LADIEEEEEES AND GEN-TLE-MEN, AND CHILDREN OF ALLLLLLLL AGES,
Welcome to the greatest show on earth! My life!
I'll bet you were wondering what ever became of a certain psychotic's claim that my children ate nothing but banana bread, since a phone call is never the end of it. As one might surmise, a visit from some local authority was practically destiny.
It still took me by surprise.
9:45 or so this morning my doorbell rang, and I expected a neighbor when I opened the door. "Hi, my name's Peggy, I'm with the Child Protection Services! We received a complaint that your children are starving and eating only banana bread, may I come in?"
Now, I had offered something like that to my ex, but she'd apparently declined, owing to a lack of actual concern for her child. She's delegating her parental obligations to the local CPS branch. Can't say as I'm impressed.
I want to rant, to scream, and to call BH and cry on his shoulder about this. My former sister-in-law abandoned her kids, and still had a chance at keeping them, but that's the deep south. I'm in the middle of no-man's land with little support outside of wife and kids.
What I think Satan wanted was for us to be taken to court and have children removed from us... Ultraboy would naturally go with the wonderful caregiver that was sitting in the courtroom weeping over the plight of the children (because she cares about all children... even child molesters). This didn't happen.
Peggy looked at our pantry and kitchen, frowning at the mess but noting that we obviously had plenty of food. She interviewed the kids, save the littlest, and came to talk to me and the missus.
She talked pleasantly about our situation, since we aren't that badly off. "Whoever filed this report, and I can't say names, clearly didn't have all the facts."
"Oh, we know who filed."
"Who do you think filed it?"
And so the explanation of Satan and the banana bread came forth. It was nice to get some of that off my chest, how the woman wouldn't listen to the truth and that even her own son had laughed at her over-the-top reaction.
"There is something else here... we didn't respond to it earlier, but I thought I'd ask you about this report that UB..."
"Does this involve a concussion," I asked.
"Noooo..." and I could hear her storing that one for questioning. I'll probably hear about it on a future visit. And there will be more.
"It involves sexual molestation. We didn't respond because you were notifying the school that it had occured, which is appropriate action, but I want some more information."
Admittedly, it would be delicious if the princess of darkness got a visit from CPS on a day that Jerry's kid was there with Ultraboy and she and Jerry were out on a date. One could only hope that I could sit in the back of the court for that hearing.
but I doubt I'd be crying.
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Yes you would, because Satan and her advocate would find a way to convince the court that it was all your (or my) fault that she had left her son with a confessed child molester. But someday she will have to answer to a higher court, and then there'll be weeping.
What a bitch. Sorry...this is the word.
Let her file all of those false claims. It will illustrate the point the next time she attempts to get custody. Make sure you read the report carefully though. If they mention the crumbs on the counter, be prepared for more home inspections. She'll invent a situation just hoping to catch the house a little less than clean. I'd still send her a loaf of banana bread so she gets that you know it was her.
BTW, I could live on your banana bread for weeks. Vitamins, carbs, moist dense texture. Who wouldn't love that?
Yeah, and now we can live on our zucchini bread. Yum!
Seriously, though, whenever she files a report like that, she does it to make us look bad-- counting on the "where there's smoke, there's fire" logic to prevail. That is, we wouldn't be accused of all these horrible things if we weren't guilty of *something* bad.
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