9-1-1 Mommy

I finally started to think things were falling into place. All was peaceful and there were no conflicts in sight. Boy, was I wrong. We somehow stumbled along the fact that I did not feel comfortable leaving my child with a woman who still possessed so much hate in her heart and all of a sudden canons were going off. It didn’t take long for her to come running into my messages demanding an explanation as to why I felt the way I felt. But could you blame me? Just a few weeks prior she confessed her hatred and now all of a sudden I was supposed to believe that all of this disappeared? How could she possibly treat my child with compassion after being so bitter at the site of confirmation. I found it hard to believe that this would be a safe environment for my beloved child.

After hours of the "back and forth" I decided that this could only be settled face to face. I put my pride aside and offered to meet with her in hopes of making amends and gaining a little faith in her ability to see the innocence in my defenseless chid. Someone who couldn’t fend for himself and certainly did not ask to be here. Although, I was still uncomfortable I decided to give her a chance. As she picked him up my blood started to boil. I was terrified and still I bit my tongue for the sake of progress. For the sake of allowing Carter to build a bond with his father. We came to some what of an agreement and I went on my way. I was prepared to make things work moving forward but that lasted all of 30 seconds. Days later I somehow triggered her and til this day I’m not sure how.

One night after leaving the gym I went over to pick my son up from his fathers house. As soon as I got home I quickly put him down for bed and hopped into the shower only to come out to 3 missed calls and a voicemail from her mother. Yes! HER MOTHER. I decided to return the call only to be yelled at and belittled by a woman twice my age on behalf of her daughter as if she couldn’t speak for herself. I was harassed and coerced into making a deal that I was nowhere near comfortable with. I never imagined that at 23 years old we would still be calling 9-1-1 Mommy to make our problems disappear. I was so shocked that decided our previous arrangement would no longer work. I knew I should have stuck to my gut. This was the start of Carter’s first Father’s Day without his father.

Confused,

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