Yesterday I ….
Start again.
I’m all about second chances. And third chances. And 312th chances. Open minds, tolerance, willingness to forgive and see change and all like that. I consider every move carefully, analyze things to death to the point of self-paralysis.
This last weekend, Zelda welcomed her meth-addict husband back into the house, again. She has found his drugs on more than one occasion, talked about rehab, all that sort of thing. Never happened. He has a history of violence, owns multiple weapons, and has threatened Othello. This weekend her husband went right round the bend. Zelda had the locks changed.
And then let him back in.
With my son in residence.
Monday morning I called Othello’s probation officer, and discussed the situation at length. I pointed at the psyche ward visits, the multiple involvement with the police, and that he was still living there with the boy. I pointed out the danger to the boy, and that associating with Zelda’s husband was an issue for Othello’s probation. I also told him that the husband was supposed to be removed from the household on multiple occasions, and wasn’t; what Zelda says she will do on this changes with the wind. The PO told me that he was required by law to report this sort of thing when he knows about it to children’s services. I thanked him, and suggested that he start by talking to Othello’s arresting officer as the best source of unbiased information.
The wheels are turning. I have looked on the person that I once thought was the mother of my children and have put the authorities on her, and will push until something breaks. This isn’t about custody, this is about removing the greatest danger to my son — the woman who bore him.
No considering. No analyzing. No hesitation. No discussion.
No more chances.
Crossposted from Epinepherine & Sophistry