Tag: daddy
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My Boyfriend Sold My Body And Made My Children Watch
12 years ago I was a single mum to my little boy Callum I was living in a dingy bed sit and was struggling to cope.
One day just before Christmas I took a taxi to Toys r us to get my baby a few gifts I couldn’t afford much but I was adamant my boy would not spend his first Christmas without anything.
I bought him a ball that span and a musical rattle, the taxi driver on the way home was so friendly and chatty we hit it off straight away.
His name was Craig and I stupidly invited him in for a coffee but it just seemed so right, he ended up not leaving, 3 months into the relationship I moved into his house and quickly fell pregnant.
Once our daughter was born he changed he became obsessed with money, he wouldn’t even give me any for nappies.
One night when my daughter was 6 weeks old Craig brought home 2 friends with him, he forced me to have sex with them whilst he sat in a chair with a huge smirk on his face.
Once the men had left he gave me £20 for nappies and wipes and he kept what he called the daddy fund he had sold me for £50 each turn.
I was a mum and my babies needed to be fed and clothed, Craig made me work for my money, he took great pride knowing he had full control of me.
By the time my son was 4 and daughter nearly 3 I was sleeping with men most nights it had become the norm.
Craig came home just before my daughters 3rd birthday with 4 men and rope, Craig tied me up in a star fish position he then brought my babies out of their room and made them watch mummy be raped.
Craig had the biggest grin on his face and I could see he was aroused, my children kept trying to get to me and were crying and calling my name but Craig held them em to watch.
Once the men had finished with me Craig took his turn, my children hugged me as I was being raped for the 5th time that night.
Craig then untied me and went off for the late shift at work, I sat on the sofa covered in their semen, my blood and my children’s tears.
I had a shower and then packed my childrens stuff and fled into the dark night, with only £50 then Craig had chucked at me before he left and no idea of where to go, I walked around my town in the hope of some salvation and prayed that Craig wouldn’t drive passed us.
I thought to myself maybe I should take mine and my children’s lives I began giving this a lot more thought, I started to walk towards the bridge holding my children’s hands tightly I got closer and closer.
Someone must have been watching over us as a street pastor approached us and asked if I was ok, I hadn’t realised I had blood running down my leg.
My son looked at the pastor and said “Craig and the bad men hurt my mummy”.
The street pastor called the police, after giving my statement the police found me a woman’s refugee I felt safe for the first time in years.
It’s been a hard long road but I’m finally safe and happy, I am single and plan on staying so, my children spent years not wanting to leave my side and sleepless nights crying, but now they are the most kind caring and brave teenagers.
If you are in a violent or controlling relationship there is help out there, I stayed for my children but now I realise me staying did them so much more harm
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You Ain’t No Dad To My Kids, You’re Not Even A Man
You think you’re a dad aye? You may have a child whom calls you daddy and runs up to you when you arrive home from a long day at work but you did not make that child, You Ain’t No Dad To My Kids, You’re Not Even A Man .
Your child is here with me, remember me I was the one you swore to love forever, remember me I was the one who gave birth to your beautiful son.
Do you remember your son he’s the one who looked up to you and loved you unconditionally. He still misses you but I guess he’s just a distant memory to you.
Two long years have passed since you last saw him, two long years since you supported him in any way.
You choose another woman over me, which hurt me I’ll admit, but what did OUR child do?
No one has stopped you seeing your own flesh and blood but your too busy playing daddy to another mans son.
I don’t want you back, I don’t need your money, but your baby boy, your splitting image wants his daddy in his life.
You can’t just push a child to one side when a new relationship comes along.
You remember that saying, a dog is not just for Christmas well it goes for children too, a child is not just for the length of the relationship.
Wake up woman if your man drops his kids by choice he is no man at all.
There are some wonderful caring brilliant fathers out there who take their role as daddy seriously, there are dads out there who would sell their soul to be able to see their child but a bitter ex makes that impossible, there are fathers raising children alone, you sir are a real man and the world wishes there were more like you.
Related article:http://mums-advice-old-copy.local/im-not-even-sorry-you-miss-your-child/
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Stop Asking For The Daddy Stitch After Birth
A week before I gave birth to my first baby, my mother told me her story. After she gave birth to me, her doctor had joked with my father about “putting in an extra stitch” for him while sewing her up.
She had just delivered vaginally, and she knew the joke meant one thing: a tighter fit for sex after the healing process. My mother was appalled and embarrassed. “I couldn’t believe your father let the doctor say that in front of me,” she said. Sadly, my mother isn’t the only woman who’s told me she’s heard this joke. The “extra stitch for daddy,” or “daddy stitch,” joke is awful, and we need to stop making it.
Stop Asking For The Daddy Stitch After Birth
There is always truth in comedy, and I’m sorry to say that the “daddy stitch” is not an urban legend. It’s commonly called “the husband stitch” and was originally conceptualized in the 1950s as a way to “tighten things up” after repairing episiotomies, which were routine back then. Dr. Robert Barbieri, chair of obstetrics and gynaecology at Brigham and Women’s Hospital in Boston, told the Huffington Post, “What they thought is that if they did a routine episiotomy, they’d have a chance to repair it and that during the repair, they could actually create a better perineum than if they hadn’t done it. The idea [was] that we could ‘tighten things up.’”
Were you told this “joke”, would your husband or partner say something?
The last thing you want to hear after giving birth is a joke about making your vagina tighter, the stitch actually makes i harder more painful for the woman, so te woman is less likely to want to have sex with her partner anyway.
Pelvic floor exercises should help to put things back to how they were without causing unnecessary pain.
So doctors and partners listen up, stop being so damn crude and support the woman so Stop Asking For The Daddy Stitch After Birth .
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A Day In The Life Of A Lazy Father
Dear Diary,
Last night was difficult – the baby woke up crying for a bottle and briefly woke me up too.
I woke my partner and then pretended to be asleep, so she’d have to deal with her. I fell back to sleep within seconds, but I’m so knackered.I’m sure she’s fine, she’s used to having no sleep.
This morning, I jumped out of bed, made myself some breakfast, I enjoyed a nice, hot coffee before having a relaxing poo, followed by jumping in to a hot shower on my own.
I didn’t make her anything for breakfast, though – she’s used to doing everything on her own; she doesn’t need my help.
I put my clean boxers and socks on, my freshly ironed work clothes and it was only 07:40 – I leave at 08:00.
So, with all this spare time I had before leaving for work, I sat scrolling through my phone and watched her feed the baby whilst listening to her complain that she misses having a hot drink and something to eat without stopping every five minutes.Probably hormones. She’s always moody.
Well, with 20 minutes spare and nothing to do, I left early for work so I didn’t get stuck in shitty traffic; she had loads of housework to do anyway, better not get in the way of that.
I would help do a little bit, but I’d rather listen to the radio and have some quiet time before work.Work is so stressful.
Five days out of seven, I have to spend time with adults and socialise a bit. I get two fifteen minute tea breaks and an hour’s lunch – completely alone.
On the plus side, I get a career and I know I’ll always be financially stable, so that’s a perk I guess.
My lunch was actually quite enjoyable – she packed my favourite snacks and made me a sandwich with my favourite filling!
With an hour spare, I had plenty of time to reflect on my thoughts and actually, plan a night out with the lads.I deserve it, I think. I only get two whole days and every evening to myself a week.
She won’t have plans anyway, she has a baby to look after.
Actually, I had a message from her on my break to tell me what was for dinner when I got home, that our baby had rolled over for the first time, that she loves me so much and and can’t wait for me to come home and spend the weekend with them as a family.She’s so needy, I only left a few hours ago.
I don’t think she’ll be happy when I tell her I’m going out with the lads at the weekend, but it’s tough. I earn the wage and put a roof over her head, I’m allowed.
She has no friends anyway, they seem to have ditched her since having our baby.
I drove home from work after a tough day typing emails and speaking to clients, I could smell dinner as I pulled up, but was shocked to see her when I walked through the door.
She was still in the same clothes as she was this morning, she’d had no wash, there was more washing piled up and now she’s asking me to take the baby aswell.I told her that I couldn’t and I wanted to sort myself out after work.
God, can I just have a minute to myself, please?
I took another hot shower and put my clean clothes on, sat down and complained at how hard my day’s been.
I’m allowed to complain, right? She doesn’t work, so she doesn’t know how it feels.
Out of nowhere, she burst in to tears and asked why I didn’t reply to her message at lunchtime; she asked if I still loved her and why I don’t help her out with our baby.
I ignored her, had my dinner and decided to nip out for a drive to get some space, I needed to vent to somebody.
Plus, the baby started crying again and needed rocking to sleep – I thought I had better leave her to it.
I came back a bit later and the baby was asleep.Peace and quiet, finally.
She was in a bad mood when I got in, so I just went straight to bed – I have work tomorrow and I need a decent night’s sleep.
Having a baby is hard work.
Goodnight.
