The world makes me angry. All the time. I'm not going to rant about anything specific here, just a general feeling. I have lot of anger in me that I don't really express, because it's not about things that affect me personally. My immediate life is pretty damn sweet as far as I'm concerned. It's just the stupid, and the bad, and the evil, and the
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One of my cases...the dad "spanked" the kids for writing on themselves with markers. By "spanked" I mean beat them black and blue with a hanger. When the mom got up out of her drug-induced stupor to try and intervene, he threatened her with a screwdriver. Mind you, the kids were 5 and 7 at the time.
I hung out with these kids today, who are sweet as sugar, and I just want to take them home with me. All they wanted to know was "when can we see daddy? I miss daddy."
What do you tell kids (who are now recently 8 and 6) that they can't see daddy because daddy is an abuser and needs to go through 48 weeks of violence intervention before he can get his no-contact order lifted?
Ugh. I want to hide these kids in my apartment and get them a puppy and feed them ice cream.
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And I heartily endorse your desire to feed them ice cream. Ice cream is powerful stuff and solves all sorts of problems.
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