Dragonfly6317
Disciple of Prayer
December 18th right before my baby's first Christmas, his father took him from me in retaliation and control. 8 months ago I became a new mom coming from a life of drugs, partying, in love with being a low-life. Children were something I convinced myself I didn't want and not wanting to change that ever, but this little boy made me not want anything but to be a mother to him. He is just my everything; I couldn't go to the corner store without missing him desperately. His father makes a good living; the family has money. I thought he was a good person and I allowed myself to depend on him completely. But it turned out he's not. Emotional abuse started; he wouldn't interact with our son. His mom would constantly try to step on my very intimate role as a mother. I told him I was done in the relationship after finding our internet was flagged for child content and confronting him, which he adamantly denied. With nowhere to go at that point, I decided to smooth things over until I could set up a home for the baby and me. This started on a Friday night; Monday morning he brought my son to kiss me goodbye and kissed me goodbye himself, then got emergency custody of my baby and filed a restraining order and changed the locks on our home with lies. This same day, we got a phone call from the pediatrician saying our son had fluid on his brain, which turned out to be an imaging mistake—thank God. I was handed a pill from my brother who just wanted to help in my devastation and panic, and I took it. I went to the courthouse to fight what he had done and got an emergency hearing where I was drug tested and I failed for benzodiazepines ("sedatives"), which gave truth to all his lies. I hung myself. It's been two months, only having infrequent supervised visits, missing his first Christmas that I wanted to be so happy and magical for him. This first year is so important and special; I'm being robbed of it. He got temporary custody of our baby, but his mom has my baby 6 days a week, loving him, singing to him, listening to her heartbeat. God, please help me, please bring my baby back to me.
