One year later

One year ago today, the 03/08/2018 I started this blog in secret because my depression was rapidly worsening and my at the time partner/fiancé had just locked me out completely. I wasn't allowed to post on Facebook because I was putting my entire life online. A lot has changed since. So far as I can … Continue reading One year later

Myra

Myra was the first person I met upon moving into the shared house. She came out to open the gate while I was waiting for Mrs Leroy to arrive. She invited me in and let me sit in the communal area. At first, Myra was incredibly friendly. She was between the ages of 25 and … Continue reading Myra

First blame

I had an English friend who also lived in the suburbs between my town and Paris. He's probably in his 50s, his wife is somewhere in her 30s. They're mostly nice by he strikes me as somewhat shallow. When I was attacked I thought I could talk to him. I half hoped that because he … Continue reading First blame

What do I want to achieve?

Yesterday the psychologist I saw asked me what I wanted to achieve by pressing charges and what I wanted the justice system to do. I hadn't really thought about this as such because I am sadly not expecting the justice system to do anything. It has been over two years and the only evidence is … Continue reading What do I want to achieve?

Psychology

No title, my own work. Mixed media, oil pastels, dry pastels and water-colour pencils on sketch paper. Today was another hard day, I saw a psychologist for part of the police report. The hospital is a short walk from where I live so under dark grey clouds swollen with rain the boyfriend and I walked … Continue reading Psychology

Patreon support

The support I have had since starting this blog is so much more than I ever expected, in about six weeks I have had over 1000 visitors. Over 150 followers. Over 200 likes. I was never expecting this. To celebrate how well this is going I have opened a Patreon page here. There are three … Continue reading Patreon support

The tumble drier

Nobody ever thinks a tumble drier or a washing machine can be a source of bullying or abuse. In the shared house the kitchen and dining room downstairs was much larger and housed the two front-loading washing machines, a tumble dryer and the clothes horse. One washing machine was much older and very basic, the … Continue reading The tumble drier

How the homeowner reacted to the rape

Mrs Leroy didn't hear about the attack from me. She heard about it in the middle of March from Myra who I still think of as her pet. Myra didn't ask me if she could tell Mrs Leroy, didn't communicate it beforehand or anything. I just got a text from Myra one day after I … Continue reading How the homeowner reacted to the rape

How it began – an introduction to my life in France

I came to France in 2012 when I was 20, I was considered to be an economic migrant. I thought my work chances would be better here that they were in the United Kingdom and although life was hard I can say it was much more rewarding. I didn’t really do much remarkable, in France … Continue reading How it began – an introduction to my life in France