Moving On

So, today I discovered that my ex (Hope's father) has moved out of his flat. Hurray you might say. Well, yes, and no. Human emotion is complex. I haven't spoken to him in over 3 weeks. I blocked his number when he returned to Ireland and that was it. I've heard and seen nothing of him since. Not even an email from him or his family. I am stunned, but quietly grateful. So, why am I blogging this? Who cares? Well, probably no one. But I care, because it has upset me. He wasn't just an unpredictable aggressive arsehole, and I guess that is the reason for this blog post. I miss the person he could've been, the person I hoped he would become. I miss the idea of our little family unit, of happiness and homeschooling, birdwatching and baking. Now, it will be a new path and a new future-for me, and for Hope. I intend with every fibre of my being to fight for her return. To confront the SWs and ask them to help me get my daughter home to me. I want to be a proper, full time mother. I will take medication to help with my depression, I will attend all my appointments with all the relevant bodies. I will cook food for Hope, and take it to contacts. I will ask to take her out to the shops, to feed the ducks. I have to do these things. That is what they are looking for, for me to ask them for her return and to show my willingness to prove my abilities! It has taken me this long to figure it out, but I have finally got there!
So, here's to a new and brighter future-for me and my daughter!