How am I supposed to live without you? I knew today was coming, I knew I would not be OK.
I’m praying that I’m just not someone you used to know.
Almost every second day I hear from yet another alienated parent, we feel each other’s pain as only the alienated can.
We band together worldwide yes it happens everywhere and it doesn’t discriminate, Mum or dad, makes me wonder if there are enough of us in this country for ya all to march into Parliament House in protest, you see the senators we voted for who promised to make a stand have failed, failed us and failed our children.
Below is a message I received today and right when I needed it, Dawn your timing was heaven sent.
2 months before she was due I went in for an ultrasound, something was wrong I could tell just by looking at the persons face doing the ultrasound, two more people entered the room there was silence. I was then told that my baby had to be delivered urgently or They may loose the baby or worse both of us. They explained that the placenta had leaked outside of the womb via scar tissue from 2 previous caesarean births, and it was invading my organs bladder, kidneys, liver.
The medical terminology is PLACENTA ECRETA rarely seen in Modern countries, more cases reported in 3rd world.
We had just moved to Melbourne and I was at Monash Hospital, word had got out about my case and We are both alive today because the best surgeons, Professors put there hand up to deliver my baby. Surgery went for about 8 hours, I was under general anesthesia the actual delivery of my beautiful baby girl took around 45 minutes, but I had complications, I bled out and Doctors told my dad I was a fighter cause we nearly lost her. I had to have a hysterectomy, stints inserted, 3 blood transfusions. And as in intensive care for some time. She was little, and she always called me Mumma.
11 years later the narcissistic bastard rips her from me and I wish I had of died that day, just like I wish everyday since she’s been gone.
When it happens your numb, confused, in a state of panic. And for me I literally fell to pieces, like the song by Robbie Williams “COME UNDONE”
I didn’t know how to contact them, find them and with no court orders the law wasn’t on my side.
The phone call came from my daughter then aged 11. “Don’t pick us up from school tomorrow, we don’t want you Picking us up again we don’t want to see you anymore” The line went dead. Mobile phone numbers were changed.
I spiralled down a road of self destruction and can honestly say that I wanted to die. My family were of no support, my dad had just passed away, more grief I had to deal with, my dad was my rock and we were very close needless to say I then completely broke down.
I never suffered from mental illness I was always employed at the time I was a purchasing manager, now I suffer diagnosed Complex PTSD & Borderline Schizophrenia. The Alienator inflicted this on me, and I’m told I cannot make him accountable, no recourse, I now live by myself and my cat, social anxiety also lives here sadly I have gone from a family with my 3 children to having a very lonely existence. Now if he had of kicked the crap out of me, stabbed me or the likes the law would of protected me. This epidemic is out of control and the courts, the legal system is failing us. I want to know why I can’t make him be accountable for mentally ruining me?
When the divorce papers were done I wrote in detail in the space provided on the form about the kids being denied contact with me and by this stage I didn’t know the day of the week I was loosing the ability to function mentally. The papers came back and REGISTRAR WALSH OF PARRAMATTA FAMILY COURT WRITES AND I QUOTE. “THERE ARE CIRCUMSTANCES BY REASON OF WHICH THE DIVORCE SHOULD TAKE EFFECT EVEN THOUGH THE COURT IS NOT SATISFIED THAT PROPER ARRANGEMENTS IN ALL THE CIRCUMSTANCES HAS BEEN MADE FOR THE CARE,WELFARE AND DEVELOPMENT OF THECHILD/CHILDREN.”
The court knew it was wrong they had a duty of care to my children. They admit it will FUCK them up ie Development..And the court allows it.
The fucking court the legal system says it’s ok.
It’s not OK … I never ever laid a hand on my kids, I was a good mum, I made baby powder bunny feet to show the Easter Bunny was really there.
I got up at 4am when Santa had been but the bastard made 3 excited little faces go back to bed till he was ready.