My dear sweet children were taken from me because I couldn't work with their father to effectively parent or keep the house clean. He was abusive, and by the time I got him to finally leave, he had managed to get the kids put back in foster care, the clock had run out, and my parental rights were terminated, even though I got a divorce and did everything I was supposed to. My only hope now is that my kids are adopted by someone who will let them have some contact with me, or at least that they will someday find their way home.
I wish I was something big and scary like a grizzly bear or a T-Rex, but instead I'm more like a deer or a rabbit, always scared and defenseless.
Topics I've participated in:
|Blog entry||Mothers with mental disabilities?||3||1 year 11 weeks ago|
|Blog entry||How am I supposed to say good-bye?||34||1 year 33 weeks ago|
|Poll||Did your parents ever get rid of a pet they didn't like?||9||5 years 39 weeks ago|
|Article||Adoption Language: Forever Families||15||6 years 44 weeks ago|
|Blog entry||Second Annual Demons of Adoption Award Nominations||8||6 years 45 weeks ago|