I think of myself of a decent person...i would never intentionaly hury anyone...i try my best to help people anyway i can...i lived with a cruel nasty man who i tried everyway possable to please him...for years i blamed myself...cos he blamed me for everything..the one day i realised it was him not me...so i left and thats when the worst happened...

He stalked me...threatened to have me killed(a hit man) drugged me...tryed to ram me off the road...abused and beat me..wrote abcenaties about me on the road signs all the way to my kids school...said i was having afairs with every pro (social

Hello again blog.

Sorry to mither you again in the same day, but my brain is on overdrive. 

I found this comment on the site today:

"My sister has worked for years at a solicitors and when I asked why she didnt take further training as she had been offered, her reply was "and put up with the c**p they have to put up with, no thanks".

Which set my little blonde brain whirring again.

Do we get cr*p?

Well, looking back over 5 years spent, in the main, in one Court in the North of England, I tried to recall my experiences.

 In that space of time I have had:

One dad lock me in a room and tell me if I

Dear blog

 Sometimes blog I wonder why I practice family law.  I remember when I was going through uni, watching all the do gooder girlies shouting about their desire to practice family, to bring justice to children and women, having their groany, yawny debates about how wives were stiffed on divorce and how the law didnt work for children. 

Not me blog.  I wasn't one of them.  In fact I used to look at those girlies and not see one bit of me in them - not least of which cos they all wore sandals all the time ; ). 

I wanted to do criminal law...I wanted to swoosh round the Crown Courts in my