I haven't been here in a while (and I feel guilty for coming in my desperate time of need-but I have to do something). Background: my son had a baby with his girlfriend in August. He's the child of mine with many many issues. He met his match in her. Baby is two months old. She is abusive towards my son- has been from even before the baby was born (some I just found out as recently as yesterday). She's seriously a mess. I've tried so hard to help them. To encourage them. To try and be the calming force in our entire little family. I have a two month old baby who can't run, hide, or know that screaming isn't directed at him. He's just a baby. A little boy. Since he was born I have done all I could. someone has to. I've kept him about 5-6 total nights so far. To give him PEACE. About two weeks ago I decided I had had enough. ENOUGH. So, I started making a plan. My initial plan was to offer two options to them: voluntarily give him to me for minimum of 6 months- get yourselves together. If that wasn't going to work, then option two was I would call CPS as I left their home and let the chips fall where they may. So, I did my research. How that works- what happens, read through the handbook cps workers use - looked at their forms. looked up how the process works. I knew going in that I was rolling the dice- but listen (and in no way am I absolving my son of his role in anything at all).....I had to do something. My son got to the point that he had had enough. Enough of being choked, hit, scratched, hit with things thrown at him. He never called police because he didn't think they'd believe him. He wanted to be in the home with his son. His baby. To put his eyes on his baby every single day to ensure he was good. he was ok. I have to do a mini-chronology: end of sept: they are arguing, son calls me. I go over there with my daughter. I get them calm- ask what they are fussing about- about nothing (as usual). I tell them that they had done enough arguing for the evening, this is not a good environment for the baby- you all must learn to choose your battles. I leave. Get home, son calls back and I hear him say (I can tell there is something happening) "what, are you going to stab me with that? oh, you are going to hit me with that?" I hung up- dialed 911. No one went to jail, I talked to officer via phone and again when I arrived to collect my son to bring home with me for the night. next day, my daughter is moving, so son comes to help. his girlfriend is keeping tabs- and at one point actually wrote in a text to him that he must be f*&^!#$ his sister. *rendered speechless* Long story short- the NEXT day, she was sorry, sent an apology text to me and him and my daughter. He went home. Monday- this week. girlfriend works nights. So, he decides he has had enough. So when she left for work he packed up the baby and went to his sisters. He is on Birth Cert- there is no court order for custody at this point. Tuesday-he goes to Legal Aid to try to get help. Keeps son. She comes by and meets my son and the baby at my house before going to work on tuesday so she can see the baby. (they were not staying with me) Thursday - she talks him into letting her see the baby. He asks if she can do it at my house. I told him- you have to be there- you MUST. Otherwise she can take him because I'm not a parent nor do I have legal rights to him. He says she won't do that- didn't want it awkward with him there. She comes, takes her baby. Of course. I'm just heartbroken. I've tried and done so much for both of them- but alot for HER. I've tried to help her understand some things that she herself told me no one taught her- said her parents were drug abusers (they are) and were physically violent with each other when she grew up. I've truly done my best to be as impartial to all of this- be the calm voice, the voice of reason- my only concern is the baby. After that mess last night- I made that call. I had to. She terrifies me. I'm scared to DEATH that something will happen to that sweet innocent child. I can tell you that I have cut my son out of my life at points for my own sanity (thanks to you all last summer)- but i'm not willing to cash in my cards with this child. I'm not.