My husband and I have been together seven years. We had a cps case opened because of fighting and drugs. Well we managed to stop the drugs, but one fighting episode sent him to prison, and I to a shelter. hadnt been in the work force for two years due to being a stay at home mom. I had my mom adopt my children until I could get on my feet. She lied to me the whole time. She didnt help me at all except to steal my children from us. My husband and I re-united after a year and a half and together we worked on recovering from what had been the equivilant of the floor dropping from benieth us. We are much more stable now, not to mention, we have learned allot about communicationg with each other (or maybe God finnaly blessed my husband with some peace of mind??). My mother wont let either of us even see our children. We both signed over custody on a promise when we have gotten our lives together we would have them back. We have an eight month old we were blessed with. And we are able to take very good care of ourselves and her. We have made enourmouse strides in our life to change it for the better. What hurts so much is our two children wont be able to reap the rewards of our dilligent efforts to provide them with a good life. My mother is so selfhish she thinks that the children are hers now, and no one else. If I would have known she would do that I would have done things sooooo much differently. And now its to late. My children will grow up with the scars of not knowing their mother or father, and really, for what I believe, is no good reason.
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