3 to 4  years ago a family friend fell on some hard times and needed some additional help with her children

they reached out to my parents to assist to be able to Foster her child she got back on her feet my family and their family have known each other for decades so my parents came off as very trusting and understanding. Over a few months, my mother cared for their daughter and eventually at some point approach me and had me fill out some paperwork in case something happens to her, either myself or my sister would then care for the baby. Now I know that my mother was sick and we were briefly having a somewhat civil relationship at some point so I agreed. My mother had it in her mind that she was going to take this child and adopt this child as her own.

another little girl?

This alarmed me and at some point, the caseworker reached out to me, I had no doubt in my mind that my parents would keep the babies safe and protected my concern was more so when she got older and begin to process things and have thoughts and feelings and begin to speak.  I did express that to the caseworker I did not go into details about my childhood but I did just advise her I had those concerns.

The “Adoption”

Now with the mother’s testimony, with the actions of my mother, this is what prompted the caseworker to start this process. Also, my mother would call the caseworker as if she was her best friend and just ramble and talk that also sent an alert with the caseworker. now that on top of the mother’s story and on top of what I stated they decided at that time along with my mother becoming sick and being admitted to the hospital that their home was no longer a good fit. When I tell you my mother was livid and she took that exact opportunity to go through our family to tell them about what I did how I was the reason that the baby was taken away not holding herself accountable on the fact that she was dishonest about her health not along with the fact of her underhandedly trying to steal the child not the fact that she was doing everything that was a complete opposite of what was in the best interest of the child and everything in the best interest of herself was the reason that the little girl was taken.

She did not speak to me again for another year after this

when my children came down to Texas to visit and she begged me to allow them to be a part of her life because at this point my ex-husband’s family knew what my children look like things are birthdays the new everything that you would know about your family member and one of the things that I thought was an exceptional point what’s that they made it in their interest to learn everything about my children even when they’re miles and miles away they always made a point to make them feel special. This summer my mother wanted to kids to come over so the kids came over and they visited maybe about the second day my daughter Chloe decided that she no longer wanted to go over there I didn’t understand why Chloe didn’t tell me why I didn’t find out until a whole year later that the reason why Chloe stopped going was that my mother called her a fat bitch.

An Ugly Disease

so my mother was unhappy at the fact that my daughter was no longer wanted to go over to the house and then the day that it all blew up my kids watch my mother verbally assault me and attempt to assault me before she was stopped by me and I gave her a warning that if she put her hands on me she would not be able to get back up. when I got home with the kids that e night I had to go into details about my childhood because unbeknownst to me; my mother I told my children lies painting me out to be a bad guy and they had so many questions that of course, I had not had an opportunity to sit down and talk with him about because I wanted to wait until they got to a point of their life but they would definitely understand why I waited.

So here I am being forced to tell my story to my children

and hoping that they understand exactly why I am the way I am and then having to also explain to them that their grandmother is bipolar and these are going to be so cancer dances that happened throughout the point of us knowing her and I will do my due diligence to protect them at this point I need to realize my kids are smarter than I thought they were and they totally understood where I was coming from that you understood with the bipolar moment and they also have eyes that they never wanted to see her again until she got her stuff together understandable. So I didn’t speak to my mother again almost two years later.