Haha thanks Zazzles!
- if H had read that and seen me being described as having planning as a strength I think he would choke on his coffee - he's of the 'name couldn't organise a piss up in a brewery' ilk!
And going round the room at the freedom programme yesterday, hearing that same sort of comment/way of thinking of all the other abusers is quite chilling actually - last week was the first week so it was all new, but yesterday I had my eyes opened even more to how bad it has all been.
Thanks Bland I didn't realise that, I think I'll have a quick chat with the school.
I've done that Anna, thanks - I've set myself up a new hotmail.
So H is hobbling about injured now. He's struggling to walk after twisting his knee at bloody football. I don't have any sympathy although have had to show concern not least because my parents have been fussing round him - when I twisted my ankle doing an exercise DVD a while ago it was because I was a fucking idiot and shouldn't have been doing it, and every wince of pain and hobble I did was met with a rolling of the eyes and 'fuck sake' muttered under his breath (I was doing it because I felt fat, because he has called me fat lots of times - and his solution to my weight worries is to 'just get a gastric band' - I am 5ft 5 and 11 stone by the way, a bit over but nowhere bloody near needing a gastric band - ho hum!)
Anyway, just waiting for the parents to be gone so I can start subtly paving the way!
Thank you lovely ladies for still being here for me
