"Things that matter most must never be at the mercy of things that matter least." ~Goethe~

07 December 2016

Disquieted times...

     There are moments in life that just stops you in your tracks.  Events, happenings that that are so alien to you that you just don't know how to handle it all.  That is the status of where I have been for nearly two months.  To say that our family's life has changed drastically since the middle of October is a complete understatement.  It involved a call from our son asking to get him and his boys out of a domestic violence/child abuse/neglect situation.  From then on, my head has been spinning.  I have lost all faith in the legal/justice system for not protecting the boys and being more worried about the rights of an abusive mother, who lied in front of a judge about her actions and then told the boys she won't ever do it again.  A CPS system that seems to drag their feet more than actually doing anything for children.  I'm disgusted.  The only place that has given us any amount of hope is a local group that helps men and women in these kind of situations.  Yes, men can be the abused also.  It's a shame though that their hands (the local group) are tied in certain circumstances because of the law and how it protects abusers.  I don't know how the people working within this group handle these cases day in and day out.  I'm not sure I could do it just because of how I have felt these last two months.

     I'm trying to get back to some sort of normalcy around here.  Not only for my family but for myself. I'm sick of anxiety, panic attacks and all the other range of emotions that one feels and deals with in a situation such as this.  It's all something I've never had to deal with before.  I do not wish it on anyone.

     I'm also getting back to focusing on my shop this week.  I've got some ideas for patterns, more blankets, etc. in hopes that I can raise money to donate to the local group mentioned above so that they can continue to help people who truly need them.

     I'm hoping and praying that all of this works out in the end and someone finally sees that the abused should have more rights than the abusers.




  1. Oh, that sounds so horrible for your family. My heart goes out to you.

  2. Oh no, Ive been wondering how you have been. I am so sorry that your family has been going through this, and YES men can be abused. I am sending lots of prayers and (((HUGS))) your way!!!

  3. Oh My Sweet, Sweet Kar...
    I just feel Sick.
    I will enter into serious prayer on all of this.
    What else can I do for you my friend?
    I hate knowing how you've suffered... and your son and those precious children 😞
    Love to you 💗