Another day in Ash/Nash Ville

O.K. - This is For Real
So to the epic saga continues. I have returned from a visit with section 8 housing with my ex of 10 years. And of course only to find out that the custody of my children is in his possession. Which is depressing because I have been completely knocked about by him, his mother, and his sister all forgeting their problems by giving me problems

I never knew how profitable children were considered in the year 2006. Well if you are in the social service/government aid system, child support, and foster care, etc. very.

The story begans with ME. I had a baby with someone I met at school. Dropped out. Moved in with him and tried to build a family. Worked in offices as a temporary. Gained full time employement. Went through a great deal of experiences from the corporate experience got fired from one place, had another baby. Went back to school while working fulltime. Dropped/Added classes. Quit a full time administrative job. Worked at a department store, continued to struggle with school. Added another parttime job. Became pregnant with a third child. Quit both to be with my mother during a cancer ordeal. Went back and was delt some pretty heavy psychological beat downs.

With no employment and an intense fealing of fear and financial struggle moved to his mothers house. Had the third baby and ran back to my mothers house because his situation (hint) scarred the crap out of me.

Moved in with my uncle. Whom was very hard to live with because of noise factor from children. Asked to move in with my mother, her new husband, and half sister. The sister picked with me constantly, the mother was creepy with her husband. Whom also seemed off. Worked was told I was not good enough to asnwer phones and take catalog orders. Was then driven to a homeless shelter. I think because I didnt contribute to Thanksgiving dinner. Which wasnt planned from the beggining.

My whole point in that situation was if you didnt want me there than why would you constantly give me the girl you can do better all by yourself routine.

Shelter living was hard as hell. The children and I were housed and fed. But it was a cold harsh reality. My three and I slept in a set of bunk beds in a room with Several others. There were two baby beds and cubbies. I had a play pen for my daughter which was filled with our belongings. I had asked If I could return back with there dad. He said no. My daughter fell of the top bunk more than once and was taken. My first time dealing with Childrens services was hard. Returning back to the shelter was hard. The whole time I was there I was given the impression that children awarded to the Department of social services are abused. I tried to fight my situation. I was given a very difficult time and only award visitation. I went back to my children on my own. I still to this day donot know if my children have been abused or are currently.

My mother wants me back in her home as a servant. Because she is to pschologicaly off to love anyone. Its sad really. Her husband just wants to take advantage of the situation. Her daughter is a pre-madona dealing with god knows what and very hateful.

I am allowed to sit here with my daughters and watched harder than my daughters are.

And oops she just fell off the bed again.

How in the hell I have become America's top Looser is beyond my control.

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