Archive for September, 2010

At Last I Made It Through

Posted on 20/09/2010 by admin
The uncertainty of the future
the day that I was told
was like walking down the darkest alley
without a hand to hold

Hopelessness and fear took over
more than not I’d say
thank you for the people
that helped me through each day

I just can’t help but wonder
if he’ll ever see
the injustice that he did to her
and to our family


Just Wanted To Say

Posted on 20/09/2010 by admin
I just wanted to say, in response to this entry, “don’t give up hope”. Taking this through the Family Court is an uphill struggle, but Courts can be persuaded to make an Order for no contact, even if the CPS decide not to prosecute.

My children are 14 and 10 years old now. When my son was 7 he made a clear allegation of abuse against his father, my husband. After a six week wait, the CPS decided not to prosecute. After an 18 month wait, the police found pornography on my husband’s computers and titles which suggested that files may contain sexual images of children , but he had installed special software to cover his tracks and the police did not have the software necessary, resources, time etc to look behind it. So again a decision was made not to prosecute. However, the Family Court Judge ordered that an independent IT expert should examine the computers (at my expense) and carry out ‘keyword searches’. The expert found over 100,000 sites containing images of bestiality, rape, incest, bondage, so called “Lolita” sites and that he belonged to a ‘Club’ sharing this material. (more…)

We need to move away

Posted on 20/09/2010 by admin
My daughters boyfriend thought I knew all along and was happy to accept.

Last December 19th my daughter was having her Christmas night out with her friends from college. She had been staying with her grandpa as it was easier to get to college from his house. At around 5pm my Dad phoned to say she had arrived home safely but was very drunk. Later, maybe 6 or 6.30 she
called me asking for help. My husband and I got in the car and travelled down to my Dad’s house laughing about how we must have brought her up well since she was asking for assistance where we would have been too ashamed to ask for help when we were drunk. She was 18 years old.

When I went in to her bedroom I thought she was sleeping at first and just bent over to check her out then she said ‘Mum, I need to tell you something.’  She was crying, I was frantic, out of my depth, my husband was in the living room with my Dad – oblivious to any of what was to transpire next. (more…)

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