Just hollering out into cyber-space to see if anyone else has one. I really don't think I can handle it but it turns out I have no choice but to. He (call him A) is 10 years old, and I have two sons 3 (call him H) and 18mo's (call him E).
He has done nearly every horrible thing imaginable, especially towards H. The cliff notes: tried to feed him dog feces, tried to feed him used motor oil, whispered to him that he was evil and stupid and that no one likes him, dropped a boulder on his toe smashing it which required surgery, tried to get him to pick up a red hot bolt that migrated into our campfire, etc. etc. culminating into sexual abuse four months ago. I don't know why I feel like I have to list what I was up to during those incidences, but I do so here goes in order: peeing, unloading camping gear from the truck into the shed where the used oil was, peeing, talking to the contractor, taking camping chairs out of the truck to bring to the fire, paying bills and repeatedly saying to my husband, "They're being too quiet. Go back in there until I'm finished."
That's just a taste of what it's like with him, it's actually much worse. When he's here, I have to be ON all the time, yet all of those things listed above happened so quickly even tho I thought I was being diligent. I have to bring both of my children with me to every bathroom break, no matter how much fun they're having everything has to stop when I have to pee.
My husband really does not seem to grasp the gravity of the situation. When the sexual abuse occurred, I told him, "You want A to see a therapist, his mom can not say no now." Well, he thought it should wait a few weeks until A came to stay with us for 8 weeks. Which was when I booked a plane ticket for my kids and I to spend those 8 weeks several states away. Now A's back at his mom's, and still no therapy in sight.
I did call the local guidance clinic the day my son told me of the abuse (which, if you ever feel the need to have your heart broken, just have a 3yo with limited speech use his thumb to describe that to you) and they said that it would be reported to the sheriff. But God bless the state of Arizona, nothing came of that. Unless you count how upset my husband was at the thought of involving the authorities.
This is my life. Do I really have to spend every summer away from my husband and friends to go kick it with my mom? I want to plant a garden. We used to have him everyother weekend, and that was terrible. I'd spend the whole two weeks after he left trying to cool down and catch up on housework (you can't do any when you can't take your eyes off a child for even a second.) I could go ahead and re-report this, and then piss everyone off again, and even then my husband is still his dad and I don't think it's possible or right to kick him out of our lives.
So if there's anyone out there who can relate, or has any advice for me on something I can actually do.... Nothing is changing. Maybe I was somehow drawn into this to find a way to help A, but it just seems so much bigger than me.
He has done nearly every horrible thing imaginable, especially towards H. The cliff notes: tried to feed him dog feces, tried to feed him used motor oil, whispered to him that he was evil and stupid and that no one likes him, dropped a boulder on his toe smashing it which required surgery, tried to get him to pick up a red hot bolt that migrated into our campfire, etc. etc. culminating into sexual abuse four months ago. I don't know why I feel like I have to list what I was up to during those incidences, but I do so here goes in order: peeing, unloading camping gear from the truck into the shed where the used oil was, peeing, talking to the contractor, taking camping chairs out of the truck to bring to the fire, paying bills and repeatedly saying to my husband, "They're being too quiet. Go back in there until I'm finished."
That's just a taste of what it's like with him, it's actually much worse. When he's here, I have to be ON all the time, yet all of those things listed above happened so quickly even tho I thought I was being diligent. I have to bring both of my children with me to every bathroom break, no matter how much fun they're having everything has to stop when I have to pee.
My husband really does not seem to grasp the gravity of the situation. When the sexual abuse occurred, I told him, "You want A to see a therapist, his mom can not say no now." Well, he thought it should wait a few weeks until A came to stay with us for 8 weeks. Which was when I booked a plane ticket for my kids and I to spend those 8 weeks several states away. Now A's back at his mom's, and still no therapy in sight.
I did call the local guidance clinic the day my son told me of the abuse (which, if you ever feel the need to have your heart broken, just have a 3yo with limited speech use his thumb to describe that to you) and they said that it would be reported to the sheriff. But God bless the state of Arizona, nothing came of that. Unless you count how upset my husband was at the thought of involving the authorities.
This is my life. Do I really have to spend every summer away from my husband and friends to go kick it with my mom? I want to plant a garden. We used to have him everyother weekend, and that was terrible. I'd spend the whole two weeks after he left trying to cool down and catch up on housework (you can't do any when you can't take your eyes off a child for even a second.) I could go ahead and re-report this, and then piss everyone off again, and even then my husband is still his dad and I don't think it's possible or right to kick him out of our lives.
So if there's anyone out there who can relate, or has any advice for me on something I can actually do.... Nothing is changing. Maybe I was somehow drawn into this to find a way to help A, but it just seems so much bigger than me.















