I was on a course and there was a Christmas night out mid-December. Apparently it was a bit of a mess, but I had chosen not to go as they weren't my type of friends. Next thing I get a SOCIAL WORKER ringing me on Monday morning saying that she's had reports that I was drunk and disorderly and that she wanted to investigate me. I told her to call our course Director as she could account for the fact that I wasn't there at all (as far as I knew she was also going). She called the course Director but it turns out that she hadn't been there either! So she couldn't say whether I was there or not. I then had social workers come out and had to prove to them that I couldn't have been out because I had done A, B & C and had evidence of it. I know that someone maliciously reported me for this but I never found out who nor why. I had three suspects. One slept with my bf about 6 months later and she was the one who was actually arrested on the night out, so I strongly suspect it was her. Maybe she thought they'd mix us up or something and she could put the blame on me. She's a very sick individual. Am I the only one who has had this sort of crap happen?
Mine is SS too. Someone reported that I had hit my son in the street and there was then screaming/shouting in the flat for almost an hour. The report was made the day my mother (who I haven’t seen in almot a decade) discovered that I had taken my son on (sister is his birth mother) so I suspect it was her, especially as they could name me and my son but didn’t know my actual address just the general area. Like you experience it was very upsetting.
I think it's the dirtiest move you can make. Because how the hell do you defend yourself to SS???? I was never as terrified in all my life. I think I know it was the one who was arrested and then shagged my then DP. I don't think anyone else would have done it. She was well fucked up.
apo & simon! Nothing as bad as that-but im still suffering the shenanigans of an ex boyfriend of mine. When he was just a friend he found himself homeless so gave him a place to stay...love ensued bought him a car, paid for holidays, actually funded every aspect of his life to get him on his feet...never happend. He f**ked off on one of his nights out and dumped me by text. Shit happens oh well! Its the bailiffs/coming to my door from random payday loans/financed cars. Drugdealers knocking my door demanding thier money ect 2 years later that grip my shit he must be using my address for god know what i have more mail come to my address for him than me?! Shit is my thanks i guess
Discovering by chance that my other half had started gambling again and got us in a huge amount of debt. Cherry on the top being when he told me that if I hadn't accidentally found out he would never have told me but just let me carry on living a lie.