The cracks will show

chapter 4 the contestment

30th March 2021 was the start of a 4 day contested hearing within the Family Court. I knew at this point due to the corruption of the local authority and court I was losing.

All those in attendance looking as smug as ever with payday looming and their pockets laughing. The evil ex was there looking on like an innocent fairy while local authority decided on which lie they were going to tell first. On giving there evidence, it was like a story of make-believe nothing was true.

The courtroom silence in vain the judge judging before anyone spoke. The local authority were seeking adoption for my 2 little boys, and I knew no matter what was true or false, they were determined to get it. After all, for each family, broken is a paycheck to them, no care in the world of the effects on both me and my children.

The local authority started first telling more stories than Walt Disney had ever made. Then the ex spoke, and the innocent act began despite what he had done to me and my children. The judge observed him like a lost deer in headlights.

Local authority even went as far as apologising to the ex for serving prison time. Yet the judge cold as an ice queen sat and did nothing. The true face of the evil courts was finally seen. It was finally my turn to give evidence and voice my concerns. Yet it was all in vain that they made their minds up before I even stepped in the court.

Again, back to me being a small fish in a big pond full of sharks. During the hearing, the evil social worker even went as far as sending me £500 from the local authority’s finance department stating the money was to carpet my home to get my children back. The evil women knew they were never coming home it was another trick. I reported the matter and guess what still nothing it was like I was a ghost being drained of my last ghostly life.

At the end of the 4 days contested hearing, I had lost with the local authority picking my kids up right after like my kids were some sort of sale from a cattle market. I had no support. I walked around crying, falling to my knees, endlessly knowing I couldn't just leave it as that.

Of course, I set out to appeal the cold judges' decision. After all, I had mountains of evidence regardless. little did I know and was about to find every court no matter where every judge, no matter who, was as wicked as the last. But I remained determined. After all, I had nothing now to lose as I had already lost, but I wasn't given up on such a corrupt system. Someone somewhere would listen and see my evidence, surely.

On the day of filling my appeal paperwork with the court, the local authority notified the court and judge that there was inaccurate information within the placement order and application. This would delay my appeal for nearly a year. By then, the local authority had messed with my contact with my children and caused much suffering.

I was on the verge of suicide. After all, I had lost everything, and knowing how corrupt each and every professional was, I knew I wasn't going to get much further on exposing the truth. October 2021, I had my 6th child at just 23 hrs old in stormed the local authority and removed him from my care.

And yeah, I know you're reading this thinking, why have more children if I couldn't keep them. I can answer that you see all I longed for and was good at was being a mother. Once I was stripped of that, I was more desperate to hold on to any child that I could. My broken heart is destined to be fixed, but corruption had other ideas.

You always read how local authorities don't take children for nothing, yet my evidence proves otherwise. From 2018 till this very day, I'm tortured by what everyone believes is social workers doing their care of duty. All the stories of corruption I can prove are true, yet I get silence with more lies, more torture tactics. I've gone through many appeals , courts, judges, and hardships, and no matter what, I'm hitting the same brick wall.

There's simply no end to the damage local authority can and will do to hit their ever growing targets. After I had my sixth child and lost him, I was hell-bent on evidencing truth and exposing such a torturing system, so hell bent, I lost myself. I lost so much weight. I looked like a drug user. My mind was set on getting my children back at all costs no matter the cost.

As the saying goes, it either kills you or makes you stronger. I wasn't willing to let this go, and when I saw in the local press that the very local authority who did so much damage was rated inadequate by ofsted 4 years running. I knew then in that very moment I wasn't the local authoritys only victim.

In fact, there were too many to even mention that there was post all over social media about how bad this local authority was. Unfortunately their highly backed up by the courts. I long for these courts to be investigated and reformed. Judging by how long this has gone on, it's going to be a very, very long time till this happens.

As 2022 hit, I was longing for a sense of belonging. Then, in December 2022, I met the love of my life, a Jamaican gentle man. Who works hard owns his own house, cars, and business.

we fell deep in love that just after a little time, I moved in with him 300 miles away from the corruption of the local authority. I gave up the 3 bedroom council house. I no longer considered my home but a house full of bad memories and pain.

I told him everything about my children, the story of my life. He never judged he just listened. I cried endlessly while speaking word for word. showing him the evidence. And I'll be honest before him. I went through and for the wrong bad boy type men.

But this time, I was shocked at how I got such a good, loving man. This was the start of a life I wish I had when my children were with me. Now don't get me wrong, I'm no saint. I made many mistakes as a mother, but none that would be any sort of reason to lose my children.

In 2023, I married the man of my dreams in a lavish wedding ceremony filled with many guest love and laughter. Yet my day was missing my children, and despite I was happy deep down, I yearned for my children. It's due to this that i continued to neglect my well-being.