Yeah, Anne seemed super nice, and she was totally excited that she gets to foster Kailee. She loved the little nursery we set up, and so Michelle offered her this wooden sign I made to hang above the crib - a pinkThis time you have the benefit of knowing Li’l K is going to good home.
Might be. I hadn't thought of that. The back of my shoulders are "normally" all tensed up. They haven't been since that Rx was filled. Michelle noticed it bc she gives me back rubs, but I didn't put it together.Also, Cymbalta is an anti-depressant. I have tense muscles when I'm depressed, or especially anxious, and that gives me actual physical pain. Do you think there is an element of that?
Beautiful, Murr. To be loved like that is a wonderful dream! Would love to experience that even at the age I am. You both are blest to have found each other! Congrats and many more years together to come.Happy Anniversary, Sweetheart.
Wow. It’s been a whole year. Feels like 10. In a good way. We’ve been through quite a lot together. There was that 3-day argument over washing the kitchen garbage bins vs just wiping them down the way I’ve done it for like 50 years, and in all that time not a single garbage bin collapsed under the weight of filth. I don’t spend $100 a year on bin liners for no reason. But hey, I’ll wash the stupid garbage bin twice a week…can’t be a bad thing.
Anyway, it's been a memorable year, hasn’t it? A year of really getting to know each other intimately. I know your dreams and goals, your inner self, your strengths and your fears. You know why I sometimes wear socks to bed (thank you for the two-dozen new pairs, by the way). And you knew I was lying to myself about never wanting to marry again. My mistake for judging all women byall the onesthe few I dated.
Who knew I’d meet Miss Right at my age? Who knew I wouldn’t grow old alone here in my lonely little apartment, yelling at the people upstairs, “Turn it down, dammit! You call that music?”
I still can’t believe it sometimes. Can’t believe I actually fell in love a year ago, and it's the real deal. And I fall in love with you all over again every time I look at you, every time you walk through the door or pass through a room, every time I hear your voice.
Thank you for saving me, Meesh.
Forever Yours,
Frank
After finding some failures and discrepancies, the new caseworker is going over all 3 kids' cases with a fine tooth comb. And that's great, but Grandma said CPS is skeptical of Paxton's abuse allegations because he has no injuries - none that the foster mom can't explain. That's why I need to talk to them. I know what the deal is. He WAS physically abused by his mom, but mostly the abuse is emotional and verbal. How does a 4yr-old articulate that? He doesn't even know those are abuse. He thinks it has to be hitting.@Murrmurr .. they see their mother for 3 hrs. unsupervised, every weekday?! What the!!!???
Good for Paxton for reporting the abuse. He's a strong boy. He's going to be okay.
Now, the new caseworker has to get his/her act together![]()
Thank you, Hon. We went out and had a terrific dinner at the Texas Roadhouse and an exceptionally fun evening at home.Happy 1st Anniversary to the Murrs.
So nearly 3 weeks and 5 voicemails later, I finally got a call from the new caseworker's supervisor, Patty.After finding some failures and discrepancies, the new caseworker is going over all 3 kids' cases with a fine tooth comb. And that's great, but Grandma said CPS is skeptical of Paxton's abuse allegations because he has no injuries - none that the foster mom can't explain. That's why I need to talk to them. I know what the deal is. He WAS physically abused by his mom, but mostly the abuse is emotional and verbal. How does a 4yr-old articulate that? He doesn't even know those are abuse. He thinks it has to be hitting.
So I really need to talk to them.
I'm so sorry and angry for you Frank! What the hell is wrong with these people. One can only hope they know what they're doing, that maybe the mom has been rehabilitated. I pray that's so.So nearly 3 weeks and 5 voicemails later, I finally got a call from the new caseworker's supervisor, Patty.
There's a hearing this coming Thursday, and Paxton and the twins will be given back to their mom.
CPS's policy is to call you back within 48 business hours. You hear that recording every time you leave a message. I suspect the caseworker didn't want to talk to me because she didn't want any "noise"...no info that would make reunification unjustified.
Still, I told Patty about his mom's physical abuse and she said that was interesting. I asked if his mom has an apartment or rental home yet and she said that was confidential. I asked why I'm not allowed any contact with Paxton and she said she'd look into it. I managed to keep a clean mouth and she thanked me for calling.
Child Protective Services does not protect children, it turns them into sociopaths and monsters. Sometimes it kills them.
CPS is a scam and a danger to children. I despise CPS.
So much potential gone, happiness unlikely, self-confidence crushed. Paxton will grow up an angry, resentful person.
My boy's future is f***ed and I'm absolutely heart-broken.
a) Yes, she is, and, b) I think she will, but I haven't heard from her much the past few months.Is the Grandmother still in the picture? Will she have access to them, so she can let you know how Paxton is?
I would hold onto it also. You never know about the future. I still have hope that you will have time with him again. I still keep y'all in my prayers, Murr.a) Yes, she is, and, b) I think she will, but I haven't heard from her much the past few months.
All of Paxton's toys, his art supplies, computer tablet, movies, CDs, and his tricycle and bed are here. I sent all his clothes to his foster mother some time ago, and his grandmother took a few things. I'm going to hang onto this stuff until....actually, I'm not sure for how long. Maybe his mother will want some of it, maybe his grandma will.
Most of it's neatly arranged in an alcove of our bedroom, below the stars and big moon he and I made for that wall. The rest is in our closet.
I can't bring myself to just get rid of it. I'm not there yet. And maybe he'll want some of it at some point.