You were taken 4 years ago today

You were 8 months old. I haven't seen you in 3 years or so, other than random pics I find of you on facebook until I fucked that up.

My husband beat me, neighbors called the cops. They came with social services, who said that it wasn't safe for a baby. They wanted to hold you while I packed a bag for you. I told them to go fuck themselves, I could do it myself.

8 days later I finally got to go to court to get you back. The appointed lawyer said that they would probably make us go through marriage counseling before you could come home, but you would be home withing the next month. Went into the judges chambers with my lawyer and there you sat, with your foster family and your "grandparents" (who you live with now) who didn't want anything to do with you until they saw the pay check you brought.

The judge agreed it was an unsafe place because my husband hit me, they agreed on charging me with "Child Neglect And Abuse" for putting you in a dangerous house hold with an abuser (even though you were never hurt, not once).

Small town bull shit. There has yet been anyone who would listen to my case, to help me. I was alone, with a child, in an abusive relationship and you took the only thing I had. No one offering advice on how to get out when you had no where to go. Everyone took advantage of me because I was a "stupid city girl" in a snall stupid hill billy town.