The Untold Tale Of Me

Frightful February 2024

My worst fear had happened. It's nothing like being afraid of spiders,werewolves, or clowns. My kids, my babies were taken from me. But someone would have to make the call, but who? WHO COULD OF DONE SUCH A HORRIBLE THING?

That's right, a family member, my "so-called" mother, was the source of fear and turmoil in my life. It was a living nightmare, constantly walking on eggshells around her, never knowing what would set her off next. She would have these manic episodes where she would yell and scream at me for no apparent reason, and I would often take walks to get away and cope. But instead of understanding and supporting me, she called the cops on me. I couldn't believe it. And if I didn't do what she asked, she threatened to kick me out of the house. It was a constant power struggle between us, with her having complete control over me. She even went as far as filing a false report and putting me on probation for assaulting her, all because she was "losing her grip on me". It was a clear demonstration of her control issues. And my father, who should have been a protector, was still married to her and too afraid to stand up to her. It was a toxic and damaging environment to grow up in.

but to get on with it...

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February was to be one of the most distressing experiences for me.
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February 2, 2024,

it had been approximately 2 weeks after I discovered I'd been pregnant with my 3rd baby. I was going through the motions and beginning a new chapter in my life or maybe starting an entirely new story altogether. There was myself, my 2nd husband, and my 2 older kids.

During this time, a sense of unease and anticipation filled my thoughts. I couldn't quite put my finger on what was causing this feeling, but I couldn't shake it off. I didn't want to be negative or pessimistic, but it seemed that things were always happening in my life, both good and bad. As a parent, I wanted to do what was best for my kids, so I gave their grandparents permission to visit them. However, I couldn't help but feel worried about their constant need to have my kids around and their unhealthy behavior towards them. It was upsetting to realize that even my own family was using my kids as a way to manipulate and control me. This realization only added to my concerns about what was about to happen..

The family I came from has always been critical of my relationship with the men I love. They constantly express disapproval and make it known that they believe he is not good enough for me. However, I never expected them to go as far as calling Child Protective Services (CPS) and making false reports about my family. These accusations were based on assumptions and led to an intrusive and unnecessary investigation by a third party. It's alarming to think that anyone can make an anonymous call to CPS and cause such chaos in someone's life. This has been happening since 2018, when my first child was just a baby. Looking back, I wish I had seen the truth sooner, but the veil had been pulled over my eyes. The whole situation has been incredibly stressful and frustrating, and it breaks my heart to know that my own family could do something like this.

The audacity of some people to show up without a warrant and try to act like law enforcement officers is truly concerning. These individuals may have their clipboards and feel powerful, but that does not give them any authority over our private affairs and the affairs of our families. It is important to remember this and not let these so-called "alpha wolves" take control. It is disheartening to see that some people struggle to handle their own family matters, leading to a power vacuum that these opportunistic individuals take advantage of. We must not let them prey on the weak and always stand up for our rights and privacy.

In a world where a mother's love is often taken for granted, I have had to face the harsh reality of being falsely accused of neglecting my own children. My mother, and my own grandmother, have been the source of these baseless allegations for years. It has been a constant battle, with a tone of voice that is filled with frustration and sadness.
As a mother, my sole purpose has always been to provide for and protect my children. I have sacrificed my own wants and needs to ensure that my kids have everything they need. But despite my best efforts, my own mother has been quick to criticize and judge my parenting skills. I have always tried to maintain a good relationship with her, but her constant interference in my parenting has caused a deep rift between us.
It all started with small comments about how I should be doing things differently. But as time went on, these comments turned into false reports of neglect towards my children. My mother, aided by my grandmother, would tell people that I was not feeding my kids when my cabinets were stocked with food. She would say that my children were not dressed properly when in reality, their wardrobes were overflowing with clothes. And when it came to nurturing and caring for my children, they would say that I was neglecting them.
These accusations were hurtful and damaging not only to me but also to my children. They left me feeling like a failure as a mother, and my children were left confused and hurt by the words of their own grandmother. It was a vicious cycle, where my mother's words would cause tension and stress in our household, leading to further problems and misunderstandings.
What made it worse was the fact that my mother and grandmother were not speaking from a place of concern, but rather from a place of malice and jealousy. They harbored resentment towards me for breaking away from their traditional ways and for not following their strict ideas of parenting. They wanted to exert control over me and my children, and when I refused to comply, they resorted to these false allegations.
But what they failed to realize is that I am a capable and responsible mother. I have always prioritized my children's needs and have never shied away from seeking help if necessary. I have a strong support system of friends and family who have always been there for me and my children. I have access to resources and organizations that provide food, clothing, and other necessities for families in need. And most importantly, my children have always been loved and cared for in a safe and nurturing environment.
It has taken me years to muster the courage to speak out about this issue. I have always tried to keep the peace and avoid confrontation, but I can no longer tolerate these false accusations. It is time to break the cycle and put an end to the toxic dynamic that has existed between my mother, my grandmother, and myself.
In conclusion, the tone of voice in this situation is one of frustration and sadness. Being falsely accused of neglecting my own children by my own mother and grandmother has been a painful and hurtful experience. But I choose to rise above their hurtful words and continue to be the best mother I can be for my children. I hope that one day, my mother and grandmother will understand the impact of their actions and the damage they have caused. But until then, I will remain strong and resilient, standing up for my children and their well-being.

As the story begins, my mother unexpectedly arrived at our apartment. Both my husband and I were puzzled as to why she showed up. He went to answer the door while I was woken from my nap by her presence. It quickly became clear that she had orchestrated the visit, accompanied by a social worker, in an attempt to intimidate and force us into taking the kids to undergo an investigation. She threatened to involve the authorities if we did not comply. Feeling pressured and coerced, we reluctantly took the kids to the hospital where they were examined for any potential injuries, specifically on their buttocks. This ultimately resulted in the children being taken out of our care. The tone of the situation was tense and unsettling. 😓