This morning I got pissed off because one of the national morning shows was talking about the dangers of carbon monoxide when boating. What do I care that some idiot who couldn’t read a warning sign died? I knew about the dangers, and I’ve never been on a private boat! Why the hell didn’t someone warn me about the dangers of trusting that one out of seven bureacrats might do his job properly?
That’s what it comes down to. If the parent aide had gone twice a week, he’d have had his good news two days before he decided there wasn’t any coming. If the CPS case worker, (either of them) had been realistic about the ‘danger’ he posed to Hope, he wouldn’t have been out of the house. If my lawyer, his lawyer, or Hope’s lawyer had bothered to bestir their asses, we wouldn’t have been railroaded. If his case manager, the man who should have been his advocate in all things, had bothered to effing return one damned phone call… I want them to suffer. I wish there were some way to make these people feel what they’ve done to me, and to Hope.
May they get what they deserve.