…and then my perfect baby hit puberty…
I don’t know where I am anymore. Who I am, what I am. How cliche!
Guilt. Anger. Jealousy. Bitterness. Kish’s father has been inconsistent with visitation. Same problem throughout our marriage – work is always the priority. There’s times when I’m grateful for this, but I’ve never understood how you can put your family last. Today was no different. An early morning call saying he’d be an hour late –… Continue reading Regret
I’m financially supported by my rapist, and I only just realised. I thought I was being clever asking him for child support. I thought I was being clever and a little tricky when he agreed to also pay the car payment, the internet and home phone bill. I thought it was awesome that my mum… Continue reading Anxiety is an Asshole
Well, I don’t even believe in coincidence. I’m a bit airy-fairy, and I definitely believe that everything happens for a reason. But you can argue that if you want. Is it a coincidence that the week before the ‘man’ was arrested, Kish was struggling at kindy so much that they’d arranged for his behavioural therapist… Continue reading Coincidence
It’s funny now, when I realise how stupid I was/am, how much I didn’t know, how much I thought I understood when really I knew nothing. I still know nothing. Can you know less than nothing? I’m pretty certain that’s where I am. They don’t tell you that you’ll have to tell 15 people exactly… Continue reading I didn’t know
When there’s a custody dispute, the courts consider the needs and best interests of the child first and foremost. As a good mother, so do I. So who is there to support my needs, to make sure my best interests are met? Every time my child sees his father, I have to see my rapist.… Continue reading Fair and Just