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Accusation Gone Too Far

The drive back seemed like hours and I was crying one minute and angry the next. Was this seriously happening to me? My friend assured me that it would be nothing and everything would be fine. There was no reason for it to go any further because I hadn't done anything wrong. I get to the house and enjoy my babies running up to me. It had seemed like two weeks without them rather than two days. I explain everything that had just happened to my fiance and he is just as angry as me. Someone, somehow has got to put a stop to this. The devil just keeps on and on and really making my life a living hell but no one seems to be doing anything about it. I call the social worker and get voicemail. I leave a message to call me as soon as possible so I can get this over with and go pick up my newborn son. It's about an hour later, she calls me back asking me AND my other two children to meet with her, about an hour from now, to be interviewed. I wasn't really sure what this was or why I would need to bring my children but maybe it was to see they was clean, happy and healthy and interview meant get this shit over with. I get a ride to take me and the babies to this woman's office. We go inside and wait thirty minutes on her to call us back and by this time my kids are bored and ready to either go home or tear this place apart. So, I am struggling a little to pay attention to all the bullshit lies coming from this woman's mouth, while trying to wrestle two orangutans in a small room with alot of "don't touch those" things around the room. Not one single time did this woman ever "ask" me anything but instead accuse me of everything. I swear it was like within a blink of an eye, literally, this woman was on the phone with my sister, asking if she was coming to pick MY kids up. This had already been planned out and set up behind my back. I wanted to turn completely green at this point and rip through this room to get ahold of this woman about my children. What in the hell did you do and why?! No one is answering. All I keep hearing, like a record on repeat is, "You are a drug addict" and "Your kids will be with your sister while I am doing an investigation, for their safety". If I ever needed a miracle from above, I needed it now. There was nothing I could do or say except cry. I wasn't able to control one single tear that fell down my face. I kept looking at my babies, innocent and happy, not knowing what is playing out by this woman they think is their "friend". And my sister? My almost three year old daughter had seen her one time and she was a baby. They didn't know her. Hell, I didn't even know her any more. I keep imagining how this is going to be for them. They are going to be upset, lost and emotionally destroyed. I'm already there. I can no longer speak. I can't stop crying and I know it's doing me no good to talk because no one is listening. I can't believe this is really happening. When I lost my mom to cancer in 2015, I thought nothing would break my heart more. I was wrong because this was my babies. Babies that I carried, gave birth to and raised, loving with my whole entire soul and the system was taking them from me and I hadn't done anything wrong. I never cried so hard in my life as I did when I had to watch them pull away in my sister's car, while my daughter looked out the window at me, scared and confused. How is this legal? How can these people do things like this to innocent children? Now, I am angry and I have to fight. The ride back to the house was silent except for the sound of sniffling from my nose running. I can't even feel my legs when I get out to walk into the house. I can't feel anything. When my fiance walks inside and sees my face, he knows and turns around to walk right back out. I don't know where to begin but I have to do something. It's Friday and I can't even call people until Monday. I try talking to my sister over the weekend to see how the kids are doing there and I keep asking her what she's being told because im not getting answers at all. She wont respond and I knew that whatever they was telling her, she obviously believed them. I'm spending my days calling attorneys, ombudsman, other social workers, asking for advice and opinions. No one is understanding this process either. Then I start researching online anything I can find about social workers, what they do and how it all works, as well as my rights. I couldn't find anything to show what this lady was doing to us was right and yet I couldn't get anyone to help me stop her. My fiance and I was given these prevention plans we had to follow. Mine only says I am to be drug tested, which is what I had been trying to get her to do from the start and my fiance's only had an interview to be done. I am calling over and over again and this social worker will not return my calls. My fiance is experiencing the same problem. Weeks go by and I am still not tested. I speak with a social worker at the hospital who agrees that none of this is making sense to her, so she tells me that she will allow me to come to her office to get drug tests done so I can atleast show I took it upon myself to do them and they are clean. Thirty days is how long my sister was supposed to have my kids and then she had to return to work. Our prevention plans also stated that after thirty days, they was voided out. So, since no one is doing anything and the thirty days is up, can I go get my kids and come home? Turns out, the social worker can go behind your back and ask for an extension, even though never doing the first job and continue to hold your kids from you. That is exactly what she did. This time, she calls my dad, who lives thirty minutes away from us, to speak with him about possibly taking the kids when my sister returns to work. He doesn't understand what is going on but thankfully, he agrees because he doesn't want the state to get ahold of my babies. I was so grateful that he agreed to take them because as long as I had to fight these people and couldn't be with my babies myself, I would have died if this cold hearted witch handed them to the state. Atleast at my dads house I know they will be loved, get attention and be very well taken care of. We waited two months before we could get a court date. During that two months, this woman was never in contact with me and never drug tested me. Her goal was removing my children. The day come that we get to go to court and my fiance and I get there early and wait for my dad. We was assigned public defenders, which was better than nothing in this case. The attorney reads to me a statement, typed up by this crazy woman stating that I was a drug addict and was abusing prescription drugs that was not prescribed to me, during my pregnancy. I was livid! Can't she get in trouble for LYING right there on paper and to the judge?! This "drug" she spoke of was in fact a prescribed medication for my back. I only took it rarely if needed because it made me sick. When I found out I was pregnant, I had spoke with my doctor about the medicine and wondered if it could cause problems to an unborn child. When he tells me it hadn't been scientifically proven to be safe or not, I no longer took it at all because I didn't want that risk. That was it. But this lady has everyone thinking I am this crazy, horrible mom who was abusing drugs. Of course I want to fight this and I can go and get all the proof I need. My attorney tells me that he can in fact take it to trial and we can go get whatever we need but it will prolong reunification with my kids coming home, more than less for a long time or I can bite the bullet, get a case plan and get my kids home. I had to really think about this because it wasn't fair for these people to get away with such nonsense but I wanted my babies and they want their mommy and daddy. Fuck it. Bite the bullet and take a case plan. The judge didn't seem interested in any thing the case worker tried to bring up, so, I was given a case plan and only then, after all this time, I was able to go across the street and take a drug test. I have to keep being screened, get into our own place, get a job back and my fiance only had to worry about getting us into a place as well and the kids could come on back with him being my "supervisor", since I am a "drug addict" and all. It's crunch time and every single day counts. I go back to the house with intentions of applying to any job I can and my fiance's cousin is home. I give her money we owe for the week and a couple packs of cigarettes and tell her about the day we had in court. All of a sudden, she openly tells me that she is smoking crack. All that I am going through and you're telling me this? But it makes sense now because she never had money yet had no bills, got a check from the government, a check on her son, who she never had, food stamps but never any food...she was a drug addict. We really have got to hurry and get out of here. With all im going through but not doing, I definitely don't want to be here with someone who IS doing it. Still no leads on an apartment and I am starting to feel hopeless.