My Oldest Daughters Birthday

I so wanted to remind Dodi that today was her sister's birthday.  She went skydiving and we made plans to go together in November or so.  A group rate is affordable.  Thank you God for my child.  Thank you for giving Callie a wonderful birthday.  Thank you for making me so blessed and highly favored.  


It would have been fun to have Dodi go with us and be allowed by the State of Georgia to contact my youngest child.  Her father's family would have me harassed again and tortured.  The threats for DFCS and law enforcement and lawyers are terrifying.  They'd probably get a restraining order or have me harmed for hoping she would stay in touch with her sister.  No telling what would happen. All the prisoners.  Of course any one else was allowed to be mixed up with my family to protect themselves.  These people decided that I was not important enough as a mother and human being to not harm my life and child.
  I don't think they're able to stop themselves from being hurtful and cruel to me.  They can't hurt me enough.  Made up lies and stalking me, identity thefts, crack heads and lawyers, DFCS, school officials, police officers, IT commission, car dealers, sponsors, human trafficking, you name it they did it.  I pray one day to not cry about the things that were done to me with my child.

On a brighter note, it was so nice to hear Callie happy on her birthday.  Birthdays are special.  I haven't been allowed to speak with my youngest daughter or see her on birthdays and be there for special things the past couple years now.  Her father's family has slandered me, terrorized me with the state government and lawyers and law enforcement and taken her away.  The attorney quoted Damon "just enjoy what you have".  It was planned for a decade now from the DFCS and a Jaylen and lawyers attacking me with prisoners.  They even went in my phone and were deleting Google docs dated 2020 over four years back that document the course of action they had planned.  The entire thing told from Damon himself, since  2020 that they were planning on saying that I was crazy and involving Jaylen and that DFCS had made a deal with them that I would never have my daughter or she would be kept from me.  Can't these things be retrieved by a professional even though they deleted them or corrupted my documents when I found it on my drive?  I took notes of everything and the digital document was dated 2020.  

So sad these people took half her family from her life. What a loss to all of us.  I thought they could comprehend loss enough to understand my hurt and sadness.   They hurt me for their own sorrow.   So I could make them feel better by hurting someone else like they hurt for their child.  I fear Ican't even see my child graduate.  I can just pray that she knows what happened one day and how much I love her.  All the time taken from me with my daughter.   Alienated from her maternal grandparents and her mother and her sister Callie. A host of aunt's and uncle's and cousins that love her too.

I hope one day it's all told what happened and what they did.  Please God.  

Well, I did anyways.  I sent pictures of my daughter skydiving to her little sister and told her to call her sister if she wants.  No telling what they will do now.  

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