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Helen Writes..

SO, here I am again, totally chuffed that my column contract has been extended as you lot get click-happy. I thank thee. I’m starting to feel like Bolton's version of Carrie Bradshaw.

Well, I finally popped my Essex cherry with my BB homies at a fashion show and Club 195. I must say, the EastEnders are a lot more friendly on a night out than the Mancs, but I'm not keen on their taste in music – garage central. BUT, I'm sure it'll grow on me like a heartwarming wart.

My soiree at Essex Fashion Week on Saturday was cut a tad short, due to bad behaviour on my part. Whoops! For me and my pal Danielle had a bit of a run-in...Yes, it finally happened, it came to blows. Some may label it war, I prefer to say things got animated. Let's get this straight, the girl has slated me for every possible thing imaginable. She's hardly an innocent bystander.

More recently, she had the audacity to question my parenting skills, invent lies about my son being taken into care, while time and time again, slating me as a mother. For some very strange reason, she then took it upon herself to waltz over with a cheesy, "Hi!"

Inevitably, I asked why she was grinning at me when her favourite pastime is to brand me a bully, before she sarcastically replied, “I thought I'd be nice." Me, going without a filter as usual, gave her a wash down with my favourite poison. WHITE WINE. Sadly, it wasn’t blessed beforehand. I hold my hands up, it's not the proudest moment of my life. I shouldn’t have done it. People love to throw around the uninspired b-word, but not everything is black and white.

On a daily basis, Danielle and other tosspots from the BB house create fictitious gossip about my child, my precious flesh and blood, that I suppose make me see red. I rarely talk about my son to anybody but my nearest and dearest. End of. If I had a penny for every accusatory comment, "She's never with him"… I get a constant barrage from haters who are supposed to not care about what I do or yet message me hourly.

Are these idiots for real? If I'm uploading a picture on Twitter that doesn’t mean I'm not with him, YOU just can't see him: a 10-year-old shouldn’t be on an open account when the world is full of weirdos.

Although I'm loved by many, I'm sure – sarcasm there, haters, my head isn't actually up my behind – there are a fair few twisted a**holes that regularly wish I was dead, threaten me and bring up the past over and over. So, based on this alone, I would never put my kid in the firing line for all the trolls to read about.

I was offered £7000 to do a shoot and interview with my little lad, they wanted him to feature in just one shot, but that’s one too many for my liking. As much as that’s a hell of a lot of money, I chose not to do it as I wasn’t prepared to run the risk of him turning around at whatever age and being angry that I'd made him do that.

We have enough issues to contend with, without me making bad choices like that on his behalf. I'd rather run the risk of him being cheesed off about not gaining the money than him being hurt about being publicised for all the bloody nation to see.

I think we've all seen a fair few celebs and Z-listers 'SELL' their kids to the media. Kerry Katona, the prime example, every given opportunity her kids are splashed everywhere for all to see. She's been known for drug use, dysfunctional relationships and not forgetting that absolutely disgusting programme that was aired a couple of years back.

Why on earth, if you're that messed up, would you stick them on a show for entertainment value and display to the world what a sad state of affairs they live in? Then to continue to thrust them out into the media. It genuinely, hand on heart, baffles me. My past will tarnish both me and my son forever no doubt, I've had to accept that, but I'll do anything in my power to make sure he's kept away from online scrutiny: no amount of money is worth it.

Most shocking is Kourtney Kardashian giving birth on TV? I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

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