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Baby’s first cinema trip 

My little cutie went to the cinema for the first time today. Good as gold as per usual. My sister had to change a very explosive nappy though and she did feed on both boobs. She’s still a little angel. 

Her daddy text in the afternoon asking how we both were. He said he wasn’t coming straight from work, that’s fine I replied and when he called you could tell he didn’t understand my relaxed attitude when I said I had made new plans too. I don’t want to stop him from seeing us but if he can’t stick to a time then that gives me the option to be unavailable and can keep him at a distance. He needs to miss us. 

We spoke later on and he mentioned how he had been talking with someone from work who said how I must be lonely. He never wanted me to feel lonely or unloved apparently. It’s inevitable though and I just commented that I’m used to being alone, I just miss him. It was a pleasant phone call and I feel ok. Sometimes my mind wanders and I think about him with her and all the lies and deceit but that does me no favours and I’m only punishing myself. 

 I sent him some words to think about … 


Tomorrow I weigh myself. Last Wednesday I began a no gluten or sugar diet and I’ve found it pretty easy. Today I had sugar though at the cinema but hey ho. Can’t be perfect. I’ve had two comments today about weight loss and I am definitely feeling more confident in myself. 

Literally buzzing for a night out with my friends on my birthday. Ordered a dress last night and I cannot wait to get fully dressed up again. Fingers crossed I just feel super fabulous by then ❤️

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It needs to be goodbye …

In just little over a week I’ve managed to put myself through more heartache and stress. I just knew getting rid of his clothes would some how come back like it’s my fault.Even said I should never have chucked him out in the first place as that’s why it went wrong. I’ve at times felt like we have moved forward but in reality we haven’t. I should have left him too it when I said I was going too last week.

The Saturday came and I was with his friend and girlfriend whose baby was just 1 week old. His friend rang him from my phone and you could tell he felt a certain way about that. He was cold and rude which I said was unnecessary. Anyway his battery died but he made the conscious effort to ring me back from another phone and left it that he would call me around 6pm to tell me that once again he couldn’t watch our baby as he was ‘busy.’ It’s funny how it was all my fault why he hadn’t seen her. He’s expecting me to call him and arrange when he can see her. He’s a big person , that isn’t my job. If he wants to see her he should call!! I should have listened to that this week.

Saturday evening came and I was pleasantly shocked that he said he would come by and watch her whilst I went out. I didn’t go out for long but it felt so good. He’s so easy to read and almost as soon as I picked him up he’s looking at me with those eyes. He’s so transparent it’s hilarious, I began by telling him to not look at me like that, nor could he touch me or call me babe. He felt no shame in saying how I wasn’t single, how it’s just a bad patch. Suggested I should just stay in with him and have ‘drunk sex’ or maybe my sister came to watch the baby whilst me and him went out.. ‘maybe it’s what we need’ apparently. I stuck to my guns and went out.. I got quite drunk and came home. He questioned something on my cheek which made it look like someone had kissed me (they hadn’t) and then it wasn’t too long until we were having sex! Doh !! Error!! It’s so good though, I can’t lie and it just comes so natural. He leaves telling me he needs to get rid of this girl … hmm like I haven’t heard that before.

Sunday he makes plans to come for 6pm, he doesn’t show nor is his phone on. Drives me mad. It certainly doesn’t get to me like it used too, I just come from a different world. A world where that type of behaviour is just plain rude and unacceptable it’s sad that I expect it from him. It’s a good job his daughter doesn’t understand, but it shows me more so why we need proper visits arranged. I can’t be putting my life on hold for him when he can’t even show.

Monday morning he texts me explaining he would do anything for both of us and he was sorry. He asks me to call him and again it’s the same old shit. How he would have literally died for me, done time for me, how I broke his heart. All I can say is how we’ve both done each other wrong but nows the time to mend it , he does agree and he came over later in the evening. There was no sex this time but lots of kissing and eye contact.

Tuesday he was meant to come over first thing … he didn’t! A row on the phone which saw me mention a fancy dress outfit for baby for Halloween escalate to him calling me a fucking prick. By the evening again he’s telling me he loves me. He’s unstable!!

Wednesday I feel sad. I call him and then text saying ‘just calling to say I miss you.’ He replied saying ‘aww b xx’ then a couple of hours later he calls out the blue and once again says how much he loves us both and would see us later. He lets us down but promises Thursday first thing.

Thursday first thing didn’t happen, shock !! I didn’t call. I didn’t text. Just keeping all this recorded if in the future I’m questioned as to why we can’t arrange times between us both for him to see his daughter. He mentions on the phone how the dumb bitch from Heath is pissing him off too. I calm him down … she’s nothing to do with me. He later explains how she’s constantly on it him about his phone, how she saw a text from me saying ‘miss you too’ and kicked off. All I could say is that I did warn him, considering they both started on lies.. she’s never gonna trust him and well let’s face it she bloody shouldn’t! We have a nice evening, we kiss and cuddle, I cooked and he had no problems in telling me how he’s sick of take aways with her. He does bring up the past, tells me how much he hates pics of me when he was inside. He loves them because I look so fit and a reminder of how all his ‘friends’ in jail would comment about how good his woman looked but hates them because he just thinks how another man was enjoying me. I’ll get that body back!! To which he replies ‘yeh then I’ll have you back.’ How shallow! He tells me again he just wants time and he most probably will end up back with me eventually but his head is just a mess. He leaves saying would see me tomorrow.

Friday, and I pick him up from work. We argue in the car after he makes me take him to the area she lives .. takes the piss! Ok I’m accepting what he’s doing and letting him work out for himself who he really wants but that’s completely just taking the biscuit. He’s cold and distant in the car and I hate it when he goes like this. I don’t help myself at all because I cry and go mental at how he’s so different to the previous evening. Like a crazy fool he denies even recently telling me he loves me. He even said ‘if you had never called her it would have just fizzled out with her and we’d still be together now.’ Again trying to make me feel like its my fault!! I take him to get his hair done before his friends come over to mine. I don’t know why I do this to myself … I knew I was seeing him later and I know he’d be a lot warmer, why do I wind myself up when he’s so rude!!!?? As soon as he got to mine to pick up his bike he winks and says ‘I’m sorry I didn’t mean all that, you know I love you. I just need to sort a few things out.’ My tears earlier were pointless! He goes off to shower (at hers) and then comes back. We act like a couple with his friends there , he strokes my face, leans in to kiss me. Makes comments about how he’s getting his long legged blue eye beauty (that’s me) back into squats. Once they leave he’s all over me .. this time it wasn’t me putting it on him. It was different, we kiss a lot before he leads me into my bedroom. He undresses himself and me, we are still kissing standing up just our naked bodies touching. During sex he keeps telling me to kiss him, and our eyes are locked as he tells me how much he loves me and misses me. I can’t help it … I fucking love him too. So much .. !! I just see a lost confused boy and it’s for me to help him. It was me who hurt him and I want to make it all better. He apologised again for what he did and was so sincere in saying how I deserve better and how I was too good for him. He called our sex crazy and was still touching me whilst saying how we would end up together. I’m his wife, always have been and always will be, and that we’ve both just had affairs. His needs to bloody stop though, I ask him how I’m meant to cope when I know he’s with her and he just says he’s barely there. That’s not good enough really but I must try and put it to the back of my mind. Of course I don’t … it drives me mad. He lets us down Saturday night and although he sees it as just me he’s letting down. He isn’t! He tells me today that she heard him say ‘I’ll make it up to you’ and she cried. Maybe he likes all this! Probably!

He doesn’t go to work today, Sunday. He’ll lose that job too.. he’s then so different with me on the phone cos she’s there. I cannot handle that shit. I should just bite my tongue and wait for him to come over but why should I ?? It showed me once again today how his behaviour is disgusting .. coming to me with all this love talk yet using her as an escapism and somewhere to stay. I feel sorry for her. I hear how he speaks to her too. Told her to fuck off, how’s she’s dumb and a prick. He has no respect for women whatsoever!  At least I know that’s just his nature and not because ‘like he says’ I broke his heart. It kicked off big time this evening, the venom and anger he has regarding his time in jail is scary. I feel like I can’t let him go , he shouts at me how all this is all my fault. I ripped him of any emotion he ever had, how he will never love another woman again because of how much I hurt him. He even said things like he didn’t want to come home to me on his release and how things play over and over in his mind. Some of the things he says I think are genuine but when he says he left all his heart in that cell I don’t believe him. No way. Along this bad journey that has been 2016 even with all the nastiness and anger I’ve still seen that sincere loving Dominic, the one who couldn’t let me go. The one who would scream in my face how much he fucking loves me and even his actions on Friday night … he can’t fake that. He still leaves me saying we’re going to try and work through it and put everything in the past. Only me and him can go from screaming and shouting to then kissing and saying I love you. It’s draining !! But my heart is breaking .. so bad .. and after everything he’s put me through I didn’t think it could break anymore.

Tonight I had to think about him with her again. He’s crazy for thinking another girl will take away his pain, using her as a way to hurt me is sick. He talks so bad of her to me, how she’s not his future, how he thinks of me when he’s with her, even said in front of his friends on Friday that she’s his landlord! Plus he cheats on her and is obviously just using her for a place to stay. He won’t stay with her .. nor will he keep away from me. It’s me who has to put a stop to that.

Tonight made me realise I need to stop seeing him. If we can’t make seeing me just about Ariana then I can’t mentally or emotionally cope with the turmoil he puts me through. I wish I could be around him and just be calm and politely tell him to remove his hand from my body parts or to not lean and kiss me, but right now I’m too weak for that. It feels too good and just right and natural but then when he leaves it feels devastating. Far too much of a rollercoaster and I can’t put up with it anymore.

Yes I hurt him but I often think he’s laying this on thick because he’s ashamed about how he’s treated me. Getting his justification in so he doesn’t feel so bad for shitting all over me when I was heavily pregnant and had his newborn baby. If it wasn’t this it would be something else and I only need to read that old blog and be reminded of how he was before he went to jail too! Deep down he has a good heart but on that surface is a very dark, malicious, selfish, vile creature. Why don’t I see that side more ?!?

I need to be strong !

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ONE WEEK TO GO!!!

I go from wanting her here like ASAP to being ok about there still being time left. I am getting the odd tightenings but nothing major still.

I went for breakfast this morning with two other pregnant women, we spoke about men and their dealings with pregnant women. On a whole yes they are rubbish, they don’t get it.. they continue their care free life of going out and getting drunk whilst us women have to be a mother as soon as we get that positive pregnancy test. It is hard work. I found my self almost blaming myself for not handling this right. Justifying all his actions, my screaming and shouting maybe made him behave the way he has. I found an old diary I had my made when I was pregnant with my first and it was pretty similar. I don’t do pregnant well and unless I want who doesn’t have a life then this is never going to work. There is a happy medium though right?

After last night I thought we had it sorted. We don’t. We really don’t. As he held me in his arms and asked if he could stay over the following night, telling me I have nothing to worry about, how he’s handled all this wrong and I’m going to see such a difference when the baby is here. He also told me he’ll cook for me and spend the afternoon together the following day. I told him ‘we’ll see’ to the staying over but agreed to being cooked for.

I knew his timing of midday was never going to materialise. I also assumed he was never going to cook for me. I called him at half 1 and was cool and cheery. Explained I would cook and asked if it was ok if he bought some grated cheese with him. He replied saying ‘probably not, I’ll just forget’ … I just laughed and said oh ok I’ll get it. At 10 to 6 I called to find out when he was coming and he answered saying babe let me call you back, again I bit my tongue and accepted it. 6:30 I called back as still no return call. He explained he would be with me at 8:30… again I was pleasant and didn’t react. Often I’ve reacted in the past and it does nothing other than get me so wound up I could burst. Well it’s now midnight and not so much of a text. When will I fucking learn??? I don’t even get angry anymore… I just feel hurt. Hurt and ashamed. So thankful this nightmare is almost over, I honestly don’t think he realises what he has done. He talks about all this love he has for me, but lets face it what bullshit. Complete and utter bullshit. You don’t treat someone you love like this. The only person he loves is himself.

This kind of thing has happened on a weekly basis. One would just assume he was cheating on me, he is so convincing when I ask him. I have no reason to doubt him since I know his lifestyle.

Please give me that strength to not say things like ‘I miss you’… because what the hell do I miss? …. I should not say ‘I love you too’…. he is not worthy of my love. He doesn’t deserve this child I am carrying and when he finally wakes up and realises this I hope his heart breaks just as much as mine has. He says I did that when he was inside, BUT this kind of behaviour went on long before he even went to prison. He’s been like this since day 1. Why the fuck did I ever stand by him??

You live and learn and at least I get another gorgeous little baby girl ❤

 

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9 days to GOOO!!

It’s after midnight so i could technically say 8 even, although I’m pretty sure she won’t be coming early. With scan bringing me forward anyway by 4 days and well just my luck really to end up going over and have to be induced. 23rd September is my date for that joyous event, so any thing between now and then is just a waiting game.

I haven’t wrote in a good while. To be honest I feared this blog would turn into just one big moan and whinge about my relationship. It would highlight things that I really needed to do and I wasn’t quite ready. I even still don’t want to go in to everything because that isn’t why I started this blog but I need to get this down. We’ve been through a lot as a couple, a prison sentence being the main obstacle, then upon his release I got pregnant very quickly. It hasn’t been enjoyable at all and I am half the person I was this time last year. Well double in terms of weight of course.

I’ve given him the benefit of the doubt on numerous occasions, numerous being an understatement! Yet he’s persistently treated me badly with disappearing acts, being unreachable, going out for an hour and ending up a drunken mess at my door at 4/5/6am. His attitude has stank and more often than that he blames me for everything. Despite me being completely honest about a man I met during his prison sentence, and him even knowing before he came out he still told me he meant everything he said whilst inside. I was his world, he wanted to marry me and other things he promised. It didn’t last long, I’ve listened to how I don’t deserve to be treated well because of what I did to him and how I’m a slag basically. Unforgivable words if I’m completely honest and they still play on my mind now.

What has made this all the more difficult is that after every argument, every disappearing act, or times he has been mentally vile to me I get the real nice side. He’s sorry, he can’t lose me (I’ve begged for him to let me go) , he’s going to change, it won’t ever happen again…. and rather than us taking some time apart to start again within minutes he’s forgotten exactly what he’s done and said and we go back to the nice normal. Until the next episode that is… which is never long! Now I’m no angel, I don’t pretend to be… he says these things… I see red. I use words to hurt him back and it’s just been completely toxic. He’s just betrayed me so much, can’t hold a job down and I fear he will end up back in jail and that is something I put my complete faith into not doing when I stuck by him. I’ve supported him as much as physically possibly but he throws it back in my face.

I also hold my hands up I’ve been weak, he’s made me feel so low, SO SO low but due to the situation (mainly me being pregnant) when he’s making it up to me I have to embrace it to cling on to that happiness. The love is still insane, I’m sure anyone from the outside can tell me why put up with all that ? But when you love someone THIS much you cling on to every word and believe them and even at the times I HATE him … like hate him so much I just want to protect him and try and guide him. It’s a mess, I wish I hadn’t met him at times, I’ve often thought ‘what the hell have I done’ in terms of the pregnancy and I hate how he’s made me feel, but then on the other side he’s my best friend. He does have such a good heart and no one has ever made me feel as loved as he has. The extremes are too much.

It has made no sense why he would spend the hours talking to me, always getting to the ‘root’ of the problem for it to just happen again and before we know it were having the same chat again. I honestly believe him leaving me would have been easier. Yes hurt at first but this constant up then heartbreak, has broken me. Each time he does something it breaks my heart a little more. Since 2013 (when I’ve met him) during his arrest, court case, prison sentence and now this I could easily go the rest of my life without a single tear. I’ve cried enough!

Anyway more recently enough has been enough, we are apart. To be honest weekends feel no different as he barely spent any with me anyway, he’d tell me he would but then get ‘tied up’ and stumble in at stupid o clock often me being awake all night. Half expecting him to try tomorrow morning, he did last Saturday morning. Putting my buzzer on private doesn’t work, he just throws things at my window to either wake me up or get my attention. I then let him in like a weak fool!

I know many men can go crazy when girlfriends/wives get pregnant, we are also a massive exception to any rule since we’ve had no time to be ‘US’. He got his freedom back, I lost mine…. he’s taken full advantage that he knows I’m not going anywhere and I’m wondering if all this is even something I can forgive?!

His promises has now changed to when baby is here, I am going to give him the benefit of the doubt AGAIN. I will see how he is when she is here, if he continues like this he does not deserve a relationship with this baby. He will say I’m bitter and using her against him, I say it’s me protecting my daughter from a man who may or may not be in her life or it is as when he chooses. Babies don’t need part time dads who want to be out on road all the time, or partying all weekend, or even risking their freedom, they need stability, love and lots of involvement!

In terms of our relationship, this week he has been a bit colder. Hasn’t been his usual self in trying to ‘make it up to me’, he’s taken a step back but he still stands by that he wants me, he wants us to try. We haven’t spoke in great detail, but has made comments about how I’m crazy. Does he still fail to see that it’s been him? Treat me like this… I get crazy…. It’s not rocket science.

I go from wanting him so bad to thinking I just possibly couldn’t forgive him for all what has happened. Knowing his charm though I think as long as he does change and do as he says when she’s here then he’ll have me smitten again. I am ADAMANT in the fact that anymore of this fuckery then it’s over. I love him, but I love myself and my baby girls more. Only so many life lines you can give someone and it won’t be long until I’m back to the old confident me and it will be him who wakes up and realises what he has done. Maybe not in a few weeks but one day. Everyone who knows the situation (not many) but they all say the same…. including his mother. He won’t get better than me, and even if I do see him with someone else… I’ll know she’ll just be putting up with the same shit I did and honestly if he couldn’t be a better man for me and his daughter he won’t do it for anyone.

It’s so hard admitting you was wrong about someone, or even admitting that the man you were so in love with could possibly treat you like this during pregnancy. I’ve often felt ashamed, felt like maybe it was me, felt like an idiot for even getting pregnant by such a douche in the first place and seriously NO ONE has known how bad its been…. NO ONE!

What doesn’t kill you, only makes you stronger and ok I didn’t plan my life to be single with two children by two different dads but that does not mean I can’t find happiness one day. Definitely put off men for a long long time though, and pregnancy well NO WAY! Just NO!! I’ll have my two girls, I have my independence and I have my career and life to focus on. I’m 30, it’s still young really. It’s going to be ok.

 

 

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A social media rant 

Snapchat and Instagram, social media sites that when used properly can be fun, light-hearted and enjoyable but once again this evening the cousin has made my blood boil. This time on snapchat, man is doing videos of his cash saying ‘look at all his money’… It probs looks about £300. £400 tops!! Does he not realise in the grand scheme of things that isn’t a great deal?! Like if I didn’t have a mortgage to pay and a flat to run I would be laughing. It’s called being an adult! Having bills to pay and a flat I can call mine is far more important than having a few quid in my pocket. Last I heard he worked at KFC but with no responsibilities (as he doesn’t pay for his kids) I can see why he got a little excited over some paper. Jeez. The man is so stupid. Well I say man, nothing grown up about that boy. I know what he’s doing too, making out like its ‘trap money’, the silly little boy couldn’t run a vegetable patch let alone trap on the streets like life is some rap song. I need him as far away from my man as possible. Embarrassing. Time I removed him! 

Today I worked for a GPS sports watch brand, and now I need one in my life. If I get accepted into the marathon I Defo need to purchase one. At about £140 though they are not cheap but I see it as an investment and as I was once spending that on a PT per month this is well worth it. 

1767 calories today, no run but I did walk over 11,000 steps at work so I have been active. No studying tonight, too tired. There’s still time yet though, maybe something relatively straight forward like Occupiers liability. Must keep up the momentum!