My child’s sperm donor did not show to today’s. Not surprising though. He didn’t respond immediately to my phone calls or text messages from the court room. He did, however, respond this afternoon, via text, with a “can’t pick her up” this weekend. Well, my child gets a lucky break of having to go to a house where sexual abuse may be still be going on, at least for the next two weeks. I can’t tell if what my daughter is reporting now about abuse is about present abuse, or the past. That is for the professionals to determine. Meantime, I’ve always said the truth comes out one way or the other; and when it is least expected. (Spiritual credit: Notice how I was working out the human plan while the spiritual plan was being completed by God in the background. Things did not turn out the my way, they turned out in His way.)
The hearing went exactly as I expected. The judge had to be mindful of the “missing” respondent’s rights; I dig it. But, if it had been me missing, I have a feeling I would have had a warrant issued on my person. That’s just my feelings based on the witch hunt I recently endured. The judge suggested that if I felt enough concern, I should contact the DCF. I did tell Judge Aramony that that will only result in a local contracted BSO Child Protection Team worker to once again show up to the my house to do nothing (or to be specific, check to see if my refrigerator has enough food). What a waste of taxpayer money!
Thank you to all of my friends for your prayers today. I am certain they are working. All in His time, not ours.