Well as some of my close friends know i had a really bad weekend, and now feel the need to finally get it all out so maybe i can move on and get past it. Firstly I will start with a bit of a background, I am a person who loves their friends like family and have had a certain friend for over 16 yrs now that I thought was my best friend. He has been there through thick and thin and was always there for me when i needed someone. Unfortunately he saw our friendship as more than that, and for the last year has been getting more and more possessive and trying to control me, and steal me away from the man I love. Well he was warned to stay away and that's when the stalking began, he would turn up wherever I was and would conveniently be driving past when I went out the house. That was on top of the 300 plus texts a day and god knows how many phone calls. Well due to me leaving town to go live 800 odd kms away I thought I would go out for 1 final night of drinks with the girls.....STUPID ME lol. After driving past numerous times during the night while we were going from pub to pub, he decided to come in and make a nuisance of himself in person instead of via phone or just driving past. He was nice enough at first til he was asked to leave before the nice person that asked him actually got physical with him, I don't agree with physical violence one bit but enough was enough. Thinking the first warning and the headbutt would have been enough I went back to partying........HA HA silly me it didn't end there he stayed put, and continued to make a pain in the ass of himself which stirred up 2 more people, who confronted him and asked him to leave and they weren't nice about it either. So the count til now is 3 big nasty men who have asked him to leave. The worst part of it was I had no way of contacting my man, thanks to a few close people he was notified but I didn't know this at the time. He disappeared for a few minutes so I breathed a sigh of relief and went back to enjoying myself. Not 5 minutes later I have hands on my shoulders digging into me and dragging me away from my friends, the next thing i know he has hold of my wrists and is in my face screaming at me, that the first guy that headbutted him had just punched him and it was all my fault so he was going to slash my throat for it. Mind you he has done all of this right under the surveillance cameras, and within earshot of bouncers and numerous friends and bystanders. At this moment my man comes flying over the table from somewhere and I was dragged away by the bouncers so I didn't get hurt. The offender is then dragged out of the pub and I was finally able to talk to the people involved. I find out not only had he threatened the first guy that asked him to leave with stabbing him but, he was also carrying a knife which I have no doubt that he planned on using that night. I have never been so terrified. Those of you that have read my previous journals will know what I had already gone through at the hands of my ex so this was the last thing I needed. The next day I awoke to numerous messages etc and to be told...If he couldn't have me no one would famous last words I say. I'm currently a prisoner in my own house or my sister's and dad's house who have been wonderful helping me through this, don't know what i would have done without them, because the little creep just wont leave me alone he is still stalking me and I am so over living in fear. I'm sorry for ranting but need to get this out. At the end of the day my true friends wont care they will know I need to do this to feel better. So to bring this to a close all I can say is good riddance to bad rubbish and if I don't seem myself on here the one's that take the time to read this will know why.
Ok Bye For Now
Now where were we, oh yeah that's right my perfect life lol cough splutter.... Well after that my life went from bad to worse my "perfect" man turned out to be an abusive alcoholic, who took great delight in beating me black and blue on a daily basis, and that started when i got pregnant with our first child together and ended the day i walked out after a 10 year relationship with him and being married for just 7 weeks. But back to our first child my son was born healthy on the 15th of March 2000, he is my smiling assassin because he can get away with murder just with a smile. Life wasn't too bad it was manageable, it was then i made the decision i was a big girl lol silly me and moved into a house with my partner. So lets recap I'm 18 with 4 children and so far had enough BS to last me a few lifetimes lol. But being the glutten for punishment that i am and hoping maybe he will change, we decide to go for baby number 5 god help me what was i doing. So my next child was born just over a year after his brother, on the 23rd of march 2001 ok enough's enough you might say well think again. My Isaac is i would have to say the most psycho of my dark princes but i love him just as much as the others :) In between all of this are regular broken bones, black eyes, bruises, trips to the hospital and hiding from everyone so that they didn't know what was going on ( its pretty bad when you have to get people to identify you by your tattoos because you are that badly beaten ) but did i leave HELL NO, I'm tough i can stay, families are meant to stay together right??? Shall i continue... yes i think i shall, for those that want to criticize me for the amount of kids i have, or at what age D.I.L.L.I.G.A.F until you walk a day in my shoes, or know exactly what was going on at the time. Kindly take your comments and opinions and shove them up your ass SIDEWAYS :) Ok sorry about that back to it, not long after Isaac was born we moved 250 kms away, so i had no friends and no family my only support was my ex husbands family, Oh Joy Oh Delight lol. So life goes on or atleast some semblance of a life, i remember very little of that time, I think its safer that way my next happy moment was discovering i was pregnant with my daughter but.... that too ended up being a moment that turned to shock as i was to discover it was not 1 but 2 children that i was carrying i was happy, sad, nervous, excited and had so many more emotions that i don't need to list lol ( you get the idea ) . But when does my life ever go to plan... unfortunately I discovered that at just 16 weeks one of my baby's hearts had simply stopped beating, now here is me thinking haven't I had enough yet? Cant someone else have the bad luck but someone either has a sick sense of humour, or in a past life i was a really bad girl because you guessed it, more bad luck was to follow. At just 28 weeks pregnant they bundle me in a plane and send me to the nearest big hospital, because the child remaining inside me was struggling and had to be born very soon so here i was i had not even come to terms with losing yet another child and all i can think is FOR FUCK SAKE not this one too. But whether it was the power of prayer or my little girls will to live, she was born a week later on the 22nd of September 2002 weighing in at just 3lb 2oz. My little princess was perfect just tiny and spent the next 6 weeks in hospital learning how to do all the things she shouldn't have been doing yet. But my little Immy was a fighter and was a whopping 4lbs when she came home lol. So back home it was to 4 children under 5 with a newborn life was grand til the brilliant decision was made lets move interstate so my "man" could get a decent job and we could start a new life for our family. Who can guess what happened next? Well after being there for a little over a month we get a phone call, the mother in law has breast cancer so we pack up our family and come back. I forgot to add in this time i got pregnant AGAIN this would be baby number 7 in 7 years someone kill me please what i didnt add is my body rejected most contraceptives and try telling a man you are in a long term relationship with he has to wear protection HAHAHAHAHA what a joke that was. So we drove 3000kms back to be at her side while she fought her battle and at 22 weeks pregnant my water broke ( SHIT BABIES DONT SURVIVE BORN THAT EARLY ) and thats right thank god she wasn't born then, I managed to keep her in there for 6 more days. My Precious little girl Ataliah was born at 22wks 6 days weighing a mere 15oz her struggle was long and very hard and she still battles everyday she spent 11 months in hospital, and it was 2 months before i even got to hold my child life was pretty crappy to say the least To Be Continued....
COMMENTS
the guy that beat you, he will live everyday knowing what he did, and will suffer painfully for the rest of his days
I know he will Max thanks xo
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Darkwulf
05:47 Aug 18 2010
he needs to leave you the f*ck alone and move on with his life, he is a pathetic creep wannabe
markus666
17:36 Sep 05 2010
The fellow that you are describing is suffering from a mental disorder and he will not end the harassing of you, until he get medical advise. His social environment must be around you, because in his little brain, you are the one that he is blaming for his bad "karma". This guy is infatuated with you. Keep a low profile, do not return his call or text. And I wish you the best of luck. By the way, when someone has a mental decease, restraining order issued by a judge, 90% doesn't work.
FeverDreams
14:26 Sep 23 2010
put that creep behind bars or sumfin!