It's exactly one year today that I found out the true extent of what she had been doing, and the full extent of her lies and manipulations, and just how long it had been going on for.
That she was behind all the custody cases going back seven years, which cost me £20 00 and part of my sanity. I can't begin to count the number of times I sobbed on the phone to the samaritans. What that bitch has put me through beggars belief, it really does. It's all so fucking Jeremy Kyle, what kind of mother sleeps with her daughters ex husband? What kind of mother is STILL in touch with him, when he has nothing whatsoever to do with his son, only to endlessly conspire to take him away from me. Not because they love or care for him, but to hurt me, and only to hurt me. Did they really think the court couldn't see straight through it? Well they could, and they did.
What kind of freak actively does everything in her power to destroy my life and my career. Why? because I was born, and in her words, "must be stopped". And right now bluebell is screaming with terror, sobbing and afraid. Poor bluebell, poor little lamb, so beautiful and soft and gentle, who had to hide under the sofa, to be invisible, to get away from that wicked, wicked witch.
Sometimes I am amazed I am still here. I remember after one overdose, waking up in hospital the next day and sobbing with grief that I had to continue to endure this life.
I am fucking She Ra. I am still here, and I am building my life at last, my kids are ace, my marriage is mending, I am writing and recording.