Not that anyone is asking

This time you have the benefit of knowing Li’l K is going to good home.
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 pink ❤️ with kind of a fancy letter K on it - and she said "Oh, I'd love that!"

Kailee's caseworker said Anne has a nice 3-br house with a fenced yard. Anne called us when she got home just to say they made it there safely and she thanked us again. Couldn't be a better outcome for Li'l K.
 
I've decided not to have another back surgery. The new Rx, Cymbalta, is working pretty well so I figured Why go through surgery again?

I'm on a real low dose right now but I see my PCP in a few days and I'll ask her about gradually increasing the Cymbalta and decreasing the Norco. She'll probly do that. If she does, then, in a couple months or so, I'll find out if the Cymbalta is working well because I take it with the Norco, or if it will work just as well alone.

Since I started taking Cymbalta, I haven't had even one foot cramp. I experienced a few onsets, but not the full-blown, excruciating, foot-distorting cramps I was suffering through up to 4 or 5 times a day. Also my legs haven't been twitching as much.
 
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?
 
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?
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.
 
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 by all the ones the 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
 
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 by all the ones the 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
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.
 
Paxton will be 4 next month. He’ll have been living with his foster family for just over a year, He lived with me for a few months shy of 3 years before court ordered him to go live with his mother. He lived with her for about 8 months; long enough to know he’s miserable living with her.

After 3 months she kind of didn’t like living with him, either. So she started bringing him to me every weekend. The first time she brought him over, as he walked up to me, the look on Paxton’s face tore my heart up. His expression, in fact, his whole body said, “Please don’t make me do that again.” And on Monday, when I reminded him that his mom would be picking him up that evening, he screamed “No, No, NO!” and begged me to let him stay. “Please, Unca Pwank, please!”

I seriously considered grabbing him up and running. I’ve got a brother in Colorado, a nephew in Kentucky, a dear friend in Kansas and one all the way over in England. And I was single at the time, and no detective could have found out about the friends in Kansas and England. I considered it again when Paxton started showing up every weekend with bruises and scratches, first on his face and head, and then all over his body.

But I’d go to prison for abduction if I did get caught, and what good would I be to him then? So I did what the law requires; I reported his injuries and his Monday freakouts to his CPS worker. But as far as I can tell, she didn’t do what the law requires. But Paxton’s father did. One evening, after pushing Mom off of Paxton, scooping Paxton up and taking him into a bedroom and locking the door, Dad called the police. Mom tested positive for meth that night, CPS took custody of Paxton and his younger twin siblings, and Dad got 90 days in prison for "physical violence against Mom" :mad:

That was July last year, and Paxton and the twins have been with the same foster family ever since. They see their mother for a 3hr unsupervised visit every weekday after preschool. Paxton will be 4 next month. His grandmother told me that he reported his mother for abuse a few weeks ago. He told his preschool teachers and his therapist.

I’ve left a message with his new caseworker 3 times over the past week and a half. They’re supposed to call you back within 48 hrs. I’m still waiting for that forkin’ call. I just left a message with the director of CPS.
 
@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 :mad:
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.
 
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.
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.
 
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.
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.

I'm sorry I missed your anniversary my friend, but in spite of this news about Paxton, I am happy for you and Michelle. I loved that letter you wrote!

Don't lose hope for Paxton's future. Maybe it will work out. 🌹
 
Is the Grandmother still in the picture? Will she have access to them, so she can let you know how Paxton is?
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.
 
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.
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.
 


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