From A very early age as a child I was past from pillow to post never knowing which house was my real home. Sunday evening till Wednesday afternoon I would stop at my mothers, Wednesday night till Thursdays morning at my dads, Thursday night back to my mothers and Friday and Saturday nights at my grandparents house, not forgetting every other Saturday night would be a my dad’s. I never wanted my children to experience this ever.
At the young age of only 14 I fell pregnant with my 1st son, I told my mother when I only had 10 weeks left, just 7 days after my 15th birthday he arrived in this world at 9.00pm weighing 7lb 1oz and perfect! I meet my other half on the 27th of October 2007 on the 2nd of November after only a few weeks of us being together I fell pregnant with baby number 2 while taking the pill. This was a much unexpected pregnancy no one was happy, I was barely even 16. I was offered £500 and a holiday to have abortion by family members, I was made to book all the appointments and go to all of them BUT no I was going to have this baby (jack William peter wood was born on the 21/08/08 at 5.34am weighing 8lb 15 1/2oz & perfect).
A while after finding out I was pregnant again a letter was delivered to my partner’s home address where I was staying at the time. I signed for it and open it. From what I thought was just wonderful soon come crashing down, my own mother was taking me to count for my own child I couldn’t get my head around it all, why, why would she do this?? It all came down to money!! She has always been money driven and it always comes off other people. She was already claiming everything she could for 3 children (me, my twin sister & my son). But it was all about to stop, I was moving out! To the counts she made me out to be the worse mother ever and they couldn’t see through the lies. In the end it come to a dissection, he would stay with my mother in the week Monday till Friday afternoon, and come to me at the weekends.
Till this day this hasn’t happened my mother will not hand him over, he’s pasted from pillow to post just like I was when I was a child. My Mother is now working a full time job for the first time in 16 years. If he’s not with my grandparents he’s in nursery, which too this day I have always paid for both my children. I am mommy, he knows my other little one is his brother and my other half is my other half and not his daddy. I see him nearly every day of the week when I can but it’s hard as I still have to be a full time mommy to my other little boy. I am nearly 20 years old and despite all this I have created a lovely home, I am fully qualified in hairdressing and level 2 beauty, I run my own hairdressing business from home but there’s one thing missing, and it breaks my heart to not have him here. September is just around the corner and my little boy will be starting school I am so proud of him in everything he does. Nearly 3 years I have been frightening and trying to keep the peace. One day it will all end and my little boy will be home. I WILL NEVER GIVE UP!!
Not all our mothers are perfect but I will never, ever forgive her for what she’s done and how much heartache she has caused.
This post is an anonymous guest post
- Older children attending labor and birth – what do you think (therealsupermumblog.com)
- Never judge a book by its cover (therealsupermumblog.com)
- Kissing your stresses away while pregnant can have a positive effect on the baby (therealsupermumblog.com)
- Why I refuse to become like my mum: Guest Post (therealsupermumblog.com)