Tuesday, December 27, 2011
They're safe finally. My daughter and the baby are with an old friend from the old neighborhood. More on that later. My oldest granddaughter is with her father until Wednesday afternoon and he will bring her back to my daughter.
Saturday morning, I sat here with my coffee thinking about what to do next. I searched out the National Abuse Hotline. Called and told them the situation. They gave me the number for her local shelter. I gave it to her.
She wasn't able to call them until Sunday night. The mother called her over when dinner was ready. Had her make a plate and go back to the cold trailer by herself. That's when I got her to call. The shelter called the police to go get her. The police refused to take her. First because she didn't have a car seat for the 7 yr old. Then the excuse was because CPS was involved and told her to call her caseworker.
They made the boyfriend turn the furnace on and told him to get food in the place. Of course, he turned it back off the next morning.
CPS didn't open until this morning. Her worker told her that they couldn't do anything until that woman gave her a written eviction notice. This is the message I got on FB from my daughter as I was walking in the door to work. We both were flipping out.
On my first break, something told me to just call her and not bother with FB. My daughter told me our old friend from the old neighborhood was there and they were waiting for the police to get the baby for them. The friend lived across from us for years when both our kids were little. I hadn't spoken to her in 14 years until Friday night. She lives near my daughter.
They had to go directly to court. The judge granted my daughter temporary custody of the baby until January 3rd when they go back to court. I highly doubt anything will be decided then. He also told the boyfriend's mother she could file for custody of the baby.
That woman, who claims to care so much for that baby, gave my daughter only a couple outfits, a few diapers and one can of formula. Claims she doesn't know where the WIC checks are to get more.
Everything is back at the two trailers and my daughter doubts she will get any of their stuff back. She thinks they are probably destroying her things and throwing them out, as I type this.
She used the $75.00 in three gift certificates I sent them for Christmas, for necessities to get through the next couple days. I told her I would put some more money on the Wal-mart gift cards Friday morning when I get paid again.
Even though I know she's safe and my friend won't let anything happen to her. I don't feel safe. I feel like I'm still waiting for something to happen. Overwhelmed with what all that is going to be needed.
This has certainly been an annus horribilis for us. Would you think I'm crazy if I told you I have panic attacks as I leave for work every morning, worrying about what might happen to any of us? There is still four days left to this year.