Now we find ourselves nine years later. I have been happily married for almost two years. We had a new addition to our family and things for all intensive purposes couldn’t be better.. ..Or so I thought

So lets discuss the INCIDENT….One night my husband and I told our middle son and youngest to go and brush their teeth. Upon arrival in the bathroom we found our middle son with toothpaste all over him and everywhere else for that matter.  So my husband took a tiny bit off our sons t-shirt and wiped it on his cheek, saying, ‘if you’re going to get it everywhere mate get it all over your face.’ No malice no deliberate intent to harm just done out of pure frustration.

Anyway I digress… So our son touched his face and then started to say it was in his eye. My husband quickly wiped off his t-shirt and put him in the shower and washed it off. Afterwards our son came and watched TV went to bed as normal and was fine when I dropped him at his sports event the following day where his Dad collected him.

Now fast forward again to the end of the week…. Upon arriving home from work I find a card from the Police in my mail box with directions to call Child, Youth and Family Services. Concerned I immediately make the call what happens next totally rocks our world.

 

Lets start with some back ground information….

I have three sons ranging in ages from twelve to three and they all have different dads. Now before you start let me assure you I am not a ‘slapper.’ I have have loved three men in my entire life (35 years now) and I have three wonderful boys to show for it.  My current husband has been in my life for over six years and I couldn’t ask for anyone better. He is my rock and I assure you whilst I am overly emotional he is always the one who with calm reflection stares me down the right path. I couldn’t love him anymore if I tried.

But let us continue…. I met my middle sons father when my eldest was two years old. He was charming and attentive and I thought what more could a girl want.  Let me say the day dream was much better than the reality ladies.

We were introduced through a mutual friend and developed a relationship while living in two different parts of the country and when I became pregnant I made the decision to move up North.
After the rose tainted glasses were removed I started to see that perhaps things were not as good as they seemed. I started to notice little things like his inability to keep his hands to himself, add to that the little snide comments about my appearance  and his eventual withdrawal from me.  At first I thought it was just me I mean I was suffering form post natal depression I was already a little nuts maybe I was imagining it?

I convinced myself that what he needed was a trip to Europe to see his best friend (I am a giver people what can I say). So he left and I stayed home with two little boys. Not long into his trip I received some emails from a ex-partner of his. Within these emails contained correspondence between the two of them. The short explanation was that they missed each other, wanted to be together and raise my son as theirs. To say I was devastated would be a slight understatement.

Needless to say I made the MASSIVE mistake of taking him back on his return and I even (yes this did happen) said I would never speak of it again.  I was officially nuts!!

We soldiered on through our daily lives, planning our wedding.

Three months after the wedding we separated. Turns out skirts are fun to chase and even better when you catch them.

So one marriage over, one house back on the market and all this within three months.  So that is the back ground information. Depressing to write so lets move on….