Hi Diff
Wow - I'm really sorry to hear that you are going through a tough time after all you have already been through.
I can sympathize with you - when I was pregnant, my daughter's father went off to Florida "to work" for the winter - ha ha. He spent the winter partying and making the rounds of the strip joints. It's not a good feeling to be left alone when expecting a baby! But you have something wonderful to look forward to - noone can ruin that for you. Looking back, I wish I had moved forward at that point and done it alone.
You must be one strong lady and will be a great mom!
Take good care of yourself. I hope you have family and friends to support you. You are obviously a very caring person and deserve to have people around you who care about you.
By the way - you're right - I'm not always so polite - have sounded like a complete maniac on many occasions - that's for sure.
Let me know how you are doing.
Take care.
Shirl
Hi again
I just read a few previous posts and i guess I didn't realize just how bad things have been for you. It is a Godsend that he left- I'll definitely keep you in my thoughts and prayers - you and your baby deserve a safe and happy life. If you could beat the drug, I have faith you will be able to move beyond this and onto the life you deserve.
Thinking of you.
Shirl
I just read a few previous posts and i guess I didn't realize just how bad things have been for you. It is a Godsend that he left- I'll definitely keep you in my thoughts and prayers - you and your baby deserve a safe and happy life. If you could beat the drug, I have faith you will be able to move beyond this and onto the life you deserve.
Thinking of you.
Shirl
Hi Shirl, how ya doin' kiddo? Well, the latest news is he came back... Got a phone call yesterday evening saying he was catching the late ferry from Rosslare, and would be home later. I waited up, coz I didn't want him to walk in and find the dog in the house, without me being around to stick up for the poor old beast. But he didn't get in till gone 4 am, so I'd dozed off on the sofa. He just came in, went straight up the stairs to go to bed I guess. I woke up, heard noises and went up to see him. Bill got up and yawned and stretched (he sounds like Bagpuss when he yawns - for those of you who don't know who Bagpuss is, he's a saggy old cloth cat, of course!) on queue, so he knew Bill was in the house. He started to have a moan at me about the dog, then he just said "oh, go to bed will you!" and he stormed off into one bedroom and shut the door, and I traipsed off into the other bedroom. Wonderful welcome, don't you think? Anyway, he's still in bed, so we haven't even spoken.
But the good news is that I had a letter from the council this morning telling me that they are classing me as homeless, because of the domestic violence, and are going to rehouse me as a priority. So hopefully I'll soon have my own place. If I live that long! Ha! It'll be so nice to not have to walk around on eggshells all the time, and to feel like I have rights, and can do what the hell I like! And if I want Bill in my house, then in the house he'll be. Imagine making an old man, with painful arthritus sleep out in the shed in the damp and cold! It's just not on. He's been with me since he was 8 weeks old. I first saw him when he was just 3 days old, and no bigger than a guinea pig, I picked him out of the litter when he was about 3 or 4 weeks old, and I took him home with me when he was 8 weeks. He's been my most loyal friend, and I'm damned if my boy will be condemned to spend the winter (probably his last winter) in an outdoor kennel, when he's had all the creature comforts of home all his life. He's been through enough. The dog has never hurt me, and he's one of the most intimidating dogs you're ever gonna meet. He has always been loving and gentle to me, and all his ferociousness has been directed at protecting me. He's earned his place as part of my true family, and I'll stick up for him the way he sticks up for me!
OK, I've got to go to town to pay some money into my account now.
love
Diff x
But the good news is that I had a letter from the council this morning telling me that they are classing me as homeless, because of the domestic violence, and are going to rehouse me as a priority. So hopefully I'll soon have my own place. If I live that long! Ha! It'll be so nice to not have to walk around on eggshells all the time, and to feel like I have rights, and can do what the hell I like! And if I want Bill in my house, then in the house he'll be. Imagine making an old man, with painful arthritus sleep out in the shed in the damp and cold! It's just not on. He's been with me since he was 8 weeks old. I first saw him when he was just 3 days old, and no bigger than a guinea pig, I picked him out of the litter when he was about 3 or 4 weeks old, and I took him home with me when he was 8 weeks. He's been my most loyal friend, and I'm damned if my boy will be condemned to spend the winter (probably his last winter) in an outdoor kennel, when he's had all the creature comforts of home all his life. He's been through enough. The dog has never hurt me, and he's one of the most intimidating dogs you're ever gonna meet. He has always been loving and gentle to me, and all his ferociousness has been directed at protecting me. He's earned his place as part of my true family, and I'll stick up for him the way he sticks up for me!
OK, I've got to go to town to pay some money into my account now.
love
Diff x
Maybe the reason he's so anti having Bill in the house is because he knows the dog will attack him if he see's him smack me about. My man has this daft notion that he'd be able to take on the dog and win! Ha! That's what the last person who hit me in front of the dog thought. Bill had him on the ground screaming in the blink of an eye! Didn't stand a chance... Even the police dog handler who came to control the dog when I was being busted ran out the door and slammed it behind him when Bill caught sight of the uniform and decided to launch him. He loathes the police, coz they come in uninvited, and as far as he's concerned, all uninvited guests get shown the door unceremoniously! I'll never forget the first time the police did an early morning bust on me. They smashed the door down and about six of them piled up the stairs and burst into my bedroom. I heard one of them trip on the stairs and rubbing my eyes, I told them to watch the stairs coz the dog had worn a hole in the carpet and it was easy to trip. One of the coppers looked back down the stairs and said "the dog's wearing a hole in Justins' arse at the minute..." Classic! That's my boy...
But that is the very last thing I would want to happen. I'll do everything in my power to ensure that my boy is never exposed to violence again.
love
Diff x
But that is the very last thing I would want to happen. I'll do everything in my power to ensure that my boy is never exposed to violence again.
love
Diff x
Hi Diff
I hope you're doing ok - I'm glad you have your dog to keep you company and to look out for you - dogs are such great friends and family members - I have 4 of them.
Happy to hear that you are eligible for housing - hope that comes up soon for you. Hang in there and let me know how you are doing.
Shirl
I hope you're doing ok - I'm glad you have your dog to keep you company and to look out for you - dogs are such great friends and family members - I have 4 of them.
Happy to hear that you are eligible for housing - hope that comes up soon for you. Hang in there and let me know how you are doing.
Shirl
Dear Diff,
I'm glad to hear that finding you housing is going to be given priority. You need to get out of there. Please be CAREFUL! You and your baby are in my thoughts and prayers.
We have a 130 pound German Shepherd living here (my son's) and he is VERY protective so I know what you're talking about and at 130 he's VERY intimidating too! He doesn't even like you saying the word "get" around him as in, "I'm going to get you." He's a very smart dog.
Love,
Susan
I'm glad to hear that finding you housing is going to be given priority. You need to get out of there. Please be CAREFUL! You and your baby are in my thoughts and prayers.
We have a 130 pound German Shepherd living here (my son's) and he is VERY protective so I know what you're talking about and at 130 he's VERY intimidating too! He doesn't even like you saying the word "get" around him as in, "I'm going to get you." He's a very smart dog.
Love,
Susan
Hi guys, I wouldn't say Bill's that smart. He's a clown, and very comical. He has the turning circle of an articulated lorry, and is forever getting himself wedged in places, and having to reverse himself out, and he's not that great at reversing! And when he's got his long lead on, he has a habit of walking round in circles and getting himself completely tied up. But he does do a wonderful trick, where you get him to lie down flat, and put a toy on top of his head, then say "Go Bill!" and he flips the toy into the air and catches it in his mouth. He's terminally disobedient, does everything in his own sweet time, impossible to chastise coz he always has to have the last word. He reminds me of a stroppy teenager, when you tell them to clean their room or do their homework, when they flounce off mumbling under their breath. He'll do what he's asked...eventually, and with a complete lack of good grace, complaining all the way. But he's loving and sweet, and he and I know each other perfectly. He may grumble and growl, but he'd never bite me, and I may rant and rave and threaten him with death, but he knows I'd never give him a beating. He gets the occasional cuff round the ear, but that's about as far as it goes. But I love him so much, and am never happier than when he plonks his big head in my lap and looks up at me with his soulful brown eyes. He's my darling...
love
Diff xxx
love
Diff xxx
