I hit him - its quite simple and I HIGHLY recommend it if you want to get arrested REALLY QUICKLY!!
Basically what happened was this............I went out shopping the next day (yes, I know I had taken a sicky, but the only cure for what I was going thru was chocolate.......and shoes......maybe some perfume........) So, I kinda made my peace with the copper, we agreed to have a grown up chat when things had calmed down and off I went shopping. In the meantime, my colleagues at work had called the police, stressing their concerns over his behaviour - they were well aware that he didnt let me out and that he was often drunk and violent - they had seen the bruises on my legs and arms (he liked to pinch me under the arms - apparently they teach you that in Police School "Its a pressure point" NICE!) Anyway, because he was a copper, this raised alarm bells with them and they called round......which we probably could have dealt with, but while I was out, my son had come home from school and instead of staying with him, copper had promptly pissed off over the Barn (our local) and left him at home. A 7 year old child, at home, on his own - mother out shopping, "step" father in the local boozer, following a night of rows in front of my work colleagues..............I can see how this looked dysfunctional.........
Of course, my son had opened the door to the police (as of course he should), and told them mum was out and "dad" was over the pub. I walked round the corner 5 minutes later to find 2 police cars on the drive (yes, my house was so posh, I had a drive, OK?). One lovely police officer was playing on the playstation with son and the love of my life, my hero, was sitting on the sofa crying (he did that a LOT) and explaining that he was having a nervous breakdown because of stress from work.........
Somehow, dont know how, the situation got dealt with and everything was sorted, we were told to expect a visit from a Social worker the next morning (which I was, at this point, grateful for - coz gawd knows we needed all the help we could get). And also some sort of family police liason officer... then the police left.
Then copper started laying into me.......about how I was a rubbish mother, how I "only worked in a factory (whatevver - I was proud of my little job), about how I wasnt supportive enough to him (true enough, im afraid) and most of all how it was all my fault he was an alcoholic and I couldnt blame him for not letting me see people from work - and I quote "because they are all whores and slappers".
He was gunning for me - really yelling - and I lost it - and im not proud to admit this because violence DOES NOT solve anything and I shouldnt have done it. BUT all those nights laying awake in bed whilst he was getting drunk and passing out downstairs, all the CD's in the PC hard drive with Porn on, all the frustration I felt over his controlling behaviour- being told what to eat, what to drink, who I could have as friends (basically, no-one) all the bruises I had and the scar on the top of my head where he smashed a beer glass and the bloodstains that still showed on the wall in the kitched coz I couldnt wash them off, the time I had an asthma attack and was kneeling on the lounge floor and he was laughing and accusing me of making it up (he soon changed his mind over that one when the ambulance crew (who my son rang for, by the way) had to inject me with adrenaline and I ended up being admitted to Intensive Care). All those things.......and many more.......just enraged me.............and when he was standing in front of me screaming, with my son in the next room and he was half pissed and stank of beer and I lost it - before I knew what had happened, I had smacked him - HARD - right across the face and with my fist closed..............I got him good.........
And who knows what might have happened - if the police hadnt left yet = if they hadnt of been waiting outside (which is SOP is domestic violence cases, by the way - in case a row kicks off......) Anyway, they hadnt left - they were still there and milliseconds after I walloped him - he looked at me and I will never forget it - he looked TRIUMPHANT, like he had won the world cup and found a million quid..........and he went over the the front door and announced to the officer standing there........ "look what she's done to me" and it was game over........they arrested me there and then for assault and took me away.
My mind is hazy for the rest of it......I remember a very kindly WPC taking my DNA swab and my fingerprints and asking if I wanted a hot chocolate........I remember shaking, not even able to cry and them taking my bra off me...I remember that the blanket in the cell was scratchy and I held even that for comfort............and most of all, worse of all, almost, I remember asking a male police officer for some loo roll and he handed me ONE SQUARE........because, of course they were less than impressed with this woman who had decked a fellow office who was just having a hard time of it............
Anyway, I got taken to a room and they took a statement and I told them EVERYTHING...........which has ruined my life.........because when they saw the bruises I had, after they had photographed them, they went back to the house (it was about 10pm by this time) and arrested copper. The first I knew of it was when I got taken to yet another interview room to sign a piece of paper to say that I was aware my son had been taken into care - into foster care............and I will never EVER EVER forget feeling that way...............Iwill not forget what my son went through (as if he hadnt been thru enough) and I will never forgive myself.......im sorry baby, so sorry.......
I'll tell you how I got my baby back and how I ended up on BBC watchdog tomorrow!!
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