I didn’t loose my kids

I must apologize for the last several posts. As I fight through my depression on the whole thing, I realize that I have not been all that clear as to what has been going on.

First. I did not loose my children. I might not be the best mom in the world but at least my kids have a fighting chance with me.

Second. The children in question are my cousin Georges daughter's kids. She lost them to the system over a year ago. She was partaking on questionable activities and her son, then 3, was; outside alone, in the street, with a steak knife, in the middle of the night, on several occasions. The neighbor who called the police on the situation had reported that it was not the first time and instead of getting the children safely back inside he choose to call the police.

Third – After the kids were in foster care for a year they were granted to my Cousin and his cuntfaceddouchebagnogoodbitch of a wife (and that is putting it nicely.) When Geo was down here, I don't know what went on up there, as they did not come and visit much. He would come down occasionally with the little girl. Geo made several ugly comments about me and basically burned his bridge. When he went back to NY to work (seasonal worker) I started to get the kids and bring them down here for a few hours here and there.

Fourth – There were things that just were not right and I couldn't put my finger on it. The kids were not physically abused But there was something going on. They ate an abnormal amount, they flinched when you hugged or kissed them, and they got defensive when you called any names. Let me qualify that remark. I often pick on my 9 year old in language that is used in her cartoons. Like Lilo and Stitch, Lilo says a lot, "You stupid head…" so when I pick on MY daughter and say something like that it is taken out of context and used like… when she walks into a wall and I might say something like, "Are you practicing to be a stupid head?" And little boy would get mad and sometimes strike at me and other times just yell at me stuff like, "Amanda is not a stupid head. I am the retarded idiot bastard." And it took patience (which anymore is like growing a third eye for me) but with perseverance and patience I convinced him he was not what he had listed.

Fifth – When the cuntfaceddouchebagnogoodbitch was here like to pick up the kids, I noticed (but did not piece it together until to late) that she spoke ill of the kids TO ADULTS (it is one thing to talk like that about someone who is an adult and can understand the frustration) but I really just thought she was blowing off steam to me or my aunt and I did not think (or want to believe) that she was actually calling a 3 and 4 year old that stuff.

Lastly – to make a long story short, she was, and she was not feeding them right. As a family unit we invested a lot of time and money into taking care of these kids, ONCE we realized what was going on. Meantime, Missy went back to court and was granted custody of her kids because she had completed all the things that CPS said she had to do. They didn't look at things like she is shacked up in a trashy trailer with a black man and they didn't follow up to see she quit her job moments after she went to court and was granted custody. When she told her mother, Karina wasted no time at making these children feel wanted. She took down the swingset and packed it in the truck, packed all of their clothes (except two outfits) and all their toys (except a few). Oh and that was the day she found out Missy had custody of the kids. The kids spent another two weeks dirty and living in two outfits. Little boy told me one day that he had to drink water out of the toilet because his grandmother had locked them in their room because little girl had pooped her diaper.

*SIGH*

I am sorry I have been morbidly depressed and not very clear on my posts. My kids are fine. They are well rounded, well advanced, well behaved, and happy little brats. I can call my kids brats! I am not telling them that to their faces. They get a bath almost every night. They eat three meals a day and are allowed to 'graze' the rest of the day. They have room to play and are loved. Even when they are bad and looking down the barrel of punishment… they are loved. Did I mention that they are loved? They are happy.