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, January 14, 2006

They are returning him to society!!!

Lastnight I got a letter from my stbx-husband...my son's father. The one that if you read thru my blog failed to reunify with our son and who has been in and out of jail since God knows when. About 2 weeks ago, after he sent a Christmas card after I told him not to write, coupled with the fact that when he's incarcerated, child support arrears stop, I decided to write his judge a letter asking them to give him a long program.

I toyed with this for awhile. In fact, the letter was written about 2 weeks before I actually mailed it. I needed to ensure that it was what I really wanted to do. Maybe I mailed it too late. Maybe the judge didn't get it. Maybe he did and didn't give a shit.

My stbx was given another THU. That's transitional housing but I don't know how that differs from an SLE...sober living environment. Regardless, in four months, he's done and if I understood him right, if he completes his SEVEN ACTIVE CASES OF PROBATION this time, he's done. If not, the judge could give him one year in prison for each probation violation. Yeah, we'll see! So far they haven't done shit. I keep saying that if he gets out and kills someone, whomever is survived will be billionairs if they sue this county because they keep basically slapping him on the wrist.

I don't get it. I mean I honestly DO NOT GET IT! But whatever, its not for me to get or even really care about. I've long moved past any feelings of adoration I had for this man. I simply want to be left alone.

When my case completed, I was told custody papers were going to be mailed. I contacted my lawyer about a week ago inquiring because I haven't seen them. She told me it could take 6 months before I'm sent the final order. That's fine with me. Because right now, I'm not "ordered" to give him anything which means he gets nothing. If the papers never ever arrive, so be it. I'm not going to push them along just so I have to then abide by him and give this man who is grossly perverted when on drugs the opportunity to just waltz back in....he had the audacity to think he'd get "ONE MORE" chance with his son. His chances are OVER. I'm not going to just run to his beckoncall and just because he's out a couple months give him what HE wants.

I'm just so fucking sick of being HERE. Ya know, the cusp of him getting out...knowing soon he'll start calling...start coming around. This time I may actually just fucking change my phone number. I'm just sick of it and I asked him in the letter I wrote to just GO AWAY and not come back till he "gets it!"

He obviously doesn't respect what I ask because he hasn't gone away...he still fucking exists and basically won't leave me alone. I'm not going to let it go this time. Till I have the court papers, he's not seeing our son. If he continues to call me when I ask him not to or he writes letters, I am going to change my phone# and refuse the next letter. In fact, I should have refused this one...but I guess that I'm just morbidly curious....

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