the blog of a disabled mother who likes to game, and "get in the pit"
All I have left to do is to finish the science section on my oldest son’s homeschool notes who has been getting ready to graduate since he is eighteen (I am a big fan of lifelong learning as well), which I love.
I think I’m going to be knocking that out of the park in the next few days.
I just wanted to jot something down in here about it to remind myself to do exactly that.
I managed to get this screenshot off of Facebook’s On This Day or whatever it’s called and I love it.
He was so little here, so young, and this was his very first AAC device! He’s since gotten a new model.
My sister-in-law’s ex-boyfriend of not even one day is actively hitting on me.
This is happening on Facebook.
This has become, and been, the creepiest thing I have been a part of for an extremely long time.
The Texas child support office has withheld a payment made for my son since 11/3.
I am considering escalating this via police report and pressing charges for fraud and theft.
A child support payment was made for my fifteen-year-old, sent to the state on the third of the month.
I still have not recieved it and Monday will mark a full week that the payment has been accepted in their systems but not disbursed to me, and I can take screenshots of the child support portal proving all of this.
Meanwhile, I continue to attempt to make contact with my youngest son’s father’s church about the manner of his conception because him being allowed to continue to volunteer as the Head Usher raises legitimate safety concerns given that “our” son resulted from him forcing himself upon me in his city park (on October 3rd, 2009… when I tried to fight back against him) and this raises legitimate safety concerns because he is clearly unrepentant and I refuse to be the reason he forces himself onto someone else. I continue to be ignored and am in fear that he will do to someone else what he did to me and that she may not be brave enough to speak out about it like I’ve become. I was legitimately forged in the fire of my husband’s death.