A new chapter

Wednesday- 3 weeks since the incident.

He only went and pleaded not fucking guilty didn't he. Not. Fucking. Guilty.

Words can't express the fewwwwmage that I have experienced these last few days, however in a way this is just what I needed to show me in fuck technicolor what an arrogant cocky twat this prick actually is.

What fairy story is he possibly going to come up with in court?

I spent Friday pacing around the house and then invited my friends over to drink copious amounts of wine and discuss at length what an absolute gobshite we are dealing with here. Decided I'm going to get #justiceforsinglegal wrist bands made. Colour co-ordinate all of my supporters in the court. Maybe release some fucking balloons outside. Fuck this cunt. Fuck him and fuck anyone that's got the remotest sympathy for him.

Police reckon this is a tactic used by gobshites in the hope I won't turn up in court to give evidence or I will drop the charges. Am I fuck dropping the charges. I'm going to have my day in court and finish this little power ranger off. In my drunken rage I screenshotted the messages I had off his ex telling me he beat her up when she was 6 months pregnant and sent it to him. Oops sorry was that a can opening and worms flying everywhere? Said to him you have been knocking women around for years just because no one has reported you in the past doesn't mean you are getting away with it.

Shouldn't have done it really but it just felt so good.

Spent the weekend in my pyjamas watching Scandal on sky box sets (god send) and being hysterical. Noticed he has become friends with his ex girlfriend (not the one he battered) and also another girl he used to shag who looks like she was born in a fucking fire. Seriously, think a Halloween witch crossed with an Afghan hound. So he is literally reaching out to anything with a fanny now. Love me love me give me validation. Fuck off and die you wanker.

On Monday I made an executive decision to rejoin the gym. Physical exercise releases endorphins plus it's wall to wall cock in there so it seemed like a step forward.

And today I made the big decision to ask the police to enforce the restraining order as part of the sentencing. So that's it now he will never be able to contact me ever again. I'm a little sad about this however I'm fed up of following my heart, my heart is a wanker. So it has been put on mute and iv decided to listen to my head instead. So he and his family have been blocked on facebook and so all that is left to do is get through court on 23rd September and have his belongings removed from my house.

Went to see the psychic last night and fuck me it was unreal. Was very sceptical but from the outset she was amazing. Told me my nan was there and she could see a relationship has ended in a terrible way. Asked me if I was getting divorced and when I said no she said well I can see this ending in a court with solicitors? She said she could sense violence and abuse and other stuff she knew my mate had chicken pox even though she had just literally text me to tell me that as I was walking up the path. And that I had bought myself a bunch of flowers and that I had rejoined the gym and literally just loads of mad stuff. It has made me feel so much more positive she was telling me that my nan was fuming and to stay strong and she knew about a dream I had had when I was 16 it was just unbelievable. She also told me that I just need to get through September and then amazing things are going to happen to me. And before I went in all she had was my first name. So believe what you want but this woman has given me the strength to see a future for myself and has given me so much comfort. I went out for lunch with my mum today and I can feel myself slowly returning back. Phoenix from the ashes. Fuck yeah #fistpump

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