Dear dickhead

For the last couple of weeks I've been thinking how best to reply to the messages I received from my ex and his sister at the beginning of the month. Just ignoring them seems a bit defeatist. To me, that seems like it would give off the wrong impression. By leaving it this long to reply though might it look like I've over thought any reply I may send? It is too easy to allow myself to over think it. The thing is, I don't actually give a shit what either of them think so why does it matter if I even reply? In the future, Sophie and James will undoubtedly ask questions about that side of the family, and I want to be able to tell them the truth so I don't want to be the bad guy in all this.

This is the original message I received from Scott (literally copied and pasted from Facebook so you can see how much effort he didn't put in):

hi...alison! long time since we ave spoke....i did look 4 u on facebook and other sites but cudnt find u! u changed ur number + i have no address 4 u and kids! good 2 c u all look well in the photo! james looks identical 2 me when i was little, also i see sophie's face is alot better now. thats good 2 c. i do think of sophie and james all the time! u may not believe that, but its true. could u please contact me back? give my love 2 the kids please! thankyou

My ideal reply:
Dear Dickhead,
I know you looked for me previously on Facebook: I used to have a functioning profile tracker so I had seen that you'd been nosing where you're not wanted. You're perhaps not as thick as I remember though as you did at least block me from your profile which subsequently prevented me from blocking you. So there you go, in the first line of text you've bothered to write to me in nearly two years you're lying already. Not a great start is it?
As far as the fact that you have no number or address for me and the kids goes, when I moved last I made sure to pass my mum's address on to your sister, so any cards or presents (unlikely, I know) that any of your family wished to send to Sophie and James would reach them. I am perfectly entitled to keep my own privacy and not pass on my home address or new phone number.
I am going to ignore your comments regarding how the children are looking, along with the statement "i do think of Sophie and James all the time"; otherwise the screen would soon fill up with phrases like "none of your business", "total bollocks" and "how you can even...".
Passing on "love" to my children from someone who is basically a total stranger to them seems rather inappropriate, so I'm disinclined to acquiesce to your request.

What I'll probably send:
I'm not sure what sort of response you're actually expecting after that message. I'm contacting you back but believe I am justified in being guarded about information regarding the children. They are both happy and healthy: that's probably more information than you deserve.
(Hang on that's starting to revert to the "what I'd like to say" version - this is harder than I thought.)

I'm going to have a rethink.

18 days to go...

March can't be over soon enough for me this year. It started off crap, got progressively better, then reverted to shit again. And it's not even (quite) halfway through yet. I suppose that means that there's still time for another turn-around, but I won't hold my breath. April might not be any better; of course it won't, a new month doesn't effect anything relevant; but I'm already associating March 2010 with a lot of bad things - I'll just be glad when it's over.

Anyway, I'm not going to go into much detail as it won't achieve anything; but I've had another unwanted message on Facebook - this time from a pre-children ex who I broke off contact with last summer after finding out he was a pathological liar. I've had to let down Sarah by saying I can't be her Maid of Honour (that's killing me inside); and in the process of making that decision I actually had a really brief moment where I wished I didn't have children. It passed in less than a second but the guilt I felt for even allowing the thought to enter my mind is horrific.

Speaking of children, I've had to have a 'conversation' with Sophie this evening. Two incidents (neither major) of biting in one day, when there's been no problem for months (and probably less than half a dozen previous occurrences in her life). We had a long chat about the difference between being cheeky and being naughty and she was able to give me many examples of each (although her imagination when it came to naughty things is now worrying me slightly). Hoping that's the end of it, at least for the foreseeable future.

That'll do for now: time for a can of Fosters, a Johnny Depp movie and my huge pile of ironing.

Assignment complete!

Having left it until the last minute (again), I'm sitting up late putting the finishing touches to an OU assignment. It's done, well as much as it will be, I'm basically just doing the final run-through checking grammar etc.

This afternoon I was convinced that my fridge was well stocked with Red Bull, in which case I would have drunk a couple of cans when I first sat down, filling me up with enough caffeine to get me through the evening. However, upon opening the fridge I discovered two rather lonely looking cans. Like a fool, I decided to wait and only drink one when my eyes began to droop - which happened about half an hour ago. Not wanting to make a lonely can even more lonesome, I drank both. My tiredness coupled with the caffeine boost has led to me sat here now with slightly shaking hands, a strange buzzing in my ears and a strong desire to eat something unhealthy. OK, to be fair that desire is quite often present, but it makes me feel better to blame the current situation.

Anyway, it's been an interesting couple of weeks. I'm still trying to process some of the things that have happened and decide what to do. On the 1st March I got a message on Facebook from my ex who I haven't heard from in nearly 2 years. Two days later I got a message from his sister, a complete coincidence if I were to believe what she said. It's just really frustrating. The thing that winds me up the most is that I let myself get wound up by it all. At the end of most relationships both parties can go their separate ways and never have to speak again. That'd be lovely. But there's kids involved, and Sophie's at the age now when she's noticing that other children have daddies and she doesn't. It's not exactly bothering her, but she's gonna start asking questions soon. I have no idea what I'm going to say. I'll have to reply to both messages at some point soon. Just haven't quite figured out what I'm going to write.

On a completely different note, I got a message from Jamie Archer on MySpace on the 2nd. That put those other messages to the back of my mind. It made my week if I'm honest. In a really sad pathetic way, getting a message from someone I've never met managed to overpower the shit that I had been feeling.

What else? Oh yea, I'm (hopefully) going to be Maid of Honour at Sarah's wedding! A maid - me? Honour? The title certainly doesn't suit me, but it's all very exciting. I just hope I can get the kids used to the idea of me going away for a couple of days. Otherwise my mum's said she won't be happy to look after them (which is fair enough, they are a bit of a handful - to say the least - when they're not happy) so I'll either not be able to go, or I'll have to find a way of taking them with me... To the Lake District. Of all the places to get married they had to pick somewhere that's 4 hours away by train! It's beautiful though.

I've just submitted the assignment. I'm not happy with it really, it's slightly short of the word count and I didn't use enough references but it'll do. Should get me a better mark than the previous one anyway! Now to run a bath, try to feel tired again and (hopefully) get some sleep!