September 15, 2012
Custody
My mother’s old now; she’s almost my baby. Soon she’ll have to go to school. Death will have to take her. He has her during the week, I get her on weekends. I’m like my mother— neither of us can drive. The court didn’t care for that. That’s why I didn’t win full custody. So, on weekends, my mother and I wait at a bus shelter. Death’s around here someplace— no such thing as unsupervised visits, with him. I’d kill for a restraining order, but that would require his assistance. READ MORE >>
