The cracks will show

Chapter 5 This ain't over

As stated in the last chapter...

As time went on, i gave up on myself, missing my kids, heartbroken, and completely destroyed. I neglected myself, my health deteriorating badly, yet my mental state remained stable how I would never know.

I went through so much over the years, yet I remained strong and hopeful. The time came when my health was so bad that it was time for me to seek medical health. My husband accompanied me through thick and thin and made sure I attended every doctors appointment given.

He even tried to help me get my children home. With no criminal history, record, drug misuse, or anything I thought, it would be enough. But he was black and him his self stated that was a problem.

And it turned out it was the local authority, and courts wouldn't even communicate with him. Clear evidence that race and colour matter's.

Anyway, putting that aside to deal with my bad health issues, I had blood tests after blood tests, including bowel cancer and smear test. My blood test came back as a lack of iron and vitamin k, as well as a high level of c- proactive protein.

I had 3 bowel cancer tests all positive, and the smear confirmed I had the hpv virus and cin3 linked to cervical cancer. Right away, I was referred for treatment such as colorecral surgery.

And loop diathermy, my heart sunk to scared to live yet to scared to die. I was extremely poorly 😢 Not knowing what was coming next, I was always asking myself why me.

As the days went on, I lost my half of my hair lacked in self-confidence. Becoming more and more poorly, yet I continued to fight for justice. After all, I wasn't the only one suffering my children were to.

The constant thinking day after day on where my children were, if they were happy and healthy, was slowly eating away at my already fragile body. The fear of another day not knowing was crippling but there was nothing I could do.

The local authority did so much damage with no evidence to prove their words. I was lost in a constant head spin, not knowing what's next. I'm still fighting the courts and continuing treatment, never knowing when it's going to end.

I know how it feels to lose everything, and still, I keep bouncing back. I once made my children a promise that i would never give up no matter what and where I end up.

I've been through 6 years of pure torture, and hell, yet I'm still standing collecting evidence along the way to prove my innocence.

The cracks slowly show of a battle I won't end yet, never started. Innocent lives ruined by a local authority paid to take children to meet targets and financial gain.

The world will realise on day as time goes on and by the cracks will continue to show. And with each c***k, I'll be waiting with my evidence in hand and a voice so silent yet loud.

After all, things can only get better right. It's now 2024. I'm still happily married, having contact with 4 out of 6 children. The 2 I don't see and miss dearly have been adopted by a lesbian couple.

Although I have nothing against same s*x relationships, I often wonder what confusion my children face in a world so judged. Why do 2 stranger's 2 women seem better than a married, stable biological mother with siblings.

Never underestimate how far a local authority will go and the things they will do to have their wicked way. I know that one day, my story will be heard that my evidence will be seen, yet it will still be all too late.

lost time, lost love, and a lot of heartache will never be what it once was. The system will continue to be corrupt and will never change in this lifetime. where there is money to be made off the most poor and vulnerable, it will continue.

They say everything happens for a reason. I don't believe this not every thing is for a reason it's just the greed of others and how far they will go for it. So many lives ruined so many children taken and for what to end up with no sense of belonging.

taken from the ones they love the normal family life they once and could have had. Even the government cash in on such misery money makes the best people evil.

If we can't trust the ones who are paid to be trusted, then who do we trust? Where do we turn and who will change the growing empire of corruption. The questions are endless yet will never be answered, just silence.