Yes four months. Four months since my daughter was running around our home. Four months since she was terrorising our cat. Four months since I heard the words daddy. In fact four months since I heard any words from my daughters mouth. Its been a long four months, the heartache has been and still is like nothing I could ever describe. I would never wish this on anyone, yet you hear it all the time in the news. How fathers are deprived from seeing their children.
After being in court a few weeks ago, the schedule of events (known as Scott schedule) has been arranged.
– Police logs / calls (if any)
– Medical records and doctors statements
Both of which need to be provided to the court by 14th March. Then comes the clear allegations from my wife, which I need to respond to, along with any accusations I have against her to which she gets to respond to. This has to be provided to the court by 28th March.
So a few days ago I was ordered to the doctors due to Dewi’s solicitor insisting I was not well (due to being on antidepressants and sleeping pills). I was very happy with the outcome. The doctor clearly acknowledged that the only reason I have been diagnosed with depression and depressed is down to being kept away from our daughter. To which she added if our daughter was back she didn’t think I would need any medication whatsoever.
Part of me now feels like I’m starting to get somewhere.