Mate, let me tell you what’s been going on. I’ve been with my wife for six years now, and she’s got an eight-year-old daughter, Lucy. Lucy was only two when I first met her. Her dad left a few months before she was born, vanished into thin air, and then out of nowhere he appeared on our doorstep last December while I was at work. When Lucy first saw her dad, he barely paid her any attention didnt even try to connect with her.
A couple of weeks later, my wife unexpectedly tells me she and her ex have decided on joint custody of Lucy. She wouldnt tell me where the bloke lives or even give me his number, which definitely felt off.
My wife has always been the one to drop Lucy off and pick her up from school and clubs, so nothing seemed unusual there.
But starting in January, I noticed Lucy really didnt want to visit her dad. She kept saying he was scary, filthy, and she couldnt sleep at his place. She actually told me, right in front of her mum, that she never wanted to go back there. And then last Friday happened…
My wife left work at 8pm, was supposed to pick up Lucy straight after. By 9pm, neither of them had returned, and my wife wasnt answering her phone. I called her sisters, her mum everyone and no one knew where they’d gone. Even swung by her workplace and it was completely empty.
Finally, just after 2am, my wife and Lucy stumble in through the door. I was proper wound up and waiting for them. My wife just says, Sorry, all innocent. Then she spins this story.
She said her phone died at work. She drove over to her exs place, but nobody was home, and she couldn’t call him so she waited. Eventually, he came back around 9pm, bringing some takeaway. He explained they’d walked to the shop for food and took their time coming back. My wife went inside, let them finish eating, and then she says she crashed out on the sofa, slept right through, woke up at 1:45am, and rushed home. She said she was exhausted after a hard day.
Finally, she gives me the guy’s address and asks me to drop Lucy off there tomorrow. So I take Lucy over, and it’s a right shocker: literally a dodgy shack on the side of the road in some rough area. Cockroaches everywhere, empty beer bottles scattered all over the place. The bloke’s sitting on the settee in his underwear, staring blankly at the wall. Needless to say, I took Lucy straight home.
Later tonight, I found out my wifes been giving him money and topping up his mobile, straight out of our family budget. Is something going on between them? At this point, I honestly reckon they’ve slept together I’m just tired of all the sneaking about.
So last night, I told her to leave and demanded she leave Lucy with me its the only place shes safe. Theres no way Im sending Lucy back to that dump. My mother-in-law is totally behind me on this, and legally Im down as Lucys guardian.
I dont think Ive got any other choice, mate. Just have to see how it all plays out from here.
