I’ve Been Really Busy!

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Regular followers of my blog may have noticed that I haven’t really posted much, other than quotes for about a week, which have been scheduled in advance.

I’ve been really busy. Seriously, that’s putting it mildly!

But my little angel Max has been helping me. Well, his version of help anyway. His cuteness just keeps coming!

I’m on the fifth or sixth blanket for homeless cats and kittens in shelters, have been feeding the poor hungry cats whilst Max talks to them, job hunting (I have my eye on two possibilities), home hunting,  as well most importantly – raising my son.

If I have the time, and I hope I do, I will be knitting scarves for the homeless, after I complete a few more blankets. Here’s hoping that I get it all done in time for winter. In addition, I plan to roam the streets and hand out tea/coffee to the less fortunate. I know what it is like to be hungry. I know what it is like to be homeless. I wouldn’t wish it upon anyone, but I will not be able to do this until later on.

Anyway, I will be resume with my blog properly tomorrow (I hope), because today is already booked up. I have so much running around to do, I don’t  know if I’ll be able to complete all of my tasks.

Have a wonderful day all. ❤

Sweet Dreams

This is my heart, innocently sleeping with his bear he refuses to part with. How cute?! Max drags it all over the place, so the bear is dirty and smells awful. So much so, that no matter how many times it’s washed, it still looks dirty!

I get to see this every day and I wouldn’t change it for the world. None of my hardships are due to my son and I would never, nor will I ever blame him for anything that has happened.

Sweet dreams my precious. I’ll be here when you wake to tell you that I love you again for the hundredth time or so for the day, and watch as you roll your eyes with a look on your face, as if to say “Mum, stop! You’re embarrassing me!”

I love you more than you’ll ever know. ❤

Unlocking Someone Else’s Prison

I have exposed my abuser. Why? I have spoken of my experiences. Why?

Because I cannot and will not tolerate Domestic Abuse being brushed under the carpet.

I don’t care that I’ve stalkers. I don’t care that my son’s father’s side are acting like they are one big happy bunch, who couldn’t possibly cause harm to others. I don’t care that they are no longer in my life, because if I did, I wouldn’t have severed ties with the hypocritical pack of mentally deranged ‘beings’ in the first place. And I sure as hell don’t give a damn, that I will never see any of those two-faced monsters again.

What I do care about is my son. He is out of and away from that fake situation and has enough love to last him for eternity. This goes without saying – I love my son dearly. However, if he grows up and behaves in the same way his father has, he will make an enemy out of me. I will not condone such behaviour – unlike *Steve’s family. Just because he’s my son, it doesn’t make it right. In this instance, I would have to disagree with the saying that “Blood is thicker than water”. I cannot and will not wilfully sit back and let someone suffer like I have and turn a blind eye to it.

What I do care about, is that by exposing my experiences, those who believe they have to stay in such a soul destroying situation, will be strengthened by my story, by my words, and have the courage to leave the abuse – even if they have children. One does not have to stay with a partner just because s/he is the mother or father of their children. I had my first and only child with my (ex) husband, and left his abusive ass when our son was just twelve weeks old. I had no money. No food. No home. A few items of clothing between my son and I. Not to mention I was in the US whilst my support system (family and friends) were in the UK. And I’m not going to lie and say “Yes, just do it, it’s easy”, because it isn’t. It’s hard. Really hard. I’ve had help from family and friends, from a Domestic Abuse/Violence centre, a Church who raised funds so I could buy my son and I food and clothes. It’s been really tough.

But I made it. I made it through what I thought was impossible. And so did my son.

I want to turn my pain into someone else’s  positive future.

Thank you to all my followers and visitors (to include the stalkers and cyber bullies!) for helping my blog get to where it is today. I really appreciate it. 🙂

Much love. ❤

Story Time!

My son Max reading ‘The Hungry Caterpillar’ – upside down! He had decided he didn’t want me to read it to him, as he felt he was more than capable of doing so himself…

Who am I to argue with him? ❤

My Father Has Another Child, But Walked Away

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According to *Steve, his father has another child out there – in addition to that of he and his two sisters. Having rested a hand on one of Steve’s shoulders, he coldly said:

“Son, sometimes you just have to walk away.”

Never made an effort to be in that child’s life. Never paid Child Support either.

And now, he is encouraging Steve to do the same by condoning his behaviour, as is the rest of his family.

If what was said is true, then I guess all I can say is… “Like father, like son”.

His father must be well proud.