We lost. And lost BIG.
Three years, tens of thousands of dollars, significant physical issues brought on by extreme stress, emotional issues in all of us from the stress, etc., etc., etc.
All for absolutely nothing.
In fact, we actually even have to pay Princess’ legal fees to the tune of $4000 PLUS the child support got DOUBLED, in addition to tearing Hubby to ribbons in the ruling.
The judge went on and on about how great she was and how patient she was with Hubby’s being so demanding and accusatory (Wow, he got mad that chose a babysitter who had all the earmarks of being sexually molested by a KNOWN pedophile in the family and Kiddo DID end up getting molested AND THEN molesting Runt…Hubby is such a horrible and abusive BASTARD! WTF???)
Anyways. When I cool down I’ll post some of the more tragically comic parts of the ruling.
She did make sure to email THE ENTIRE RULING – private financial information and all – to Kiddo’s principal, teacher, school counselor, and daycare center.
Tip of the day: Never fucking tempt “worse”.
Tonight I moved several posts from the past few months over to this blog. I don’t know why I didn’t put them here to begin with, but they are here now.
If anyone is reading these, thank you. Please be patient with me in my rantings and ramblings from severe frustration with the multitude of situations going on.
NOTE: I will be putting up a post about this in more detail later, but so the other posts make sense I wanted to just tell [you] this now. In March, we found out that Kiddo was molested by a babysitter while Princess was at Bible study. It was done under the guise of a “game”. They apparently played this “game” multiple times, so much that there were several versions of the game. No penetration was involved (thank God) but there was touching with mouths and hands. We then found out during his interview with the DHS people that Kiddo had also then played this game with Runt on a few occasions. Needless to say, the past few months have introduced us to an entirely fresh new level of hell.
The lady from the counselor’s office called today. Dad’s efforts were rebuffed. DHS decided to reject his report and not launch an investigation. They will keep a note of it in the file and will watch for further reports, pattern, etc., but as of right now nothing more is being done with it.
So that is okay now, and the information train to my parents has officially gone off the rails. No more. They get the “sanitized for your protection” version of everything now. We’re great. We’re all great. The kids are great.
They have NO idea what they lost.
The problems that Kiddo has are apparently through every facet of his being. He can’t even reason. It’s so frustrating to see a bright kid act about 4 years younger than he actually is.
Last night Hubby told him to take a shower and go to bed (Hubby had to go out). After that, Runt was going to take a shower and then go to bed. I went upstairs after about 35 mins to check on Kiddo. I knocked on the door and asked if he was almost done. No response. Opened the door – he is buck-ass naked & starts whining that he didn’t know how to start the shower.
I asked why the HELL he didn’t ask for help
(in SERIOUS whining voice) “I did ask for help from here…” (here being the bathroom upstairs, with the door shut, with us downstairs with the TV on – I can’t imagine why we didn’t hear him)
I asked why didn’t he put on his shorts and come ask when nobody heard him upstairs with the door shut saying “Can you help me?”
“Daddy said he wanted me to stay here and take a shower.”
I was SHAKING. I just didn’t even know how to respond.
I gave him PJs and told him to get in bed ASAP.
Also, when we were putting his new bed together yesterday, I noticed something on the bed. He had a LARGE dried urine spot – about 2/3 the width of the mattress. He didn’t bother telling us and swears he didn’t notice it. So that also means he was downstairs in his wet PJs sitting on the sofa, chair, etc.
How do you get through to someone who has absolutely no logic, reasoning, sense of self care, and pretty much won’t remember anything you tell him 5 minutes later? There has to be a way. We’ve tried talking, yelling, begging, bribing, crying… And every Friday it starts over like the prior weekend hadn’t even happened.
…my mother asked incredulously when I told her Kiddo was having trouble at school since the abuse. She is totally okay with Runt having any type of issue, but Kiddo is a MONSTER – why would HE have any trouble?? He has ADHD and he’s a problem child and he HURT HER GRANDSON.
Yeah, he has ADHD. Yes, he has behavior problems and can be a real pain in the ass. Yes, he hurt Runt.
But let me see if I can finally make this clear to you, Mom…
KIDDO WAS VICTIMIZED TOO – SO MUCH SO THAT HE THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD/FUN THING TO PERPETUATE THIS ‘GAME’
She’s not stupid. So why can’t she get this through her head?? She’s constantly asking in that “oh poor thing” voice how Runt is doing at counseling and in school since the abuse. He’s actually fine. The counselor at his school has done an amazing job with him. I think we’re going to get a pretty good report from the counselor next week about him, too. But she just can’t seem to understand that. He HAS to be traumatized – he was attacked by that…that BEAST.
I don’t want to stop talking to my mother. I love her. But I cannot take this. She treated Kiddo like a second-class citizen before – she gave him gifts and all, but that was a formality and that she felt she HAD to. She talks a good game and says she loves him, says she cares about him and tries to keep everything “even”, but ever since he yakked on her table – TWICE – she has not liked nor loved that kid. Now it’s even worse.