time to bring this one back:Mama G was no fool. No wonder IG was keen to get her seal of approval for BW. You can see how thrilled she is in this wedding photo.
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time to bring this one back:Mama G was no fool. No wonder IG was keen to get her seal of approval for BW. You can see how thrilled she is in this wedding photo.
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Me, too. I'm mostly a sahd. Today has been particularly thankless - The HUB returned from work and got all the love and I got to carry the giant rucksack full ofI love this comment. I was a real SAHM which was fortuitous as I got very sick when they were under five. You’re so very busy that you would not possibly have time to be on SM like MAlice, even with a nanny’s help. That is if you are doing right by your kids. It is the hardest thing I’ve ever done but the results are extremely gratifying.
If she’s going to do the dry shampoo thing, brush it out and dust your shoulders off, Alice!What rug will she wear to court? Will it be clean? Will she use actual shampoo and brush her teeth?
it looks like they overalapped a yearWelsh actress, she was in that Welsh soap opera that IG was also in. Presumably at the same time but I can't say that for certain.
And whichWhat rug will she wear to court? Will it be clean? Will she use actual shampoo and brush her teeth?
I joined quite a while ago, after lurking on the first threads. I started off as an Alice sympathiser. I have to admit, I too, was a bit of an Alice, and I hang my head in shame.
This is a bit of a me rail so I have put under a spoiler
I was born and brought up in Africa. In my late 20’s I was lucky enough to move to the UK and shortly afterwards met my husband, also from Africa but a different country to me. I managed to get a really good job in the UK, but my husband was not happy and wanted to go back to his country. So we moved. For a few years all was good, but I could not work legally and my confidence dwindled. He entered into an affair with my good friend and I was dumped. What was worse was I had fallen pregnant and the shock made me miscarry at 4 months. It was so scary – I was alone in a country with no support system. I did not handle it well and started drinking a lot – I initially got angry and raged and raged when drunk – not to Alice’s extent, but loads of crying/begging/raging/pleading/angry phone calls and, I am embarrassed to say, a very short period of minor stalking ( I would pitch up every Sunday at the same church, off my face!). I really did lose my mind. However, once the anger wore off, it was replaced by a deep deep sadness. By that stage (4 months in), he was fed up of the anger/harassment and told me he was going to tell immigration if I could contacted him again. I was waiting for a resident permit and could not legally work, and needed to stay in the country. When we first arrived, I put down a big deposit on a property for us, but until I got residency I could not file for divorce or access the money. So I had to find illegal work. So I started waitressing in the the sorts of places that turned a blind eye to illegal workers. I was treated like tit by management, but in a way it was my saving grace. I had to stop drinking and I started enjoying my work – I liked interacting with customers and I was good at being a waitress and started building my fragile self esteem. One week after my residency came through, he and my ex friend left for Australia. It was a huge relief – I HAD to get on with my life. I did well for 1 year, then had a mini breakdown, got really fat (from being a gorgeous Bianca like person) and started drinking again (luckly was able to continue functioning at work). It was SO tiring being self destructive. I actually got so sick of feeling sick and sad all the time that I sat up one day and said ‘ENOUGH’. Then my life really started blooming. A few years later I got a message from the ex via SM apologising, and admitting he has ruined the life of every woman he has ever been with and is a serial cheat and was in therapy. The long and the short is, I started out understanding Alice. But watching her keep circling the self destructive and rage drain has made me lose patience. She is actively nasty, and is relentless, and I was not. She must be so tired – being sad and angry is exhausting. I wish she would wake up and be kind to herself and start gritting her teeth and accepting her new normal. Bianca is in Ioan’s life. Ioan is in her and her children’s lives – make it positive because the negative is so damn draining. So that is my me-rail – and my testimony that a lot of us started as Alice supporters – until it was clear Alice was behaving toxically. ETA typos
I used to enjoy them as a kid too, in case I came over all judgmental!A bit like those saucy double entendre seaside postcards. They used to go over my head (too young) but when you see what was written on them, so near the knuckle. In normal years (pre covid) I normally see Julian Clary in panto at the Palladium. Sometimes I gasped with shock at the innuendo. The kids sit there oblivious! Ooh, saucy!
The only one even attempting a smile is the Bristol Chris Evans.That is probably the most miserable wedding photo I’ve ever seen. I mean, no one looks happy do they. And there’s the blushing bride, fag and booze in hand. Yikes.
Don't feel embarrassed or ashamed. A part of me would love them to be made public so that even more people were made aware of what Alice really is as a video recording cannot be denied. Rather like the Heard tapes. The downside is the potential harm to the girls which I also wouldn't want.True, did not think of the girls, which I should have. Embarrassed & ashamed
I joined quite a while ago, after lurking on the first threads. I started off as an Alice sympathiser. I have to admit, I too, was a bit of an Alice, and I hang my head in shame.
This is a bit of a me rail so I have put under a spoiler
I was born and brought up in Africa. In my late 20’s I was lucky enough to move to the UK and shortly afterwards met my husband, also from Africa but a different country to me. I managed to get a really good job in the UK, but my husband was not happy and wanted to go back to his country. So we moved. For a few years all was good, but I could not work legally and my confidence dwindled. He entered into an affair with my good friend and I was dumped. What was worse was I had fallen pregnant and the shock made me miscarry at 4 months. It was so scary – I was alone in a country with no support system. I did not handle it well and started drinking a lot – I initially got angry and raged and raged when drunk – not to Alice’s extent, but loads of crying/begging/raging/pleading/angry phone calls and, I am embarrassed to say, a very short period of minor stalking ( I would pitch up every Sunday at the same church, off my face!). I really did lose my mind. However, once the anger wore off, it was replaced by a deep deep sadness. By that stage (4 months in), he was fed up of the anger/harassment and told me he was going to tell immigration if I could contacted him again. I was waiting for a resident permit and could not legally work, and needed to stay in the country. When we first arrived, I put down a big deposit on a property for us, but until I got residency I could not file for divorce or access the money. So I had to find illegal work. So I started waitressing in the the sorts of places that turned a blind eye to illegal workers. I was treated like tit by management, but in a way it was my saving grace. I had to stop drinking and I started enjoying my work – I liked interacting with customers and I was good at being a waitress and started building my fragile self esteem. One week after my residency came through, he and my ex friend left for Australia. It was a huge relief – I HAD to get on with my life. I did well for 1 year, then had a mini breakdown, got really fat (from being a gorgeous Bianca like person) and started drinking again (luckly was able to continue functioning at work). It was SO tiring being self destructive. I actually got so sick of feeling sick and sad all the time that I sat up one day and said ‘ENOUGH’. Then my life really started blooming. A few years later I got a message from the ex via SM apologising, and admitting he has ruined the life of every woman he has ever been with and is a serial cheat and was in therapy. The long and the short is, I started out understanding Alice. But watching her keep circling the self destructive and rage drain has made me lose patience. She is actively nasty, and is relentless, and I was not. She must be so tired – being sad and angry is exhausting. I wish she would wake up and be kind to herself and start gritting her teeth and accepting her new normal. Bianca is in Ioan’s life. Ioan is in her and her children’s lives – make it positive because the negative is so damn draining. So that is my me-rail – and my testimony that a lot of us started as Alice supporters – until it was clear Alice was behaving toxically. ETA typos
funny enough there is a guidebook from the Judicial Council of California for how to handle self-representing parties in Family Court, this is one of the examplesSerious question: IF Abuser does show and at some stage goes off verbally and refuses to shut up, what happens?
I’m curious about this too. Can you be held in contempt of court in a hearing? Can you be in contempt on Zoom? I wonder if any of the wonderful legal minded on here might know.Serious question: IF Abuser does show and at some stage goes off verbally and refuses to shut up, what happens?
That is Daphne Guinness in the picture. Crazy outfits, but absolute style icon, talented, sophisticated. And rich as duck. All things AE will never beWith this speculation on what Alice might wear, here’s a throwback to how I imagined her turning up to court … remember the gunt?
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Judges all gathered round in a circle right now drawing straws to not be landed with this case