Surviving CPS

This is my story about social services, domestic violence, co-dependancy, addiction and the removal and return of my children. They were taken into Protective Custody on 04-03-04 and returned to my care 02-24-05.


Saturday, October 22, 2005

AWOL

My poor poor son.

Today, his father had a visit. And he knew about it because I called him last night to "remind" him that its a visit weekend. He gets 2 hours every other week. If he misses a visit, he could go a month without seeing our son. I wouldn't EVER miss a visit. He's missed two now. Last week he claims flu. This week, he just didn't show up.

I sat at the Clover House for 40 minutes. I always arrive on time; early for that matter. We waited and at about 10 minutes after 11, I called in to ask them if my son's father had arrived. He had not. I was told the visit was cancelled after 20 minutes. At exactly 20 minutes, I called again and he still was not there so we left.

My son didn't understand what was happening or why he didn't get to see his father. He was genuinely crushed and I got the nastiest and sickest feeling in my gut. I called his dad and of course I got the answering machine. I said "it's one thing to keep me waiting, but you kept your son waiting - that's FUCKED UP!!!" and I hung up.

I then called our SW to inform her of the missed visit.

I'm going to now call the jail to see if he's been arrested.

I will be asking now that all visits be terminated and that he not be ordered any kind of supervised visitation. I want any visitation to be at my discretion!

FUCK HIM!!!!


ps....I knew it was coming. Aside from him moving out of the SLE, he has classes for the union he's in and he always goes out around school or right when he moves. He's so fucking predictable!

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