Part two...
I'm really sorry for this next bit. Entirely self absorbed, so please feel free to ignore.
Does anyone remember my post on the antenatal thread a long long time ago about my father? My v abusive father that I haven't seen since being a year old.
For a long time he has lived in America, nearly died twice of pancreatitis (due to being an excessive alcoholic), fell down a cliff, broke his back and crawled all the way back up and survived. Has had another child, abused another wife, etc etc.
He's coming back. Said wife and child have run away and now he is moving back to the UK permanently to live with his mother, in the village that I've grown up in and called my home for 20 years. His mother is an absolute headcase, told him that he was going to be a grandad, and told me in no uncertain terms that he wants "to get to know me". On this occasion I was still working, and heavily pregnant. I well and truly burnt all bridges with her and told her that she or he are having nothing to do with me, or Pippa, and then kicked her out of my shop
My aunty (the only nice sister) rang me today and told me that he is coming back this weekend. I'm so scared. Luckily, I have moved, and not many people know where we live so hopefully there is no chance of being found by either of them. But I feel so vulnerable. DP is back at work for another week and a half and I'm really terrified that he will turn up on my doorstep. I can rely on the village gossips to tell him everything. What do I do? I'd love to be able to tell him where to go, but I fear that if and when that time comes I won't be strong enough and will let him walk all over me. I don't do confrontation. Especially with a man that I don't know, with an abusive history like his. I know he will come back and be a raging alcoholic again. I feel a bit like I can't leave my house now and can't go back to my village and do things like I did before. Sounds stupid but I'm scared to go back to our local pub in case he will be there. Alot of his old friends drink in there, know me, know the baby and I am so worried that he'll start drinking there. I know I won't be able to set foot in there knowing that he could be in there, or could turn up. Bang goes my fecking christmas.
Ugh. I feel like shit. I don't even know what the bloke looks like anymore. I have a picture of him, that is years and years old, which for some reason I've never been able to throw away. (Although I may have done when I had the last row with his mother).
I'm so scared for my mum. His mother knows where she lives and I'm so scared for her that he will turn up there looking for us. She says she's not bothered, and will tell him to fuck off, basically. But she's so good at acting brave when I know she isn't. She'll go to shit in three days time. I don't think domestic abuse is ever forgotten. I don't even know the whole story because she's always tried to protect me from it.
I suppose I can be at least thankful that she won't ever be in the house by herself, because she works so often and isn't really home until my brother and sister are there.
God this is opening alot of old wounds. My little girl is the brightest light in the sudden darkness that has engulfed me today. Poor DP doesn't know what to say or do to comfort me. I think I just need a cuddle. and a big wooden bat.
Sorry everyone. I needed to write that all down and get it out of my head. I have a bad headache.
Love and lots of un-mumsnetty-cuddles to everyone. I hope you all get a decent night's sleep. no doubt mine will be plagued with nightmares again
xxx