Update 1

So it's been so long since I've written something here and this is mainly for my own psyc evaluation. The last couple of weeks the tide has started to rise and can see the pending storm on the horizon. I recieved Christmas Cards from my dauhters and what was written was terrible. With no abillity to contact my daughters, there has been very little communication between us. Yet in the card they express how they want me off the drugs. For the record, I do not have any history of drug use or abuse except for alcohol, tobacco and caffiene. Nor have they ever been exposed to it. The only thing it boils down to is that they have been cohearsed and directed to write this nonsense. After thier mother refusing mediation twice now, this third time she better get it together or things will get even more complicated for her.
Considering she hasn't put in a tax return in 5 years and has already been caught for fraud by the government ($10000+) and her partner just recently got raided and was found with 12 marijuana plants, I'm wondering why I am the one that is questionable. I do my tax, I dont drive a car because I don't have a licence and I am a pisces so I don't paticularly like confrontation and prefer to just let things slide. Not anymore I say. But I wish there was a way to get things moving quicker.

Everything was how it should be.

As our family grew tighter, Lindas time with the twins diminished. I'm not exactly sure of when it started but Linda became increasingly demanding. Telling me that she will have my children over a certain weekend. When I had to deny her, I would get threating text messages and police visits. Coincidence? No. On April 30 2010, I recieved a text asking to have just the twins for the weekend as my step-father would be home. We had nothing planned for the weekend so I agreed and called her to lay down the arrangements. She could pick them up from school and needed to be home by 10 on the sunday for our regular trip to the beach as a family. I was at work and recieved a message from Val saying the girls were scared and did not want to go with thier nanna. Being at work I didnt notice it until I had finished and Linda had already taken the twins. I drove over to Valories work to pick her up and was greeted by police officers. The had been informed that my car was stolen and I had been involved in trafficing drugs with the vehicle and with children in the car. My partner had to endure the embarasment of her mans car being stripped, seats and all, in front of her boss and collegues.

Although all allegations were proven false and nothing found, my car was unroad worthy and towed away. No one ever looked at me the same. The police were apologetic and told me who called it in. Linda.

I called Linda immediately to ask her where she was but she wouldnt answer my calls or reply to my text messages. So we drove to her house but no one was there, the dogs were gone too, suggesting they were not coming back for a coulle of days. This is when it dawned on me. SHE HAD STOLEN MY CHILDREN!

Police couldn't find her for 2 days and when they did, my girls weren't with her. It took another 3 days before the police threatened to charge the twins mother if she didnt contact me regarding the children. It would be 10 days before I would get to talk to them again. 4 weeks till I got to see them. The entire time Linda and a couple of her friends attacked me in every direction, not directly though. I had police stopping me everyday asking for i.d. and making me turn out my pockets. They were pullin my partner over everyday for a 'random' breathe test and license check. Child Safety were calling our work places investigating us for reasons unknown still and the states mental health department turning up at my door trying to tell me I was delusional.

Valorie got scared and paniced, her career and children were in danger from Linda. She couldn't risk it and left me. She did everything she could to help me through the court preceedings and was a constant shoulder to cry on. She is the only reason I didn't succeed in suicide. 

I sold everything I owned, to pay for court. The stress started affecting my work and I lost that too. Then I lost custody of the girls and everything else piled up. Unpaid bills, child support agency and the police still harrassing me but by phone call at that time as I was too scared to leave the house. I started drinking in the mornings to help get through the day and then a bit more to sleep at night. By the time I thought it was a problem 3 months had past and I was drinking 2 bottles of scotch and a dozen cans  of whatever alcohol for lunch and dinner. Everything I strived for, every reason why I existed was stripped from me and by Setember 2010 I was but a shell of the man I was, a pathetic sight.

The Summary

As I sit at the virtual keys of my iPad and ponder the start, where I should begin on this 'blog'. I have in mind a perfect world and this will be a place to vent my frustrations with the rest of the world. Unabated I sing my chorus of discontent and mistreatings bestowed upon my heavy crown blah blah blah. . . Such a place does not exist and Not the terms that I accept. This piece of world wide web that I'm hogging is my corner to vent the misserable crap that has happened to me over the past couple of years. Maybe to find some reasoning behind it and what has happened psychologicaly to my daughters and myself. Names, locations and dates wont be disclosed truthfully to protect myself and the bullies in this whinge, I mean blog. All the rest of the details are the truth.
I have had living arrangements for my daughters over a period of 4-5 years. My twin daughters aged 3 started living with me at my mother and step fathers house while I was recovering from an injury that required surgery. An arragement that Child Safety were aware of and I also did my part to start mediation. Thier mother didnt answer letters or calls so I eventually just left it at that. With a series of visits and hand overs the twins always remained in the care of myself and raised them with the help of family of course. I was so lucky to be a single man in his mid 20's with the best job n the world. Raising my children. I had great support from Linda my biological mother and her new husband Kevin. I took over small parts of running the famly business to help pay for our board, a lttle for luxuries and saved enough to rent our first home. It was a house my brother was renting and he couldn't break the lease so we organised that I lived there and continued his lease so that he could leave for a new and profitable job offer.
Over 5 years I moved 4 times, each time coniditions slightly better, even had a pool at one stage, and life was following the same trend. All the while I had help from Linda and other family, picking them up from school and taking them to doctors appointment when I was working.By the time they were abducted, I had moved us into a 5 bedroom house in a quiet nieghbourhood, just walking distance from school, shops and work, I was sure that our lives we're finally about to hit the high road. The twins were attending a private school and one of the best schools in the region. I was working at the local bottle shop with manager resposibilities and an encouraging mentions toward manager. My partner at the time was a fully qualified school teacher (primary and secondary with/without special needs) and a great person around my children. Valorie had three herself, a stereotypical 15yr old emo boy, an intelligent 10yr old girl and an idividual little 4 yr boy. All of us spent our year travelling and socialising family style, enrolling the kids in the same schools and planning our future as a family.
With my new family lifestyle I needed little help from Linda. Valorie was a great mother to the twins and her children were wanting to call me dad. Everything was the way it should be.