At least, I think it's #4. I've seriously lost count. It's been years of the same crap over and over again. I think it's part of life for me. My ex is such a jerk, and no matter what he does, he will never get better. The man needs a personality transplant. And since those are not available, maybe a lobotomy.
So, the social worker was here. He just left. He interviewed the children for an hour. He's going to call my ex tomorrow. Let's see what happens. But judging by the past, I'm not optimistic at all. If nothing else, this is just going to piss him off more, which means the kids are even more at risk.
The therapist called them. I agreed with her decision (don't have much of a choice). And to be honest, it's probably for the best. Best case scenario, the children will have CAS supervised visits. That would be really great. Worse case scenario, they do nothing. That would really bite.
Kids are stressed. I'm stressed. Haven't been sleeping for an entire week. God help me.
Sometimes I just hate my life.
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