir as people will see I am happy just being mum! When not I get down and go out to kill the loneliness and to keep my sanity.
So, dear reader, if you have had the decency to humour and read all of this ranting I hope it sheds some light on why my son is not with me at the moment. I am still fighting for my dear child, and hoping one day my ex will see the error of his ways.
Recently though, my ex wanted my new address and my solicitor gave him it against my wishes. He said he wanted to know where Vladimir was overnight, (even though I want his, to know where vlad is and who he’s with!)but deep down I know he was after this address to send me old debts from ages ago to my door, which I just got a letter for today from bailiffs!! Annoyingly, I do not know where my ex is living at the moment as he came up with so much crap that after running away with my son, made his address confidential apparently to escape violence, so that I could not go near him (even though many times we met up and had sex!) it seems more likely the case of that when residence was (and to an extent still is) unsure, he did this deliberately so that I could not go and rightfully take my son home to live with me, before a court order was made, and I’m his natural mother!!
It feels that he has got away with tremendous slander and kidnapping of my son and that my dear, is why you may find me pissed off when not with my beloved son.
Fin.