DammitJanet
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I cant even find a Posting Icon to describe how I feel.
Cory broke into the house this morning after his father left for work and was here when I woke up. I told him he needed to go and he said it was too hot out, that he was dying out there in the heat and that he was trying to find someone to come get him and take him to someones house.
I just nodded and went back to working on some prescription stuff I was doing and quietly called the bail people and told them that if they didnt come RIGHT now that he was going in the wind.
They came.
I pretended to go out to fill the prescriptions and showed them how to find my house. Then I drove my car around to another road where I could see the house but not be right there. They went in and Cory was hiding in his closet. He was so scared he wet his pants.
By this time I am a shaking ball of nerves and I watched them drag him out of the house in shackles. I have barely stopped crying since then.
My hands wont stop shaking and I am just a mess. I know I did what I had to do but it doesnt make this any easier. Therapist says I am grieving.
This is one hell I wouldnt wish on my worst enemy.
Cory broke into the house this morning after his father left for work and was here when I woke up. I told him he needed to go and he said it was too hot out, that he was dying out there in the heat and that he was trying to find someone to come get him and take him to someones house.
I just nodded and went back to working on some prescription stuff I was doing and quietly called the bail people and told them that if they didnt come RIGHT now that he was going in the wind.
They came.
I pretended to go out to fill the prescriptions and showed them how to find my house. Then I drove my car around to another road where I could see the house but not be right there. They went in and Cory was hiding in his closet. He was so scared he wet his pants.
By this time I am a shaking ball of nerves and I watched them drag him out of the house in shackles. I have barely stopped crying since then.
My hands wont stop shaking and I am just a mess. I know I did what I had to do but it doesnt make this any easier. Therapist says I am grieving.
This is one hell I wouldnt wish on my worst enemy.