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My ‘love’ back behind bars !

Took the police 5 weeks to catch up with him. 5 weeks!! I warned him he needed to do it before we had our social services meeting, despite his promises he just didn’t. Scared he was going to jail he told me. I did not think it would come to that! Just did not. 

I got myself caught back up in his cycle once again. A week before his arrest on 13th March he was promising money daily and it was so exhausting but I kept relying on it so bad so I had to go with it! ‘Let me see you both before I hand myself in please’ and ‘I need to give you your money’ , all just excuses to see me. Then once I saw him… I am weak. The Thursday morning I had had enough, promised money first thing.. countless missed calls and even one he cancelled (although he denies) and I thought enough is enough. Money my arse he won’t give me any! I sent long messages to his mother and father. I can’t lie the anxiety in my head and the visions of him ignoring me in my head was mainly what drove me too it. Reminder of before and well we know why he ignored me before!! Rather be with some dumb girl then admit to me that he doesn’t have any money. I blocked him.. fuck him! He called in the afternoon from withheld and I cancelled it 3 times. Proud! 

Friday morning he did the same but this time I listened, the sob story of how he couldn’t sleep and how he had the money etc. The usual battle of a phone call where some how he twists it to me being the one at fault. I calmed down and the afternoon I called him back in the hope I would get some money out of him. I was skint! Straight away he came to me and we went to the supermarket. A conversation before hand made me melt. The trip to the supermarket made me feel on a high, something so minor that most take for granted felt so good. Better than a drug. We looked like a normal family, happy and in love. The way he touches me, smiles and acts around our daughter. It’s all too much. The sex after this is euphoric but once again reality hits me slap in my face when he goes because he’s still wanted. Wanted for his assault on me, the pair of us are crazy! He equally should stay away from me, I could frame him for murder and he still wouldn’t stay away! 

He leaves ‘I love you,  call me later’, I don’t! I just can’t put myself through even the thought of him not answering my phone call on a Friday night. He was still blocked too. We speak on Saturday, 3 times I call him throughout the day and he answers each time. He doesn’t even KNOW how much better that makes me feel! Sunday morning he turns up at mine after his night out.. coming in at that time used to absolutely put me beside my self. Then when he stopped coming full stop I longed for those days, pathetic and not a relationship. 

Sunday morning was the last I saw of him. Again the 3 of us just chilling, then slept was ALL I wanted. All I ever wanted. Being at mine makes me anxious and so I left him to sleep and went out for the day whilst he slept his night out off. Monday morning came and I admit I knew he was coming after school run but I had a meeting at the school. I had told him but I knew he would have forgot. Finished my meeting and of course he’s pissed off. Strop city!! I kind of wish we hadn’t of left it like that but equally he needs to understand how it feels when people are not where they said they were going to be. The conversations on the phone then were completely toxic and I left him too it. See you at the meeting I screamed! 

Well I didn’t see him. He turned up late, wasn’t allowed in and I was informed he was being arrested and being recalled to prison.

My heart fucking sank. I cried. He needs to hear this I cry, what’s the point in holding this when the other parent is not even allowed to be present. The police officer in the room paints an awful picture of him based on intelligence. He looks like a real threat to his daughter, threat to me. It just all looks so terrible. Domestic abuse! Domestic violence! Drug dealing! Carrying weapons. Hearing it all, it hits home!! I still feel like my heart has been pulled out. Prison again!

That evening brings back loads of memories. He had called his mother earlier on and asked me to look in his old prison bag. I did. All my emails, cards, pictures! FFS we were so in love! What the hell happened???!!! How did we get to this! Emails I had sent where he had underlined words and sentences. Prison is a fucked up place, and it fucked him up and I did hurt him! I felt like this was what I wanted but it still didn’t feel good.

The next morning I spoke with the police officer. She was lovely and told me he was recalled only due to the fact he took so long for arrest. Not good character when on licence. I’m still yet to know how long he has but with no new offences the longest it will be is 6 weeks. This day I felt good, I felt fucking free!! I knew where he was, he couldn’t smoke, drink, shag whatever dirt box to void his feelings now. Just him , his own thoughts, memories and countless men! Perfect! 

Wednesday 15th and the last time I heard his voice. I was shocked to hear him, he sounded fine. Loving even. No blame on me at all. He’s using his charm, tells me how already he’s thinking of me moving on, can’t bare it. Asks me to be good for him and tells me if this time I am I’ll see a changed man. He gets 22 minutes call time and I do reciprocate his ‘I love you’ and ‘I miss you’ at the end of the call. I’d already sent a harsh straight to the point email by this point which he would of had the pleasure of being delivered the next day. Good! Harsh, real facts on how he has treated the woman who was there for him. Like really there for him! He needs to know! He did joke on the phone about how I must be loving this! Yes I do. I felt like I had been released from prison. Roles reversed. 

I believe he tried to call me on Tuesday, he didn’t get through so called his sister and passed on some shitty message! He got another email from me, look how he reacts after I miss one call. Yet he can ignore his phone ALL day and it’s perfectly fine and I’m made to feel like a dick for caring! He could have said hope you are all ok but no. This is him ALL over .. defensive negativeness and thinks I’m just ‘airing’ him. He’s so transparent to me now, he’s hurt because he didn’t get to speak to me! Hurt, so he attacks. 

I’ve spoke with my new social worker. I like her. She’s going to visit him inside. The whole report is very bias, paints an awful picture of him and I hold my hands up to all professionals that I have been violent. I often provoke situations and push him. I need help with my anger and I need help dealing with the events from the past year. He needs help dealing with stuff I have also put him through but I will never lose sight of how manipulative and how much he has mentally abused me when I was pregnant and then when I had a newborn. 

When he first came out of jail I was the most amazing woman on this planet apparently. He wanted to marry me. Confusing him when I was honest about my infidelity the weekend before he came home just blew up massively in my face. He blamed EVERYTHING on that. The reason he was risking his freedom was all my fault. If he had just held a job down, kept away from his wasteman friends and stepped away from that road trap life we would NOT be here today! 

The whole year has ALL been because I did not tolerate his choices. His illegal activities that of cause he gaslighted me and made out it wasn’t happening. He thinks I was born yesterday, driving him around to ‘pick stuff up from his bredrin’, finding cash on him. The begging, the pleading, the promises he made that it wasn’t on a big scale. He wasn’t touching anything apparently. I was always always so petrified he’d end up back in jail. My uncooperation which led to constant rows sent him to be the cheating animal he became! Of course he’d pick a 19 year old not bothered about his lifestyle over me giving him constant headache! Of course!! 

It’s now, now or never. This short time inside could be the blessing he needed to be a proper father and have a decent relationship with his beautiful little baby girl. That life he is in deep in ain’t worth the life he’s currently living. Friday night and banged up in a cell since 4pm. If this doesn’t show him his daughter is worth more, then NOTHING WILL! 

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1 Saturday down , 5 to go ..

.. Until I am able to go out and party!! I have my little girl tonight anyway so wouldn’t have gone out tonight but tomorrow could have been a possibility. Craving a good night out so bad!! 

1,818 calories today, had a Chinese with my mini me but counted it correctly. I didn’t snack at all today and that makes such a big difference in your calories, they soon add up. I was under on the fat and sugars content too. I didn’t manage to go for that run this morning, woke up feeling so groggy as I have been doing for a while now. More water, more water a must and back drinking my herbal teas I once got into a good routine with. 

I bought a new cream today and at nearly £10 (and that was half price) it wasn’t cheap. Nip + fab tummy fix it’s called, the reviews look good and after I stood in my underwear in front of the mirror at the sunbed shop I realised how bad the tummy situation is. I took a photo, not brave enough to upload yet but I will do if I get a good picture in a month or so to compare it. Will let you know if it works. I know it’s pretty natural to have stretch marks and excess skin after a pregnancy and especially for someone like me who has lost over 6 stone but to me it just looks weird. Not natural at all. I did get into a good shape last year and it began to look better but I was having a personal trainer then, I am hoping I can do it again without one. 

It’s 1:40am, I did my usual of having a late evening kip to study more effectively. It works yet my body clock is all over the place. Proud of what I have achieved tonight tho. Tomorrow I am working again, cinema date with my daughter then I will pick a different topic to get my teeth into. I’ve got this!!

65 days till Ibiza !! 

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I feel so sad …

I need to snap out of this. I have already napped for a while. These exams won’t revise themselves! BBC Question Time is just making me angry, and I keep thinking about sweets to make me feel slightly happy. 

I miss him, I miss him so much. A year ago today was when he was arrested. A year ago tonight I had a sleepless night not having a clue what was happening just wanting to hear his voice. Why do I feel so sad? The good news is this time next year he will be here, back with me and probably annoying me lol. 

His brother rang me today. I couldn’t believe it. He’s been gone 8 months and he is only just asking me for his prisoner number and address. He also said he felt he had a duty to see if I’m ok beings I am his brothers missis. Say what??? The last time I even spoke to him was after he was screaming in my street at us both. That being said I do hope he does write to him and they can have a normal relationship now. Family is important, even if they do have some making up to do. 

1,376 calories today, not enough water and I really need sweets to get me through my revision session ! 

Law student life !!! 

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I’m so angry !! 

Seriously! So angry! He can tell me what he likes but let’s face it I have absolutely no idea what he tells others. The number of times he assures me he’s cutting people out his life and how shit is going to change, how the events that have previously occurred due to his illegal activity will never happen again. I must be a fool to believe that, a fool. He tells me yesterday that he spoke to his cousin (the one who hasn’t so much wrote him a letter) and his excuse was ‘it hurts too much and he rather wait and give him money to help him on his feet when he’s released.’ MASSIVE LOL, what fucking bullshit. What money? Man don’t have no money for his own kids, and help him on his feet? They are all on drugs I swear. He’s coming home to me, to live with me, what does his cousin ACTUALLY think he will need?!? Why can’t my boyfriend just man up to him and tell him exactly what he tells me? It’s weird! This happened before, I was always competing with his jealous cousin like we are in some playground fighting over a best friend! Guess this is what I get for mixing with 21 year olds! 

Anyway I’m on Instagram doing my usual ‘anything but studying’ routine and his cousin has uploaded a picture of himself and my boy announcing to the world … ‘Cuzzy said look after the trap #hebeback’ with some pointless money emoticons. This translates to English as ‘let’s make more illegal money when he’s out.’ To be honest I don’t even care if he told him this and was lying to him because he’s certainly lying to one of us. Showing off to him like he still wants that life, like I know he doesn’t well THOUGHT I knew! Why can’t they just grow up?! I feel so hurt I just wish I NEVER met him!! 

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Just over half way as a prison wife .. 

I was fooling myself with the doubts. I couldn’t leave him. I see his face and I melt. I see how his eyes go when he hears my words about the doubts I have. It would break him. He is so in love with me and that’s enough. We kiss and I need more. I cuddle him and never want to let him go. God what I would do for a night alone with him no screws, no large room, no dogs. One day!

We have 8 months left, tag is looking unlikely after the fight he had so December 21st is our focus. Imagine the feeling on that day for both of us. I’m planning in my head what we can do on that day, hotel, dinner, drinks. I have said previously how I wouldn’t cope if he didn’t get tag but I actually think it would be terrible for our relationship. 7pm every night, we’d have no money and my single occupancy benefits would stop so I’d have to work more to try make up that deficit and I just think it would be complete stress! If it happens obviously I will be happy but it’s not a disaster if it doesn’t. I love him and he is worth the wait I know that much.

I spoke with 2 other prison girlfriends today both said they would never put themselves through this again. One had 2 small children and the other was pregnant and due in July, hats off to those women although they are dealing with shorter sentences having children involved would make it 100 times worse. I would also see the man as far more selfish, being a father and risking life away from them is unforgivable. Although I understand mistakes happen and previous offences can come back and bite them in the arse but some are just plain stupid and do not learn!

242 days to go …

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Chapter One

I have written stories, journal articles, notes, diaries since as long as I can remember, as I have already mentioned in a previous post. I have expressed already in this blog. I want to write a book. This blog is missing quite a bit of what happened before he was sentenced and a book needs a chapter one right?

It was April 2013, working as a self employed promo girl I had made myself unavailable for 2 weeks around this date. I had received a Jury Summons, a few months prior to this time and so knowing I would be needed in Court, going to work was not an option. The summons excited me, I’m not going to lie when I saw the envelope and after my first initial glance I had thought ‘what have I done now?’, but no it was nothing to worry about and in fact I felt pretty privileged to be included in such an once in a lifetime opportunity.

The case lasted a week and whilst many of the jurors moaned about the waiting around, the lengthy process and even the price of the food in the canteen. I soaked up every last bit of the experience and found it all so fascinating. Who’d had of thought a real life case would actually feel like you was on a TV set or something for latest Crime Drama on ITV. Quite a lot came flooding back to me, as I listened carefully to the Judge summing up and I felt that passion inside of me. I am no stranger to the law you see, I graduated back in 2007 with a Criminology and Law degree and I had also been a Special Police Constable for 4 years up until 2011. I assumed my law days were behind me, convinced myself it wasn’t what I wanted but no this was what I needed, this was where my heart lied. In the Court room! I did my research, applied to University and was adamant I was going to make my dreams come true. I can’t be a promo girl forever right?!

The day that is still etched in my mind like it was yesterday was Wednesday 30th April. The case I had been a part of the Jury for had ended and I was expected at the Crown Court that afternoon in case I was needed again. I was secretly hoping I found myself on something else, more time off work and I had already made the decision I wanted to get back into law on a serious level. The weather was picking up and in fact I remember this day being particularly warm. It was a typical morning as I got my daughter ready for school (who was 5 at the time), and I got myself dressed ready for the gym.

Well it seemed a typical morning.

I left my flat and walked to my car, I hadn’t parked it in the garage that particular night and so I hurried myself and my daughter to it hoping we wouldn’t be late for school again that week. Before I even unlocked the car I was greeted by an ex colleague and also an officer I knew on a personal level. I happily said morning not thinking anything of it, which was until he said the words ‘remember me? We need a chat’. My heart dropped. I remember feeling stupidly hot all of a sudden. My first thought was maybe something to do with the Jury Service. I had recognised the officer giving a witness statement afterall, I could tell he recognised me too, maybe I was in trouble for that?! The shock on my face made him quickly want to ease me, ‘it’s not you’ or something like he calmly said but instructed I got my daughter into the car before we spoke anymore. She did as she was told, my heart still racing. He was in plain clothes too, he had been waiting for me, this was all so surreal. How is this happening?!

…… 1am must stop there.

Night xx