Some thing I'll never understand...
Can anyone tell me how a two and a half year old boy can wake up in the morning with a broken leg? Anyone at all? I have no answer for that, but apparently by nephews dumb ass bitch of a mom says that she doesn't know how it happened. My brother has visitation rights to his son and gets him every Wednesday from 5-9. So he calls me today and says that my nephew was fine when he dropped him off to her at 9 last night. But this morning he gets a call from the fat ass dumb whore that gave birth to his son and says that he needs to meet them at the hospital because my nephew woke up and his leg was all swelled and he wouldn't let anyone touch it. But apparently she doesn't know what happened. She took him to the doctor and the doctor told them to go to the hospital because he has a fracture. HOW THE FUCK DOES A TWO YEAR OLD BOY FRACTURE HIS LEG?! It just doesn't make sense to me! Something is happening to this child and no one cares! Not his mother, not Child Protective Services, not the cops, not the lawyers. No one gives a shit except the side of the family that loves him and DOESN'T want him to be in danger. So much has happened to this child since he's been born that it hurts me so much. When my brother called me and told me this, I could do nothing except cry. It really hurts because I'm so far away from being home and there's nothing I can do. Just sit and wait to hear what is happening with this. This kid would be much better off in my brothers care, but of course, the court rules in favor of the mother. And even though, in this case, the mother doesn't care about him and has a dead beat boyfriend. And who the two of which have moved seven times in a months time. Something isn't adding up...
I just hope that something is done to remove my poor nephew from this dumb bitch's care. He deserves to live with his father. He adores my brother. This is making me cry just typing it and thinking about how much pain my nephew must be in. Thinking about him screaming and crying because his leg is fucking fractured/broke. Maybe this will open everyone's eyes and they will see that this boy is not in good care with her. And her fucking attorney is a jackass. He keeps telling the judge that this is nothing, kids get bruises all the time. (We have documented photographs of when this all started and he came over our house with bruises, red marks, and what looked like belt lashes on his back, neck, and arms). But according to her lawyer, they don't mean anything. What is it going to take for her and the attorney and the judge and everyone else who isn't doing anything to take some action? Are they going to wait until my nephew is dead because his stupid ass mother can't take care of him? I don't want to wait that long! I want something to be done about this now!
And now I'm sitting not knowing what is going on back home at the hospital with all of this. Awaiting phone calls. Watching my phone, hoping it rings and hoping its good news. I hate this feeling. This makes me want to go home this weekend even more. This is tearing me up inside.
I just hope that something is done to remove my poor nephew from this dumb bitch's care. He deserves to live with his father. He adores my brother. This is making me cry just typing it and thinking about how much pain my nephew must be in. Thinking about him screaming and crying because his leg is fucking fractured/broke. Maybe this will open everyone's eyes and they will see that this boy is not in good care with her. And her fucking attorney is a jackass. He keeps telling the judge that this is nothing, kids get bruises all the time. (We have documented photographs of when this all started and he came over our house with bruises, red marks, and what looked like belt lashes on his back, neck, and arms). But according to her lawyer, they don't mean anything. What is it going to take for her and the attorney and the judge and everyone else who isn't doing anything to take some action? Are they going to wait until my nephew is dead because his stupid ass mother can't take care of him? I don't want to wait that long! I want something to be done about this now!
And now I'm sitting not knowing what is going on back home at the hospital with all of this. Awaiting phone calls. Watching my phone, hoping it rings and hoping its good news. I hate this feeling. This makes me want to go home this weekend even more. This is tearing me up inside.