Monday, 29 April 2013

What doesn't kill me makes me stronger


It's been a difficult couple of days.  Difficult being a euphemism for bloody awful.

Up until quite recently I would have been able to tell you what was going on, and you would (as you always did) offer support and advice.  We could have discussed the details and decided on the best way forward, or alternatively you would read and understand that I just needed an outlet. Somewhere to vent, to rage and shout about how angry I was and in all honesty it was the main reason I set this blog up - I needed support, and I always got it from you in bucket loads.

But last year I told you my fears of losing the anonymity I'd enjoyed on this blog, and so it has turned out to be the case. A few weeks ago Tall Daughter went to visit her paternal grandparents only to find them logged onto notSupermum on their pc. Somehow, somewhere along the grapevine they have been told about it and it doesn't take a genius to figure out who else will also know by now.

So instead all I can say is that we are hurting. We're caught up in a difficult and unpleasant situation that I appear to have little or no control over. We've cried, we've lost hours of sleep through worry and today we're bone tired. Physically and mentally tired.

I did consider taking some legal advice but the new Legal Aid guidelines introduced this month seem to have put paid to that.

I'm not even sure why I'm writing this, only to say that sometimes what you see on the outside of a situation is not what's happening in reality. We put on a brave face because that's what you do, and if we told everyone some of the things that happen it would sound like exaggeration.

It's at times like this I want to pack up and move to another part of the world. If only.