My son played zombie games with his friends in the day and had nightmares in the night.i assured him they aren't real..but maybe they are coz I'm about as close to being one as you can get.im clearly not dead but I'm far from alive I simply exist and have been this way for the past 3 years ever since my son was stolen from me by my ex I met my ex is MMI in love instantly we were inseparable after 6 months the Beating for Dan we split up many times but he's charming personality and gift of the gab always true me back in and I always forgive him 3 years later we had the most amazing beautiful clever loving child that ever existed my life was complete I could handle the beatings as long as I still have my baby the beatings continued and after a couple of stint in prison and threats from social services regarding my son's welfare at witness in the violence we eventually split up and I moved out of London on one occasion when he came to pick up our son for his visitation he very Stanley warned me that he would make it his mission to ruin my life I took this with a pinch of salt as I had had many threats on my life. 5 years ago I was diagnosed with degenerative disc disease as I was suffering constant slipped disc I had an operation to discuss during which time mobility was obviously a problem and walking was nearly impossible my ex helped out with our son things seems ok my doctor prescribed me tramadol at quite a high dose as I was in agony I took tablets for a long time and they made me very sleepy I developed a high tolerance for them and needed more and more to feel the effect without realising I have become a prescription junkie one weekend my darling beautiful baby boy went to his dad's it was a month after his 11th birthday he was collected on the Friday as normal and on the Saturday I've received a phone call saying that my ex would not be returning my son on the Sunday as normal I laughed it off thinking he was not capable