My Safe Place

When things are really bad I run away to my aunt and my safe place. Other than home it’s the only place I feel truly safe and protected.

Things are bad today. I needed to come up here. I had a massive argument with my ex husband yesterday about his lack of payment for his child (after 5 months of thinking he could give me less than £70 when he should be paying over double that!) and him taking her to spend the night at a woman’s house after she had met her once. They’ve been together 3 weeks! And he didn’t tell me where she was!

It’s left me feeling inadequate, fat, ugly, annoyed and angry. He’s good at making me feel like that. The problem is that I need to try not to be nasty because he is still the teenagers dad.

He’s blocked me now. I can only contact him by email and he’s insisting I only talk to him about her health! What a shame it means I can’t contact him to tell him she’s here with me and won’t be around tomorrow.