August 01, 2019

There was a meeting with 2 women from the Children’s Aid. I consider that to be the worst day of my life. They wanted custody of my kids and I had no choice but to agree to it. I had been “sentenced” to 30 days in the nuthouse. I am not sure if it was before or after the CAS that my sister [she was bipolar and is now deceased] brought my kids out and we had a meeting with a very large, very nasty social worker. All of us crammed into a very small office. My kids were both staying with separate friends of theirs and mine. However, my sister wanted custody of them. I did not want them to go to my sisters for various reasons. The Social worker was determined they should live with my sister and at some point along the way she said “well if you ask me, this person [pointing at my 16 year old daughter] is the smartest person in the room”. I don’t remember what I said to her but it certainly wasn’t nice. Her last words to me were “your kids are going to your sisters and I don’t care if you like it or not!!”

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