Friday, November 16, 2012

Psycho, Part 2

.......... Continued from part 1...




In December 2009, right before Christmas, she told Brian that her and her boyfriend split up and she had to move out, was staying in a homeless shelter, and was thinking about moving back to Michigan where the majority of her family lives. He told her that if she was going to move, then she needed to sign over custody of the kids so that he could take care of things with them without her needing to sign off on anything. It took a little bit, but she agreed. She signed over custody in either February or March 2010. Brian had to pick her up, take her to the lawyer’s office, and then take her back again. (I don’t think she ever actually went to Michigan at this time.)


By that time, she was bouncing back and forth between different friends’ houses and homeless shelters. (She had even asked Brian if she could move back in to our house the next time him and I had an argument!) So since she didn’t have a stable place to live or to take the kids, one of the conditions of her visitation became that we would take them to see her at a public location (the mall, a restaurant, a park, etc.) so she could see them and then we would take them back home. Of course this was unacceptable for her because she was their mother and tried to tell us that she could take care of them. But she refused to see the kids like that so her visitation with the kids dropped dramatically. It was minimal at best before but it became almost non existent. She would still come to a sports event every now and then but even that completely stopped.


Eventually she got a place of her own and wanted the boys to come and see her there. Brian agreed. So we took the kids to this new place which she told Brian that she was buying, but was really doing a “rent-to-own” deal. We didn’t tell the boys that we were taking them to see her so they were really excited once they figured it out. They came back to the car all excited because she had her own place and they even had their own bedroom, even though it was all full of boxes. She stayed there 2-3 months before she couldn’t pay her rent anymore and was evicted. (I found out much later that this was never a rent-to-own place… it was a boyfriend’s house who was a truck driver and wasn’t ever home. He came home and caught her cheating on him with his best friend, so he kicked her out. He told her to take what she could that day and the rest went to the trash. Friends of hers came to help her get things out of the house and took her to someone in Fairborn’s house who just happened to be a drug dealer, so she offered a joint as payment instead of gas money because her money just happened to be left in the house.)


Sometime in summer/fall of 2010, she met her second husband. Brian looked up his record, like he did with any guy that she decided to get involved with, and found all kinds of things both in Clark County and Champaign County. Those things include, but are not limited to, multiple domestic violence charges, drugs, and breaking his nephew’s jaw. So of course the kids were not going to go to this man’s house… ever. She tried multiple times to tell Brian that she was changing her life around for the better and that the boys should be able to come to her new home, but she was repeatedly told no and reminded that she could see the kids at a public location.


From what I understand, he was beating her on a regular basis and she called someone and asked for that person to help her get out of the situation. That person complied and her family came down from Michigan to get her. But for whatever reason she let him talk her into going back to him, so she did. A few weeks later, she told Brian that they had made up and she was going to marry this guy. She requested that the kids be at her wedding. I didn’t think it would be that great of an idea, but since there were going to be other people there, Brian decided to let the kids go. We dropped them off at the nursing home she was getting married in and stayed in the neighborhood in case we were needed. (This was when the kids met her husband and is the one and only time they have been even around this man.)


Christmas was the week after the wedding. She kept asking for the kids to come over to her house and open presents because they had already been around her husband at the wedding. But again, they weren’t going to go over there and be alone, so Brian reminded her that she could see them at a public place. For whatever reason, she didn’t understand that the kids’ safety was more important than what she wanted.


Fast forward a few months to tax time. At this point, she had only paid one month of support since signing over full custody. Someone had paid to get her license reinstated so we assume that CSEA found her and sent a letter saying that she had to start paying again or they would revoke her license again. So she paid one month - $150.00 – and moved to a trailer that was bought for her so that CSEA couldn’t find her again. Since her and her husband were married, they filed a joint tax return. Needless to say, CSEA found her. She had been ordered by the court to get a job but for whatever reason, she decided that she didn’t have to. (She’s not disabled or anything like that so she can work.) Since they couldn’t garnish her wages, they took his tax return. He obviously didn’t like that, so he beat her up again and put her in the hospital this time. She called Brian and wanted him to bring the kids to the hospital to see her. Uh, NO! The last thing the kids needed was to see their mother all beat up. I’m pretty sure the hospital got the police involved while she was there because Project Woman ended up putting her up in a hotel. Once she was there, she called Brian again and asked if the kids could come to the hotel where she was and go swimming with her (while she supposedly had a broken hip/ leg). But we felt that this was not the time for the kids to go see her because of all the crap she was dealing with and she didn’t need to tell the kids all about it and use it as an excuse as to why she hadn’t seen them. We felt it was more important to keep them away from the mind games.


Not too long after, she packed up her daughter and her father (She had taken her dad out of the nursing home he was in and moved him into the trailer with her and her husband but then left it up to her husband’s family to take care of him) and moved to Michigan again. Her family got her dad situated in another nursing home. She called Brian to tell him that she knew her husband would try to come get her once he was out of jail and wanted Brian’s opinion on if she should go back with him or not. He told her to make her own decisions. Then one day, her and her daughter disappeared from up there and reappeared back in Springfield and back with her husband.

 
A couple of weeks later, Brian got a random phone call from the Champaign County Job and Family offices and it was her. She said her husband was there with a knife and was threatening to kill her. Brian told her to call 911. Neither of us really understands why she didn’t do that in the first place. He went back to jail; she got a restraining order, and then went back to Michigan.


After he got out, she pulled the same thing with him that she would do to us every now and then. She called him over and over and over and over again. She could do that because the order wasn’t against her. But when he called her to tell her to stop, she called the police and told them that he had contacted her and violated the restraining order. He was put in jail again but this time he didn’t get out. He went to court and she testified against him. She had brought her latest boyfriend to town with her and so before the hearing, she called Brian and asked if the kids could come visit her at her hotel room. He told her no, but if she wanted to meet the kids at a public place then she could. She didn’t like that answer so she hung up on him. But while she was in town, she called again and asked if they could spend the night with her and this man in their hotel room. That answer was more of a laugh and then a “hell no”.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
........... To be Continued...

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