It's 1 in the morning, why on earth am I still awake?! Usually my inner old lady is in a deep sleep at this time of the night/morning...'specially after a hard days work of kitten counting and beating the neighborhood children with a cain.
Even my boyfriend is asleep. Well since he's not snoring I can't be 100% sure about that but I'm assuming since he's not moving (yet still breathing) that he is, in fact, asleep.
Oh, now he's snoring.
Damn him.
*kick, punch, smack*
Tonight I had dinner with my mom, little brothers, and some long-lost family friends. It was awesome. Stacy (the mother) lost her children to their father a couple years back but since we'd lost contact I'm not sure what the full story is. Anyways after two years of a grueling fight in court...and outside of court...Stacy's daughter was able to see her for the second time in nearly three years. Because of that, we all had dinner at my mom's house (I cooked) and we have plans to work on Stacy's house tomorrow so we can make sure it's in order so her daughter can come home for good.
Ahh...her daughter, who is now 16.
What the hell?
When did that happen?
Stacy moved in with my mom, older brother, and I when she was pregnant with her second child. I was sitting out in the waiting room with my grandma, second grandma (close family friend) and a dozen other people while Stacy was in labor. Right before the baby was completely delivered, at age 10, I was ushered into the delivery room to watch the birth. It was at that moment I decided I'd NEVER have children.
That moment was 14 years ago.
That little boy is a freakin' teenager.
What?
It blows my mind!
When Stacy got pregnant again (all by the same guy) I babysat PJ while she was delivering their second son. Now all three of these kids have gone from happy little babies bouncing around our old living room to living with their father who lit their sisters room on fire in an effort to frame their mother for attempted murder so he could have custody and complete control over their lives. Today Stacy's daughter sat up in court and told the judge she'd rather be put into the system then go home with her dad or have forced, supervised, visitation with him.
It makes me crazy that these youngs kids are dealing with such adult issues. It makes me crazy that this girl left my house when she was 7/8 and content in life only to walk back through the door 9 years later broken/beaten. What is wrong with people?
I guess that's why I'm up. I can't wrap my mind around this whole thing - and part of me doesn't want to.
I think that once I know she's not going back to her father's house I'll feel better about everything. Right now I'm just happy that she got a night of freedom, a night where she didn't have to worry about her father or step mom.
We've all decided if her dad comes after her tomorrow that we'll call the police and have the daughter taken into CPS that way he can't take her.
Have I mentioned I hate that the kids are dealing with this?!
Cause I do.
Ugh, I'm gonna try and get some rest! Sorry to hit you all with such a "downer" entry but I'm hoping if I let it out I'll be able to get some sleep. I'm looking forward to tomorrow and helping Stacy get on the right track. I don't want these feelings to carry over into another day.
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