I feel desperate. Absolutely desperate.
I’ve got 4 children. I spend every moment of my days just being their mum and I love them. dearly.
9 months. 7 , 13 and 15.
my 9 month old is with my now ex. Amazing at the start. Became extreme abusive. I’ve been called fat, ugly, loser, shit mum, a failure, told me the kids are better without me. He’s hit me once but my god it hurt. In my temple at the side of my head. I’ve got messages saying he going for my throat, I’m dead. U name it.
i have my own house and im don’t live with him. Obviously I’ve stopped him seeing our son as he’s still abusive. I will not hand my baby over to any angry person. Of course this has made him even more angry. He’s blocked on everything so he emails me. If I block email it still goes to spam.
I ignore him and he’s resorted to contacting my family trying to destroy our relationships. Smearing my name and luying.
today he’s gone beyond it & reported me to social services for having post natal depression & being a bad mum?
all I wanted was to enjoy my babies and wake up in peace and he’s doing anything he can to destroy me.
he says he’s applied for court but haven’t heard anything? yet. Hope he hasn’t.
I use to be strong, I loved dancing & singing. I loved makeup. Loved my friends. Loved life. I was the most confident person you’d meet & the best friend.
now, I cry, I shake, I’m scared I’m sad. I hate my face. I detest my postpartum body. I look at my babies and hear him say how shit I am.
I know I need to ring the police but I’m petrified what he’ll do back. He’s totally unhinged. He does not care.
what hurts be the most is my family are decent people but aren’t supporting. I’ve spoken up to my parents, my older brother and they say to basically share the baby with him to stop him getting more angry.
I can’t tell u how low I am and how alone I feel. I’ve sat & thought… it will all end if I’m not here and the kids won’t have a sad mum.
I’ve constantly got a pit in my stomach, a lump in my throat. This is only a bit of the story. I’ve got 1 friend.
id love a strong woman to just give me some strength,
I’ve dedicated my life to the kids. Protecting them, providing, guiding and right now I’m empty.
I know he wants them taken from me. It’s killing me inside. Where do I go. What do I do.
do I run away for a bit as a cry out to my family. I’m sick of being alone crying. No cuddle. No chat. No cuppa tea. Nothing. Nobody.
sorry if I sound like an attention seeker I’m just beside myself and lonely x