Friday, 15 September 2017

The Result.

Hello. I don’t normally write blogs so hopefully those reading this can follow my thoughts. I would just like to talk about something that happened over the past year and has recently concluded. I’m going to assume some of you might have heard the news that an incident occurred between me and my previous partner, who I will not directly name but I’m sure most of you know, and I’m going to try my best to keep name calling to a minimum, but I’m quite passionate about the outcome and everything that has occurred. This was something that no one would ever want to be accused of, let alone have it weighing on your shoulders for the entire first year of your science degree.
I’ve cut out a lot of what I wanted to write, I went into some details about things she had done to me throughout the two years, but I am still sheepish talking about it (fearful there will be backlash) and If you would like to know any specifics then I can talk to you privately. I’m not writing this to slander.
In late 2016, I made the decision to come to university with my (at the time) partner. Things where already rocky and this turned out to be an unwise decision on my part. Throughout our two-year relationship, my life had been made incredibly difficult by this person. I don’t want to push 100% of the blame for our issues on this person, but I would say it was a substantial amount. For most of the relationship I wasn’t happy, and it’s hard to put into words the ‘things’ this person used to do to me. I consider myself a cool and collected person, and I’m sure most of you who know me would probably agree, so when you get accused of being violent toward your ex, I was surprised.
What happened next was unforgivable, unforgettable and vindictive. The mother, who will remain nameless, took her child and falsely report horrid crimes that I had committed against her daughter. Accusations of violence and rape. That was obviously a shock, being told you’d done something so horrific when you know you didn’t do it.
Lots of statements, back and forth accusations and investigations and nearly an entire year later I am legally allowed to say that this was not the case and proven so. Obviously, her made up accusation didn’t get very far and her mother’s plan of trying to ruin my life and potential career failed. While that was happening, I still managed to complete all my assignments and exams and achieved a 2:1 in my first year of computational science (pretty proud, considering).
I have written this because I have heard some rumours and I know Aylsham is a small town, me and my family name should not be shamed because of the lies of another family. Moving on, I feel I owe my life to my housemates who I’d only known for days when the even occurred, but they could see the truth and stuck by me, and now one of them is my partner (cute, I know). Throughout everything, I stayed true to who I am. I kept quiet, didn’t spread lies or cause augments in the local Tesco’s. I kept my head down and remained respectful to the authorities and helped the investigation in any way possible (I would say the opposite of the opposing party).
There are lots of this I could chase after this result, but I’m not stooping down to their level and I’m going to end this long overdue chapter with this blog post. I hope she too moves on from this. If I’ve learned anything from this, listen to your friends and family and what a frustrating waste of two years of my life.
If you want to chat more about it, drop me a message, otherwise stay safe people.