James was here for about two hours.
My fiancé, that is.
He got his truck fixed and came to see me. He was pissed off because…
…and I’m cringing at even writing this…
His mother? She’s taking care of his two nephews (Amir, who’s 4, and Jacob, who’s 1 ½) while his sister Shayla is working.
Shayla’s the worst fucking parent ever. Neglectful and abusive as hell towards her boys.
But she doesn’t come by it strangely.
James came to me in a rage because his mother had been HITTING the boys. Not to mention her abuse of the puppy she bought just a few months ago!
When he confronted her about all of it, she told him to shut the fuck up because he doesn’t know anything about parenting.
EXCUSE YOU, YOU SANCTIMONIOUS BITCH?! YOU DON’T NEED TO HAVE KIDS YOURSELF TO KNOW HITTING THEM, YELLING AT THEM AND NEGLECTING THEM IS SERIOUSLY FUCKING WRONG!
I can tolerate her talking shit about me behind my back. Fine, it’s whatever. I’m a big girl. I can take it.
But hurting a harmless baby animal and two helpless, small children?!
If you ever see my mugshot on TV with text that I’ve been accused of murder, you’ll know why.
I AM NOT OKAY WITH THIS. I WILL NEVER BE OKAY WITH THIS.
James and I are going to do our damnedest over this year to make it possible so we can claim legal guardianship of those kids, and take the fucking dog too.
1) Expunge his juvenile record.
2) Get financially stable enough to support the kids.
3) Contact social fucking services, and contest Shayla’s right to her kids.
4) Blacklist his mother from ever seeing her grandchildren again.
5) Take the fucking dog away too.
We will save those boys. We just need a little time.
In the meantime, I will be raging over this.