Loosing my self
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It’s been a couple of month since moving in to Dom’s mams.. it wasn’t the ideal place but I was waiting on a house for me and my baby..
his mam was alright sometimes but other times she would love to stir the pot between me and her precious son..
“She has an attitude problem.. I’m not having it Dom”
“I will speak to her”
“You better f**king do or there out”
“You can’t do that.. that’s my family”
“And I’m your mother and while your under my roof you do as I say”
She didn’t realise I could hear the conversation.. But even if she knew she wouldn’t give a shit..
“Babe everything okay” i said cracking on I didn’t know what had been said.
“It will be when you stop giving my mother attitude”
“Me giving her attitude.. she needs to learn she can’t speak to people the way she dose and not expect it back”
“ it’s not up for discussion.. I’m telling you now quit it or I will make you”
“You for real?” I said
The look he gave me said it all.. he was deadly serious..
the baby needed a bottle so I took her in my arms and walked into the kitchen..
“Pass me my granddaughter”
“Not when you speak to me like that.. plus she needs feeding”
“I will do it.. give me her” she said in a raised voice so Dom could here..
I’m stopping thinking wtf is actually happening is she for real.. this is my baby not hers.
The next morning I get up to find my baby had vanished.. panic took over I ran downstairs and hold and behold his mother had my girl in her arms…
“Morning has she had her feed”
“Yes she has and her arse is changed”
“Thank you.. you didn’t have too.. here let me take her” I said but she didn’t pass me my baby..
“Can you pass me my child please.. she is mine and I want to hold her..”
“Your not holding her.. Dom has told me you can’t hold her, feed her any thing until you change your attitude towards me”
“Pardon you can’t do that”
Just then I heard Dom say “I have and I will”
I was gobsmaked.. tier’s rolling down my face
“I just want my baby”
“Well you can’t.. you need to know your place” with that he walked away..
An hour or so had gone past the baby was crying so I walked over and picked her up
“Dom Dom she has the baby.. do something you said she want aloud”
“Behave mother she is her child she is entitled to hold her.. change her”
I was puzzled at how he changed his behaviour.. his mind set so fast it didn’t make sense.. we hardly spoke two words all day which I didn’t mind.. as long as I had my baby I was fine..
A few days later we got into a row.. I wanted to go out and he didn’t want me too.. I told him straight I was going.. he maybe my boyfriend my child’s father but I’m my own person..
“Your not going”
“Yes I am and you can’t stop me” just then I felt a sharp pain in my jaw then another in my eye and finally one in my ribs..
“How dare you hit me..”
“You will get another if you don’t listen”
“You really can’t do this..your meant to love and protect me.. not hurt me”
“Love..love if you loved me you would do as I say”
“That’s not fair.. you can’t treat me like this”
“Wanna bet.. well looks like you ain’t going out now hahaha”
I gave up and went to bed.. making sure the baby was settled before I drifted off..
“Coffee for you.. don’t worry the baby is downstairs with my mam.. look I’m sorry about last night. I was out of order and I shouldn’t of hit you”
“Your dam right you shouldn’t have”
“I swear on my life it won’t happen again.. I really do love you Rain”
I no I no I was a fool to believe him..
A couple of months later we was moved into our new house.. everything was surprisingly going well and Dom had stuck to his word..
His mates came round.. they were sat playing computer having a drink but every now and then they went off somewhere.. I didn’t think much of it until
“Quick babe I need some clean clothes”
“What for.. I don’t understand”
“Just get me some f**king clothes”
There was a knock at the door and Dom froze I went to open it and not one or two but 4 coppers stood there.. I couldn’t believe my eyes..
“Is Mr Williams in”
“Yes”
“Can we come in”
“Yes”
They arrested Dom for GBH with a weapon.
And I was left thinking could this s**t get any worse..
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