It's now coming up to 54 days since I've seen and held my baby boys.
Thus far I'm having the toughest time of my life.
I'm having no communication...only just the other week she closed her bank account so I was unable to deposit any funds for the boys.
The police can't do anything, the social services can't do anything.
She called me mad to her gossiping friend, she may well have a point.
When she left taking our boys I was beside myself with what's best described as grief. ..my daughter and neighbours help pack the toys away in their bedroom just so I could carry on with normal life. ..now I'm getting those same toys back in view. ...I pray over their cots before I sleep...I say good morning to them when I wake. . .I pray over their cots before I leave the house. .I'm finding myself talking to them while in the house.
I only hope the people helping and giving her such bad advice can live with the damage they have done...for sure, you will receive your Judgement.
She's refusing to reply to any of my solicitor's letters. ..she's refusing to accept the boys clothing footwear favourite toys and food. .a day or so after she left I suggested (and I'm still suggesting, although I don't think she's getting my messages) one of her friends come and collect or I cld pay for a taxi to collect. ..nothing doing, it's as if they've fell off the side of the earth.
I'm living a hell.
Stay strong I'm being told. All well meant,I know.
Well, that's the update.
Cheers
Gwaps
