There was a night when I packed my bags. I had looked at Ryan's email and discovered he had been talking with prostitutes for a very long time. I had had it. I confronted him when he got home. He completely freaked out crying and begging me not to leave. He then started expressing fear. He stated that Addi was the only good thing he had ever done and also said something interesting. At that time I knew he was on probation. He told me it was because he got caught with marijuana. He starting crying and saying how afraid he was to go back to jail. I was so confused. I calmed him down and reassured him that it would never happen because he's not smoking pot. So why was he worried about going back?
Of course we know the answer now. Was it maybe not his idea to hide his real criminal history from me? Was it the parents? He obviously knew he was breaking the law by being near Addison. They all did.
Addison has so much going on right now. She's i speech therapy once a week. I've asked Ryan countless times to learn baby sign language and he has not. I've said it in front of his supervisors on purpose so that maybe they will help. They have not. None of them attend her prosthetics appointments. Didn't even attend her wheel chair fitting. And he is consistently late with child support. These "supervisors" of his, his parents, how are they helping? I thought that's what they are supposed to be there for. Their son has needed help for years. When he was arrested back in 2007 he saw a psychologist. According to the report, Ryan was recommended any help. Fast forward to now. He can't be alone with his daughter, he violated his probation on 4 counts, and since then has committed tax fraud, wire tapping and doesn't pay support. All crimes. Where the fuck are his parents?!?!
I am a victim of a sociopath. Correction, sociopaths. My hardship is moving from a town I loved, attorney fees out the ass, working at night instead of a 9-5 so I can attend all my daughter's doctors appointments and spend all day teaching her, and sharing a bedroom with a barely 2 year old. This is nothing. One day maybe I'll move somewhere I love. One day those fees will end. I love spending all day with my daughter, and I love waking up every morning to hearing her yell "MAMA!!!!" at me across the room from her crib.
My life is beautiful because I have an amazing family and support system and the most wonderful daughter.
Addison's life is wonderful because she has amazing family and all my friends. She even has the hearts of the strangers she meets at the grocery store.
What will she have when she is traumatized?...the common conclusion of a person like Ryan that exhibits his traits is childhood sexual abuse. Ryan's parents don't hold a criminal record, but Ryan and his brother are living proof of one. I'm fighting. Hard...
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