Hello to anyone still following my blog. Not sure why you would be as I’ve not posted in about… A year..?
A lot’s happened since then.. And I guess I need somewhere to vent. Sooo here goes :)
In February, my mum left my dad. She’d been saying she was going to for years and has a few times before. But this time was different.
At around 4 in the morning on a Friday night, I was sleeping next to a guy who I thought loved me and wanted to be with me forever. I got a phone call from mum who was crying and said she was in hospital with her face cut open, having stitches. Dad was still at home.
She doesnt remember how she got the huge slice in her forehead, or the numerous black and blue bruises all over her body, but I dont think my dad is innocent there.
I went straight to the hospital and stayed with her until a decent hour in the morning when she was released. I brought her back to my boyfriend’s house where we looked after her. She didnt want to go back to the house, so we called my Aunt and Uncle (who lived around 3 hours away) to see if they’d come and get her. She sent me to the house to get some of her things. My dad kicked me out of the house and said to not come back.
Later that evening, the police had to accompany us to the house to prevent father dearest from getting violent again while we packed some of our things.
I think that night will be scarred in my memory forever. Though not as dramatic as some of their other fights, it was the fight that changed everything.
I lived with my boyfriend in his parent’s house for 2 months. During this time, I discovered he’d been talking to a lot of girls online, fabricating a different life for himself where he was rich and didnt have a girlfriend that he’d proposed to. The things he asked these girls to do and send pictures of… Things involving hairbrushes of all bloody things…
I had already had a pretty big upheaval, so I wanted to try and move on, make it work. Took a lot of convincing on his part though.
But there was no trust anymore. He’d already broken my trust so many times before, with his ‘bestfriend’… Talking to your best friend about how your girl friend is at giving head and telling her that her underwear is sexier than your girl friend’s kinda seems a tad out of line..? Then theres the fact he got lazy and never went to see his best friend anymore, though I never stopped him going. He let her believe that I had stopped them seeing each other, making me the mega-bitch to half his friends who were friends with her.
Anyway. I moved out of Andy’s and into a rented room. We broke up a few weeks after that.
I then got very drunk and slept with MY best friend who I have NEVER had feelings for. Soo not my type. Feel like such a hypocrite though. I think I was lonely, and he was there.. Plus, a bottle of wine and half a bottle of vodka, as well as a few beers kinda found me a little Aristotled.
Mum is doing okay now. She’s made a life for herself in Southampton, living with my sister, her other half and their nearly 2 year old daughter. She’s doing beauty therapy courses like she used to, though dad hated her having something she could make an income from and didnt let her do it. He hated her doing anything independent.
I’m plodding along with my A-levels.. Although in the past few months, just after everything hit me, I fucked up quite badly. I’d drink most nights and be too hungover for college in the mornings. Trying to fix all my mistakes now though.
All of this drama has left me quite pre-occupied from my health. I would like to lose a fair few pounds and be back at the size I used to be (before I got so skinny my parents referred me to a doctor, but after I’d lost the baby fat).
Lets do this <3
