Janna
New Member
in my office, an hour and a half before I leave to go to court, I feel very ill.
It's all anxiety. I'm getting ready to go into the pit of he*l with a bunch of people that think they know something and don't.
I'll have to sit there quietly and not say anything. I get my turn at the very, very end of the hearing, after everyone has said everything there is to say. Then, I have so much to say, so many lies to relate, so many truths he must know, I keep talking so long, the judge almost looks bored silly.
I have no idea what I want. I want my son to come home. That's what my heart wants, but my head knows better.
I despise the foster mother for ignorance. Allowing others to make her believe their stupid lies. The previous fosters were abusive. I'm a raging psychopath. My son is just so sweet and doesn't deserve what he's going through.
I get to have family counseling jammed down my throat again. Everyone insisting THIS is what is going to make it all better.
More lies.
Then more lies.
Then more manipulation.
Then a judge, who hasn't seen my son is 14 months, is going to make a decision.
My stomache is so sick. My head hurts. I cannot swallow, good for the diet I guess.
If I don't go, they will subpeona me. I don't want to go. I have to go.
If you've ever thought about putting your child in the system, read this post.
I will never, ever do this to Dylan. If he becomes a raging, stealing, lying, out of control maniac, I will deal with it before I put him in this system. Never again.
I cannot wait until this day is over :sad:
Janna
It's all anxiety. I'm getting ready to go into the pit of he*l with a bunch of people that think they know something and don't.
I'll have to sit there quietly and not say anything. I get my turn at the very, very end of the hearing, after everyone has said everything there is to say. Then, I have so much to say, so many lies to relate, so many truths he must know, I keep talking so long, the judge almost looks bored silly.
I have no idea what I want. I want my son to come home. That's what my heart wants, but my head knows better.
I despise the foster mother for ignorance. Allowing others to make her believe their stupid lies. The previous fosters were abusive. I'm a raging psychopath. My son is just so sweet and doesn't deserve what he's going through.
I get to have family counseling jammed down my throat again. Everyone insisting THIS is what is going to make it all better.
More lies.
Then more lies.
Then more manipulation.
Then a judge, who hasn't seen my son is 14 months, is going to make a decision.
My stomache is so sick. My head hurts. I cannot swallow, good for the diet I guess.
If I don't go, they will subpeona me. I don't want to go. I have to go.
If you've ever thought about putting your child in the system, read this post.
I will never, ever do this to Dylan. If he becomes a raging, stealing, lying, out of control maniac, I will deal with it before I put him in this system. Never again.
I cannot wait until this day is over :sad:
Janna