Day 160…

Wednesday 7th February 2018Unfortunately I was woken up by Adam's alarm a few times this morning, unsurprisingly Adam couldn't hear it. I mean he is deaf at the best of times, but his ears are blocked at the minute making them far worse than normal. Thankfully I managed to go back to sleep only to…

Day 150…

Sunday 28th January 2018... Happy 3rd Birthday to my cheeky little chappy Joseph David Treays. I cannot believe how fast these three years have gone. It feels like yesterday that I got the phone call to say you had been born; crying in the middle of Uni on Ashleigh's shoulder from pride and happiness. I…

Day 146…

Okay so, I may have spoken too soon on the whole 'I'm up to date on my blogs' situation. As I fell asleep last night before completing yesterdays entry, but I am more up to date than I have been over the past month; so that's a small achievement in itself. I was woken up…

Day 67…

Monday morning... lets hope today is better than yesterday. Norman was still controlling me so I knew from that it wasn't going to be the greatest of days in myself anyway. Woke up to the lovely sound of Joseph playing away. Came through to the front room to be greeted by a smiley but snotty…

Day 61…

Happy Halloween Witches! 🎃🤡💀👻👽☠👿🤠🤖 I have a new second cousin (this means my cousins child). At 2.17am this morning Baby NoName was born weighing 7lbs 11oz, measuring at 58cm in length. Congratulations to Kelly and Robert Deane proud parents and of course congratulations to our little Izzy; you are now a big sister! Wooohoo Halloween…

Day 13…

I woke up this morning with sore joints which is a shame as I slept quite well considering my "normal" sleeping pattern. Also woke up still tired so getting up wasn't overly easy. Anyhoo I got up, dressed and drew that black line on my eyes again before going down for breakfast. A traditional english…

Brief blog on distance…

Distance is a killer, it really is😞. Being in a long distance relationship has both good and bad points. The good being you (well I personally) get butterflies every time I see him, I still get nervous and feel sick on my way to meet him, I still smile like an idiot when his name…

I am a teen mum.

bethviolet

I was 14 years old, going to gigs every weekend and getting drunk, not listening in school, spending my time hanging round the streets. I’d never really had a proper relationship before, only the little kid relationships that last about a month. I didn’t know anything about life or what being an adult entailed. I was just living life as it came and enjoying myself. I was so naive and so immature.

It was a very cold Halloween night in 2012 and as usual, instead of going out and spending Halloween with my family I went to a gig with my two best friends. I met some people who asked if I wanted to be in their band as I’m a drummer. I immediately said yes and got told to add the guitarist on Facebook as he had made the band. We got talking and I thought he was amazing…

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Being in an emotionally abusive relationship

bethviolet

You don’t often hear about emotional abuse, you usually hear more about physical abuse or ‘domestic violence’ as its more commonly known. Headlines often hit the news about people that have been a victim of domestic abuse and have either been severely hurt or even killed because of this.  I agree that things like this should hit the headlines however, it leaves the people suffering emotional abuse wondering why it’s not as much of a deal.

If you have read my previous blog about being a teen mum, you’ll already know that i was in an emotionally abusive relationship with my daughters father.  At the time i was only 14/15 and he was 16/17.  This just goes to show that you can be in any circumstance and still face abuse.  You might see a very seemingly happy elderly couple walking down the street who themselves are in an abusive relationship…

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So I guess the sayings true…

Home is where you feel most comfortable, most happy, most relaxed, and not afraid to be anything but yourself; in all your forms. Somebody asked me where my home was... In that moment all I could think about was you. Being in your arms, rolling around the sheets, play fighting, our lips meeting, us walking hand…