A Cry for Justice: Siblings Separated, Unjust Family Court Ruling

Wow I see my situation, this is so not a trend or is it? No justice!

Family Court Injustice

Even a baby knows injustice… the heart breaking separation of my children due to an unjust family court ruling. This happens almost every time the visits with my older children end, and they are returned to a home of alleged abuse and dysfunction…

A shrill, desperate scream tore through the night – causing owls to take flight from their perch, watchful eyes swept across dark skies. A shiver raced through my body. My pulse quickened and with another cry, my heart broke into a thousand pieces that could never be put right. I hold my son, a toddler, in my arms as he screamed for his sister—his chubby hands tore at my neck as he struggled to break away, to run to her bright pink jacket disappearing into the night. “Sissy!” he screamed over and over again.

My son cried and fought as I struggled to carry him back into…

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My name is mandi, currently the single mother of 8 year old girl full time an have not seen my now 4 year old daughter old in over a year.  I quickly realized that this label “mother” will always have me fighting to prove myself. Strength is the name of the game, an being strong over all areas life is a priority, but my main priorities are definitely my daughters. I don’t have all the time needed so I can discover my authentic self my untapped potentional.  People of course have judged me for face value automatically many times. Although I have been guilty of poorly parenting my girls at some point all parents have.  I can always do better…..  Everything happens for a reason, people change so we LEARN TO LET GO, now that’s not change for the better. That’s why things go wrong so we learn to appreciate when things go right. We trust too much to an end up trusting no one. I strive with determination to keep my girls in the forefront of my mind no matter the obstacles I face. I refuse to continue on life’s journey with an inaccurate life story, bc I’m burdened by Shame of wanting to recreate myself to be someone worth loving! So this is where the note to self comes in” stop the bullying” you are worthy, always have been. I can not be broken, in fact I never have been broken. Today I believe In me, I chose it, an yes I own it an engage in it too, like self reflection, so I can refocus, keeping my outter focus from being to out of focus in order to minimize the good bad an ugly that i have encountered over time quickly adapting to an environment, living no where near a fairytale so it would be an understatement to say my beginnings were humble. An no matter the fact of experiencing what in all honesty is a tragedy far from what i dreamed as children, I would still be living in denial I I thought I was fortunate to be sparred the burden of carrying baggage, something out of the question and it is not socially acceptable to say I must carry this baggage until Its time to let it be. It’s never a negotiation, either you let it I hold you back make you give up or you learn to carry it with dignity until the it’s time.
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