Sunday, October 25, 2015

"No Labels...just Life" blog: A Single Mom Vents

I've been in San Diego for four hours trying to get my son's dad to let me get him and he won't let me. He's not supposed to have him as much as he does, after all his years of drinking and using drugs. But he's dying of congestive heart failure, and since he's been testing clean for the past year, despite what his mom and I thought was evidence otherwise just a few weeks ago (it was a scare, but a false alarm), I'm trying to do a good thing by giving them time together now. Originally, a year ago, I gave him weekends contingent upon him having clean drug and breathalyzer tests, but, this summer I was blessed to find an amazing place to work in town (which is REALLY hard to come by, especially something completely magical like the place I found), and Louie's dad doesn't work because he gets money from his tribe, but I, of course, need to, like most of us. So, after months of working really hard and doing the absolute best job I can, I finally feel comfortable about asking for Sundays off so I can see my son, since I know I'm a valued employee, and seeing my son on Sundays fulfills me and motivates me and keeps me pumped up for another week of working hard. But his dad's being so completely unreasonable and made this trip totally worthless, and why? "He has to finish his homework and isn't doing it, so I'm not gonna reward him by letting him see you." I'm just trying to stop crying in my car outside a coffee shop in Barrio Logan. I'm listening to Christian radio songs and that helps a little, but I'm about to come back to Fallbrook completely defeated. Someone once told me that this kind of stuff belongs on a blog, not Facebook, so that's why I started this blog in the first place. So here it is...and now I'm gonna share this on Facebook (in yo' FACE, lol).

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