I gave my son a kiss as he headed into the backroom with the social worker and psychologist. My reassuring smile dropped from my face and I sat in the hard chairs in the waiting room.
Angelica had been speaking with old nannies and his previous school about Jacob. His past bad behavior is being attributed to Ryan parenting. Therefore, my son was now being forced to be interviewed.
Ryan wasn't allowed at the appointment as an effort to not influence the boys behavior. I was angry and heartbroken. While we spent the past week enjoying our vacation she pushed a lot at the courts.
Dale was able to stop the worst of it. Especially the bullshit with her getting Jeremy supervised visits. I would have lost my s**t if that scumbag could spend a minute in my sons presence.
My back twingened and
