A Road to Hell

A couple of nights after Carl took Anthony overnight, I called and said I wanted him to send Anthony back home. I was told a few things. First of all, I was called a "f***ed up bitch who didn't deserve any children". I was told that he was going to fight me for custody and that he had called the police and CAS, who told him to keep my son from me to "protect him" from a "dangerous person". I got called every name possible, yelled at and sworn at. Then Carl said, "Anthony f***ing hates you and never wants to speak to you again. Do not call here, you will be arrested." I called back after he hung up. Shortly after, the police and CAS showed up at my door. CAS brought the police because "the caller" (CARL) told the CAS worker that I was very dangerous. It was not the same worker I'd had in the past. She had moved away and shortly before she did, she had closed my case. This was an older woman and she was rude and bossy. She wanted to see my medications. All I take is thyroid medication but she insisted I was on all of these psychiatric drugs and I needed to show her NOW. I had just moved (again) and she wanted me to move furniture because dressers in the kids' rooms were not right against the walls and the beds were near the windows. She had me move a dresser with her although I told her I am prone to sciatica. (I wound up in ER with sciatica the next morning and had to take an unpaid leave from work for three weeks).

I went and got a lawyer. I couldn't do anything about the police and CAS but I might be able to get to see my son. Well, I didn't see my son again until October. In the meantime, my second oldest daughter, Haley moved in with Carl and Anna as well. They were buying her things and letting her do whatever she wanted. So, I had Janelle at home and she was pretty depressed. Everyone was gone and Mom and Dad (as she referred to Daniel as) were sad. Daniel went through a very serious depression and was given all sorts of antidepressants and sleeping pills. I was unable to bear the pain and I cried all the time.

We got a court date in October and Carl was ordered to send Anthony and Haley home. He tried to refuse but they were home in mid-October. My son cried a lot, he was clinging to me, having nightmares and wetting the bed. I was so unsure what to do and the CAS worker was STILL on my ass. I made complaints and they fell on deaf ears. I was so busy trying to get my family back to normal that I lost my job. The job I had held for six years. Daniel wasn't working due to his stress level, I had no job, the kids were a wreck and my landlord was Carl's boss. He ordered us to move out.