Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?

It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything here. Life just got so chaotic and painful that I stopped writing. I’d like to start writing again but I feel I should give you an update, so here’s the condensed version:

Someone hit Bubba hard enough to leave bruises all over his back and buttocks. His daycare discovered it, called my ex-husband, Mr. Perfect, and he pulled Bubba out of school and took him to the doctor. The doctor called Child Protective Services and when they demanded to know who did it, Perfect fingered me.

The problem with that story was that I hadn’t had Bubba during the time that he was abused. It had to have been Perfect or his girlfriend Doppelganger.

This incident led to a big investigation by Child Protective Services. Everyone got interviewed, even my boyfriend Mr. Excitement who wasn’t living with me at the time because we had split up before this incident ever happened. Perfect hid Bubba out from me for a month, changing his school, moving to a new house and not answering his phone when I called. Eventually I figured out where Bubba went to school and showed up there with my divorce decree and a police officer to collect my son.

Perfect told the police officer that I had abused Bubba and the police officer believed him over me so I was still denied visitation. Eventually the caseworker came to my rescue and told Perfect that he had no right to be keeping Bubba from me and I was allowed my bi-monthly visits again. In the end, Perfect, Doppelganger, Excitement and I were all ordered to take parenting classes and the case was declared “Inconclusive” and closed.

I sold my rundown house that I had acquired in the divorce and moved back to Metropolis in November. I moved into a run down, crime ridden apartment because that was basically all I could afford. I don’t go outside after dark and I try to avoid speaking to anyone. My car has been broken into three times in three months and my apartment has been broken into once. Still, it’s all worth it because now that I’m back in the same city as my son, Perfect has to split custody with me half and half, as per the divorce decree.