Mine and the kids clothes were packed up and we were ready to go. Myself and the kids said our goodbyes to my parents. (i forgot to mention earlier that me and my mum had fallen out over all of this and still weren't talking properly, but she went along with it without much complaint.)
We got in a taxi and headed to L's house where J was waiting.
I told P that we were leaving at 8pm, while he was in work but we was not leaving until 4am. I didn't want him turning up and coursing trouble in front of the children. But of course he found out and as i thought he would, he turned up at L's.
I had just woke the kids and was getting their coats on while J and his brother R went to the garage to grab some last minute snacks for on the train. Not long after they left, they came rushing back through the door. Not only had P turned, he attempted to run J and R over with his car. Once again the police were called. I went outside to try to get P to leave before the police came. He did, without much hesitation. The bit that hurt the most was that P wasn't there for the kids, he was there for me and by the looks of things, would do anything to have me.
I dropped to the floor outside L's house and just cried.
The police came to get a statement. I managed to convince J and R not to press charged because even though P had done that to them and had not been that interested in the kids, he was still their father and i blamed myself for how he was acting.
We managed to get to the train station and get on the train without a hitch. I was so relieved that we were finally on our way to Wrexham.
