Supervision

I know I should have updated on this last week, but I am still so mad about it that I could spit nails.  Whatever that means.  Sounds painful.

So.  What happened is...Nick's mother doesn't have to answer for keeping him from us all those days, for keeping Nick out of school to keep us away from him, or for filling his head with lies.  But we have to have supervised visitation, all based on HER word that he was in danger with us.  Pardon my French, but that is about the biggest pile of bullshit I have experienced in life.

We've had two visits with him now.  Four hours each.  Supervised.  And her lying self gets him the rest of the time, and now tells people "well, his dad did get visits, but at least they're supervised", as if WE were the ones who did something wrong and not her.

Life lesson for all boys and men...keep your thingamajig put away.  It'll cause a whole heap of trouble if you let it run around all willy nilly.  18 years of trouble, to be exact.  Only 7.5 left for us...joy.