Aftermath – who is the real Villain

Who would’ve thought one little post of positivity could have become such a crazy web of lies, deceit and ultimately exposing a cheater.

My whole world was turned upside down overnight because of this “supposed” sweet gesture.
Yes, I wanted to share a lovely sweet story to the world,(we don’t have enough happy tales in our everyday life at the moment) did I expect it to turn into this, no.

I must say, this has shown me a lot about human nature, and I’m quite devastated at people’s reactions. I’ve been annihilated for sharing a happy experience. Wow.

Was I to know when I received the letter there was others?
Was I to know he had a girlfriend?
Was I to know he is clearly incredibly deranged?

No.

I’m actually no victim here at all, his beautiful (ex) girlfriend – and perhaps others are. This is a man that has mislead many and ultimately has broken people along the way to satisfy his own crazy, selfish needs. He is the villain in this story.

I actually am glad he put this note on my windscreen. Now I am thrilled he has been exposed. Let’s hope this stops his sick games.

I am a romantic at heart. This doesn’t deter me or change my opinions of all men. He was just a very bad egg.

Thankyou to everyone that did read the facts, and my friends and family- you guys are the best x

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Update – the plot thickens about the note leaving Josh 

So everyone’s wanting an update on my windscreen Valentine’s letter.
The plot has thickened…
People, the search for the man of my dreams is not over. Upon messaging this man over the last 48ish hours, his messages have gone from sweet and endearing to a little bit weird and creepy. Although it was an exciting moment, nothing is going to eventuate from this with him. I’m actually concerned of his intentions completely.
Imagine my surprise this morning when I find out Its not as romantic as I first thought. My stomachs butterflies and excitement was wasted on whom I thought was Prince Charming . Jilted, again.

Clearly Josh has a type. He is apparently a serial note leaver.

I think being blonde haired and blue eyed and being at the particular servo I stopped at just meant I fitted his “breathtaking” criteria.
 My story has been sent all over the world at the moment. And it has been brought to my attention that this isn’t the first time Josh has done this.
I am being sent the same note from people (exact). I’m finding it quite amusing that what I thought was such a sweet gesture is actually a regular occurrence for him. So I wasn’t that special to him after all – just one of many. He also even left it for a beautifully pregnant blondie at the same location. (I’m glad he doesn’t discriminate lol)
Thanks for making me smile for a day Josh, although maybe you’ll need a different location to drop off your notes now. Lovely and sweet gesture, but maybe exciting people in this way isn’t the way to go unless you are legitimately looking for someone with my intentions.

I am glad I’ve entertained all my friends though lol 

Keep posted….

My quest continues…

Lessons for my daughter

It was with a heavy heart today that I watched my beautiful baby embark on her first day of high school. As I watched her nervously hold her besties hand into school, I burst into tears. So many emotions controlling my mind, body and heart. I’m so proud of the sassy, amazing young woman she’s become. Proud of how maturely she handles herself in difficult, stressful situations life throws our way, proud of the gorgeous friendship she’s made with another fantastic girl.
I’m left thinking though, have I prepared you enough for this journey of the rest of your life.

You’re going to realise quickly not all humans have the same hearts as others. Some people are just plain nasty. I’ve taught you to avoid toxic energy- but will you see and realise that in a group of your peers.

 I’m hoping I haven’t focused too much on looking for the good in people, that you trust the wrong ones, and gets yourself in trouble. There are so many people in this world that will try to bring you down. Try to bully, manipulate or degrade you – they have the issue not you.

I stress about the day you want me to meet your first boyfriend. Have I taught you what you are worth, how to find a boy that respects you, is a gentleman and empowers you? 

Have I taught you, your opinions are valid. They won’t always be right, but they are worthy of being included, listened to and validated by everyone.

I’m hoping I’ve given you enough strength to make safe decisions, to know that, no matter what situation you find yourself, you always have me on your side. I will always be there to rescue you (perhaps the odd consequence, but I’m here to protect and keep you safe above all) 

Do you know how much I love and respect you? Regardless of the rules, the arguments, the silences, you are my favorite human and my complete world.

Have I taught you to believe in your own thoughts and feelings. Follow your gut, even if it means taking a different path from the crowd. Stand out, be unique and be as proud of you as I am.

Be yourself. Always. You are perfect and you are enough. 

Have you ever?

Have you ever discovered your brother was killed in an accident, whilst driving on the same road? 

Have you ever had to ring every person in your families personal phone book, to deliver the devastating news to everyone of importance, so your parents could avoid reliving the horror over and over again?

Have you ever had to write your brothers name on a cross, place it on the side of the road, and drive past it numerous times a day? 

Have you ever pushed your emotions, your heartbreak, your devastation,down into a deep, dark hole to make sure everyone else was coping instead?

Have you ever had to read a eulogy for someone so young, so close to you, someone that should still be here celebrating life’s every up and down with you? 

Have you ever had to see your parents fall apart at the loss of their son, the immense grief, anger and shock, and wonder if it would’ve been easier on them had it been me instead? 

Have you ever had to pretend that you have it all together. To pretend you are in control, even when you need to fall to pieces, stay in bed and not deal with anyone or anything? 

Have you ever had to explain to your 3 year old toddler, that the uncle she idolised, will never again be there to tease and torment her. Never again make her laugh, give her copious amounts of sour worms, and never see her grow up? 

Have you ever wanted to scream, to punch something, to lose control because it feels like no one hears you, or can understand your pain? 

Have you ever smiled, reassured everyone you’re ok, even though you are completely void of any idea how you will survive this torture.

I have .