It's been a long time, hasn't it. After over two years of abuse and harassment, living in constant apprehension, limiting our lives and that of our child because we can't go anywhere we may bump into the gentleman known as Squish-head**, the case is finally going to court: without our prior knowledge or consent. Information received is mainly from a friend of ours who has been called as a witness. Victim support for one partner is non-existent, the other has still not even been acknowledged as a victim despite losing home, job and all self-esteem through the actions of this man. At the moment, I'm sharing my problems with a bottle of port, but soon I hope to be able to elucidate with at least some of my usual wit, and the driest of humour. Chin-chin!
** for those who are not initiated in the wonderful therapy of Squish, check out Kids In The Hall.
a vital tool for anti-capitalists, feminists, and all those who seek to bring to an end the stupidity of those who wield power over others.
Wednesday 25 April 2012
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