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.


Thursday, March 30, 2006

He has to have surgery

This was a phone call from 3/26

I said three words.....

Hello.....

No......

Goodbye.....


He said that he is going for shoulder surgery tomorrow and wanted to call in case he died. Whatever Dumb Fuck......then he asked if his sister mentioned anything to me and I said "No"...then he went on about disability, child support garnishment and then said that was all. I said Goodbye and hung up.

So now, what the fuck. WHY the fuck is he calling again? And from a payphone? What, he doesn't have his cell phone again? Didn't he get my letter? I wasn't expecting his call. Next time I'm going to hang up...or not even fucking answer it unless I know who's calling. Fuck that...its my phone. I can answer it whenever I want and if its him, and he keeps bothering me, then I will just do as I said and get a restraining order.

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