Reflecting now is far from surreal. To think I didn’t have a partner properly supporting me through this. No one to talk to, no one to help. No one reaching out, not one phone call. The urgency, panic and anger that fell across his face as he dropped everything and ran to the school. The day my son went into the care of C.A.S. Far cry from the absent look on his face when I returned home, fuming to find him sitting on the couch. Acting, is what I see now. Pretending he was dumbfounded and didn’t know to go to the principal’s office, I called from when my kids went into care, over the bat incident.
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Reflecting now is far from surreal. To think I didn’t have a partner properly supporting me through this. No one to talk to, no one to help. No one reaching out, not one phone call. The urgency, panic and anger that fell across his face as he dropped everything and ran to the school. The day my son went into the care of C.A.S. Far cry from the absent look on his face when I returned home, fuming to find him sitting on the couch. Acting, is what I see now. Pretending he was dumbfounded and didn’t know to go to the principal’s office, I called from when my kids went into care, over the bat incident.