Warning: If you're looking for a dating update, it's below. If you wanna feel happy and fuzzy, read below. THIS is badness at it's worst.
Second Warning: VERY obscene language is used in this post. Sorry, it's necessary.
And, by the way, the sweet genteel lady you have come to know and love is NOT in this post.
My next blog may be posted from the pokey, kids.
I'm probably going to jail.
Reconcile yourselves to this fact.
Though, I really dare the mutherfucker to press charges.
I punched one of my kids dad's this morning.
I punched the fuck out of him.
And I'm no light weight.
I hope it hurt like a son-of-a-bitch.
No, it wasn't professional.
Yes, it was ill-advised.
BUT I WAS SO ANGRY.
D. came into therapy this morning happy as always.
We were playing and having fun, per usual.
Then I targetted his goal of Naming Body Parts.
I touched his Nose - He said Nose.
I touched his Ear - He said Ear.
I touched his Shoulder - He said Elbow. Wrong.
I touched his Tummy - He said OUCH and started crying.
I raised up his shirt.
On his stomach and chest were 6 cigarette burns.
And, yes, they were cigarette burns. I KNOW WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE! I've had kids with them before. This THIS is what I hate about my job.
I get the center director.
We call the father - the guardian of the child.
The mom's completely out of the picture.
She's in jail.
Dad's the only person the baby's ever with (baby - 21 months old).
I'm praying, hoping that the marks are from someone else.
But they're still the dad's fault.
He's supposed to keep this baby safe.
Dad shows up.
We talk to him.
It's OBVIOUS that he did it.
He yells at the director that we're not supposed to be looking under his clothes. Calls us perverts and pedophiles (big word for this guy).
I tell him that I've already called children's services and he should expect a visit shortly.
We can't LEGALLY keep the child, but I don't want him leaving with his dad.
He's in my arms.
Dad reaches for him.
I tell him to back off.
Dad says "Give me my damn kid, bitch."
I put D. down and give the stare of death to this idiot.
He reaches behind me for D. again.
I move to block him.
He tries to push me out of the way.
I stand my ground.
He goes outside.
I finish what I need to do, grab my stuff, talk with the director and make certain D. won't be released to his custody until DHS arrives and then move out the door.
D's dad is waiting for me.
"It ain't your concern what I do with my kid, bitch."
"Bitch, I'm talkin to you."
He reaches out and grabs my left arm.
I draw back my right arm and punch the fuck out of him.
He yells, let's go of me and screams "You did it now, bitch! I'm filin charges. You gonna be arrested."
"Great." and I get in my vehicle and leave.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?????????