Her sister, my other stepdaughter and her significant other immediately stepped up to take care of the John Wick don’t mess with my dog shirt. Their lives were made into a living hell. The relationship didn’t survive. So the young child came here. We were far enough away that the drop in drama wasn’t likely. We also hired a tiger of attorney to protect us, the child, and to hopefully reach the best possible outcome. Ie: Mom getting her shit together, getting the help she needed to put her child first. Our lives were turned upside down.
A traumatized child. Day care. A traumatized child. John Wick don’t mess with my dog shirt. A traumatized child. Home inspections. A traumatized child. Court in another state. A traumatized child. Therapy for all. My marriage almost didn’t make it. Our savings sure as hell didn’t make it. Mom, we believe, did get her shit mostly together. A plan to reunify child and mother was in place and moving forward. My mother in law just couldn’t stay out of it. She never asked me a damn thing. Just ran with the idea that mid 50’s year old me, who never had children of my own on purpose because of that whole 24/7, child comes first thing, suddenly decided I wanted someone else’s child instead of that early retirement and peaceful life I worked so hard for.