It all started when…

All about me

I’m Jolene, 31, married, 2.4 children, all very boring really.

My Family

Husband, boy, girl, dog, cat

How we got here

Isn’t that a bit obvious?  If you don’t know that you shouldn’t really be reading websites with words such as shit and fuck in them.

No seriously…this is theraputic for me

I met my husband in University, shortly after freshers week.  He was handsome and I was, well, attracted to him.  We lived in each others pockets (more or less) for the next 4 years.  Sometimes we even got out of bed, well we had to eat something!  Having nowhere to stay after our cheap student accomodation was taken from us we decided to buy a house together, he proposed and two years later we got married.

Two years after that we had a baby boy…well he watched while I had a baby boy but you get the meaning.  He’s a pain in the arse at times but we love him all the same.  It’s just his age really and he’ll grow out of it I’m sure and sometimes he even tells us he loves us…”all the way to the moon and back”

The fun started when my husband decided he’d rather stay at home to look after our son who was being treated in what can only be described as an almost abusive manner by the day care nursery we had sent him to.  Our next door neighbours were complete and utter arseholes and we hate them and hope they burn in hell…slowly!  My husband, who was home all day listening to these idiots, struggled to keep his cool and we finally lost the one strand of reserve we had and all hell broke loose.

It’s painful really and the scars have been slow to heal…as a measure of how bad these people actually were, consider how you might feel to be driven out of your home with a THREE DAY old baby, or to be hurled abuse at TWO DAYS before giving birth, or perhaps to be wakened in the dead of the night by someone telling their son (as loud as possible) what an ARSEHOLE OF A SON he is (he was I believe about 15 at the time).  Yep, it was bad.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot…I had another baby…in the front seat of the car (well, doesn’t everybody!)…in the street for all to see.  This time her dad was involved…he had to be really or she’d have bumped her head on the not so clean footwell.  Her brother joined in the fun too…a real original family occassion.  He seems ok and not too scarred by watching his mother scream blue murder while producing a baby from between her legs….urgh, too much information right?  She’s far too cute for her own good and we love her to bits too…she talks too much though.

Looking to escape the evil neighbours we bought a house on the side of a mountain.  Nothing else would have done…there was no other house far enough away from these pricks that was close enough to my work.  No other house where we could bring up our children in peace and quiet and not have to worry about the string of foul language that our kids might come out with one day, thinking it was somehow normal to beat your wife and kids, threaten your neighbours, and swear day and night at the top of your voice.

Like everything in life we had to make a compromise for our dream house and ours was that it’s falling down…proper falling down.  It’s freezing cold to the point where we fear for our children’s lives…we pray every night during the winter that they will emerge from their cryogenic state in one piece…they’re ok so far.

We can’t get a builder for love or money…lots of it might I add…and since moving in I’ve had a car accident and broken my ankle…jinxed or what!

Despite all of these things, I’m deleriously happy…perhaps that’s the drugs…and looking forward to the day when I can finally put up some wallpaper and call our house a proper home and invite people round for tea and stuff!