I met my wife nearly 10 years ago. I had a son from a previous relationship and to my surprise she wanted to be with a guy like me. She had a bad life, she lost two brothers and was really into drink and drugs. She was successful and beautiful and I couldn’t believe she wanted to be with an average joe single dad.
The years went by and she drank more and more. We had a son together but her drinking got worse to the point she drank two bottles of wine every day every day. The drugs had stopped (with the exception of the odd concert she went to) she told me she couldn’t be at home as a stay at home mum and wanted me to raise the kids. I was more than happy to go part time. I’m not the smartest man but I have raised two boys who are quite literally top of their class.
As time went on my wife sunk into a dark depression. I dreaded seeing her, she would be drunk and verbally abuse me and my oldest son (her step son) she became cold and distant and belittled and bullied both of us daily. Myself and my oldest son were diagnosed with ADHD and she constantly belittled us infront of friends and family. Her mother and father are also alcoholics who were frequently in our lives. Life hard raising two boys and an emotional unstable wife. Last year she got more drunk than usual (3 bottles of wine) and said she didn’t love my oldest son any more... didn’t even like him. This led to an argument where she attacked me physically. At 3 stone heavier than me I did my beat to restrain her and ran off to her mums house. A coupe of weeks past and it was back to another drunken fight. Again she came at me biting and scratching my face. I again left to stay with my younger brother who lives close. He told me to leave, if not for my sake but for my older sons that he had seen her bully. I found out after I left her my older son had told his mother he was sad coming to my house because of how my wife treated him.
She would always tell me I couldn’t leave her, she made twice what I did and paid the bills. I would be nothing without her. I couldn’t leave. Mid 30s no career or qualifications I couldn’t do it. My older brother said to apologies, play the bad guy If I must but get things back on track and get her into therapy. I listened to him. Now I know I shouldn’t have.
I made a massive effort, flowers every few days, took kids away so she could sleep all day. We even tried for another kid but she couldnt stop drinking and lost it. Then came January. She hit me again for initiating sex. Nearly bit my fingers off and another fight happened. As always I simply tried to restrain her. Leaving in a panic I realised I was trying to walk about two miles in slippers and a T-shirt and went home to get clothes. Upon coming home I found her on the phone to the police. I said I was going to stay till they arrived.
When they did I was arrested for rape. I thought here was a mistake, I said to the arresting officer a mistake had been made because nothing like that happened. 13 hours in a cell with no windows, stripped naked and swabbed etc. I was questioned and released. The next interview I was arrested again for two more counts of rape, she claimed happened in her sleep and one i forced on her.
3 counts of rape.
My life is on a knives edge but as soon as I was away for her I felt there was light at the end of the tunnel. She told social services I was a great dad and asked when our youngest son could go to me. She agreed on a 50/50 split.
When I had both my boys and she was gone life was beautiful. I was so happy. Social services said they didn’t need to be involved and that was that. As soon as social services were gone her solicitor said she only wanted me to see him every other weekend and every Wednesday. I took what I could get. She accused me of being dangerous and I had to be supervised (but strangely only at night time) so I stayed with my mother when I had both kids.
She insisted my work guarantee I would be off on Saturday when I had my youngest son.
They couldn’t and I lost my job.
Covid19 hit and on day one of quarantine she said he couldn’t see me. Day two came and government advice said kids from separated parents could go between houses. Then he “got sick” and couldn’t see me. For 14 days. Time came for me to see him. I couldn’t wait. My wife often worked away but I had never in his 5 years on this earth been away for more than a single day from my boy. She moved in with her mum the day I was supposed to see him. Her mum has COPD and is over 60. As a vulnerable person they are now in isolation. He cannot see me or his brother at all.
I have lost my son for the foreseeable future with courts closed. I have 3 false counts of rape hanging over me.
I know there is light at the end of the tunnel.
If anyone can offer advise I would be very grateful. Going up against a woman much smarter than you prepared to lie and twist things is terrifying.
The years went by and she drank more and more. We had a son together but her drinking got worse to the point she drank two bottles of wine every day every day. The drugs had stopped (with the exception of the odd concert she went to) she told me she couldn’t be at home as a stay at home mum and wanted me to raise the kids. I was more than happy to go part time. I’m not the smartest man but I have raised two boys who are quite literally top of their class.
As time went on my wife sunk into a dark depression. I dreaded seeing her, she would be drunk and verbally abuse me and my oldest son (her step son) she became cold and distant and belittled and bullied both of us daily. Myself and my oldest son were diagnosed with ADHD and she constantly belittled us infront of friends and family. Her mother and father are also alcoholics who were frequently in our lives. Life hard raising two boys and an emotional unstable wife. Last year she got more drunk than usual (3 bottles of wine) and said she didn’t love my oldest son any more... didn’t even like him. This led to an argument where she attacked me physically. At 3 stone heavier than me I did my beat to restrain her and ran off to her mums house. A coupe of weeks past and it was back to another drunken fight. Again she came at me biting and scratching my face. I again left to stay with my younger brother who lives close. He told me to leave, if not for my sake but for my older sons that he had seen her bully. I found out after I left her my older son had told his mother he was sad coming to my house because of how my wife treated him.
She would always tell me I couldn’t leave her, she made twice what I did and paid the bills. I would be nothing without her. I couldn’t leave. Mid 30s no career or qualifications I couldn’t do it. My older brother said to apologies, play the bad guy If I must but get things back on track and get her into therapy. I listened to him. Now I know I shouldn’t have.
I made a massive effort, flowers every few days, took kids away so she could sleep all day. We even tried for another kid but she couldnt stop drinking and lost it. Then came January. She hit me again for initiating sex. Nearly bit my fingers off and another fight happened. As always I simply tried to restrain her. Leaving in a panic I realised I was trying to walk about two miles in slippers and a T-shirt and went home to get clothes. Upon coming home I found her on the phone to the police. I said I was going to stay till they arrived.
When they did I was arrested for rape. I thought here was a mistake, I said to the arresting officer a mistake had been made because nothing like that happened. 13 hours in a cell with no windows, stripped naked and swabbed etc. I was questioned and released. The next interview I was arrested again for two more counts of rape, she claimed happened in her sleep and one i forced on her.
3 counts of rape.
My life is on a knives edge but as soon as I was away for her I felt there was light at the end of the tunnel. She told social services I was a great dad and asked when our youngest son could go to me. She agreed on a 50/50 split.
When I had both my boys and she was gone life was beautiful. I was so happy. Social services said they didn’t need to be involved and that was that. As soon as social services were gone her solicitor said she only wanted me to see him every other weekend and every Wednesday. I took what I could get. She accused me of being dangerous and I had to be supervised (but strangely only at night time) so I stayed with my mother when I had both kids.
She insisted my work guarantee I would be off on Saturday when I had my youngest son.
They couldn’t and I lost my job.
Covid19 hit and on day one of quarantine she said he couldn’t see me. Day two came and government advice said kids from separated parents could go between houses. Then he “got sick” and couldn’t see me. For 14 days. Time came for me to see him. I couldn’t wait. My wife often worked away but I had never in his 5 years on this earth been away for more than a single day from my boy. She moved in with her mum the day I was supposed to see him. Her mum has COPD and is over 60. As a vulnerable person they are now in isolation. He cannot see me or his brother at all.
I have lost my son for the foreseeable future with courts closed. I have 3 false counts of rape hanging over me.
I know there is light at the end of the tunnel.
If anyone can offer advise I would be very grateful. Going up against a woman much smarter than you prepared to lie and twist things is terrifying.
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