Calling out the Piecers

[dday101798]

I swear to goodness gracious there isn't much left that can go wrong as we are trying to do this.

On Tuesday I got a call from (x)W to please hurry 'home' and pick up S12 from "our house" where some 'woman' has been watching him in light of all the DCFS problems. The renter there has his 4 year old girl who is on the rather affectionate sideas most girls of that age, constantly 'hug me' or kissing on the cheek and what have you. So, I get this call that there was a 'inappropriate contact' between S12 and the girl and renter was upset and wanted him gone. Whatever, I pick him up and renter isn't even around nor does the person who alleges this happen come out and talk to me about it.

Wednesday in the afternoon, I get a call from (x)W that S12 was found with 'excessive amounts of money" on him at school again.

Then, later on, I get a call from S12 and the school that nobody, mainly the 'woman' who has been picking him up has been there to do so yet and it was already 45 minutes past his pick up time. So, I have to haul butt and turn a 40 minute commute into 25 all the while the school office attnedant is calling me every few minutes wanting to know how much longer it's going to take me to get there.

Anyway, I pick him up and all seems well. I finally get a hold of (x)W and she's libid apparently calls the 'woman' and reams her out a new one. I take S12 'home' for a 2 and 1/2 hour stale mate at the dining table asking him why he's acting the way he is, what the deal with the girl was and where he keeps getting all this money from. Of course, I get nothing.

So, after the 2 and 1/2 hour ordeal, (x)W gets home, says the 'woman' had S11 call her and tell that she doesn't work for (x)W anymore. (x)W starts to work on S12 a little bit since I didn't get anywhere, and then her phone beeps a message. It's OM wanting to know why the police are calling him about S12


That of course put me through the roof. But, in all fairness I allow her to call him to see what the heck is going on. She talks to him for a minute or so and the doorbell rings, it's the police, wanting to arrest S12 on allegations of sexual abuse to a child

We talk to the officer a bit as we've been dealing with him often and set things striaght that S12 is in 24/7 watch so he's basically under a house arrest as it is and all come to the conclusion that these allegations are retalitory against me, (x)W and ehr father for the uncertain fate of our house that they are all living in, using our stuff and not even paying the friggen rent they are supposed to as these charges prevent any of us from being there and making eviction by (x)FIL very difficult now.

What a bloody mess. We got a ton of paperwork from the social workers at school that prove our statement that S12, mentally can be anywhere from 6-8 then to 12 at any given time. And yes, he can be overly affectionate at times himself, but nothing to construe a danger to others.

What a crock of bull. Yet another "I told you so" with (x)W as I've been telling her for quite some time now that I wish she and the boys would just stay away from that house as I knew something would happen. Never would I have thought to this extreme tho.

I was pretty bitter when it was all said and done with (x)W that things are so effed up that the police go and call OM instead of me, his father. Actually I blew a gasket pretty hard core. And then I slipped and siad that I didn't appreciate her keeping ANY sort of contact from him quiet and that it really disturbs me that the last message received on her phone was from him, yet her sent folder is empty.

She did take it all in stride and understood where I was coming from. But I did tell her, I am at the end of rope with any involvement she has with him and especially that contact numbers and everything are all messed up.

So, S12 is going to have a 'interview' with the police, tonight I believe if the stupid renter wants to really persue this bullarchey and press charges.

What a mess.

Then yesterday, the dang truck we just got wouldn't start, missed work again working on that all mornign and appparently overdid myself. By the time I got done, I sat down to rest for a minute. The next thing I knew it was hours later and my chest was killing me. (x)W got in from work and said I didn't look well and to lay down. I did. And that was out cold again until (x)W woke me up late at night. Got up, had some soup and went right back to sleep.

I can't take much more of this. Why is it that the more we try to get things done, the more something pulls us back? We just want to run away already. Enough.

To top it off, Sunday is not only Valentine's day, but S12's birthday and we haven't gotten anything accomplished to that accord. I haven't the foggiest thing what to get (x)W at all, and with all the unpaid time off I've had lately, money is getting very sparce.

And such is life. I need a vacation.