First Off....

I am blogging about my own personal child custody story. A story of Hell and a lack of communication. It is also a story about the lack of rights for even the custodial parents and how abused women and children are treated in Canada.

There will be bits and pieces that are condensed for different reasons but usually it will be in order to not make the story too lengthy or confusing.

Once upon a time, I had security, love and attention. I had parents who loved me and my sisters very much. I was never hit, I never worried about anything and I felt so secure inside that little bubble. My dad vowed that no one would ever be able to hurt me. But my dad can't stop the evil things that happen because I am a grown up now, with my own children. Children I could not protect because I was "too stupid", according to authorities and child protection workers.

Everything I write is true but I will not use the real names of anyone. People have doubted the veracity of my story and when they do, I invite them to read the communications between me and my son's father or the many, many horrible court documents and the affidavits making accusations against me. I invite them to attend court with me and I even show them the documents from the child protections agency that have been served to me. Most of all, I like to show people that, although the child protection agency (Children's Aid) has sent both myself and my ex-common-law husband apology letters, they still visit when my ex calls them. They still invade my home and ask me humiliating questions. Even after I graduated from college as a Social Services Worker and started attending university as a Psychology major.

You may wonder what I am hiding. People ask me that. "Are you hiding something? Anything? This doesn't just happen to good parents or good people!" But I am not leading a double life. I am not abusing my children. And I live a good, clean life. I let my ex (the one terrorizing me) even dictate my life to the point I kicked my husband of several years out of my house. I am willing to do anything for my children. Anything.