BlytheWood
Sep 1, 2018 · 2 min read

My Scumbag Ex Assaulted My Kid

Photo by Séan Gorman on Unsplash

It started off as simply as a parent/teacher meeting. My son Harry was presenting his work to my partner and me, as part of his bi-termly presentation. We couldn’t wait to hear how his film-making had been going.

Upon finishing, Harry’s teacher asked him to leave the room and they looked, almost imperceptibly at one another. Something started to twist in my stomach, small, a flicker of disquietitude. I didn’t know what was…

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BlytheWood

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Mum to teen transgender son, organic gardener, herb enthusiast, reader, writer and all-round knowledge-sponge, lover of black cats.

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