I know that sounds terrible. Let me explain. As if I don't already have 5 billion things to worry about, the court appointed advocate arrived at our house unannounced at 3:30pm. We had just pulled in from running to the gas station. The kids were in play clothes, the house was a total wreck, and I was crying. Well, I cried when I saw him because I thought I had locked my keys in my car. I got a ladder and climbed in my bedroom window only to find out that I had apparently already gone inside the house as soon as we got home and put my keys in their spot. The front door wasn't locked. I wasn't locked out. Enter, Weston having episodes. Dumb CASA man thinking Weston was being ornery. Right buddy, blueness and shaking are clearly signs of a crazy child. He then comes in and yapped a bit about the most random crap I have ever heard. He looked at the house. Then, the kicker, he tells me I should call Abby's father and invite him (crackhead), his girlfriend (crackhead), and her 2 kids that she doesn't have custody of over for a playdate. How freaking stupid are people? I mean, while I am at it, I should just go ahead and take the kids to the local jail and let them have overnight visits. NO THANK YOU! I rarely say anything about Abby's dad but it will be a cold day in hell before he gets her. He has never shown 1 moment of interest except to kidnap her in January.
Adam and I are not bad parents and I just don't understand why the court wants to make our lives terrible. We have jumped through hoops of fire to keep Abby. The court system is so screwed up. Truly, the best thing for Abby would be for us to move as far away from her parents as we can and not leave a forwarding address.
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