Saturday, August 14, 2010

One year....

It's been a whole year since Scott, my husband of nearly 10 years (come December) was ordered to move out of our house to protect our children from him.

It's been a long, long year.

We've come a long way, baby! And I am not going back now!

Yes, it's been difficult.

Yes, I've had my hands full of a son who has been diagnosed with both RAD (Reactive Attachment Disorder) and severe ADHD and his younger brother who idolizes him and mimics him whenever possible.

Yes, their older sister has been just about as big a handful, especially when she hamstrings herself by badmouthing me to her friends and their parents. (I'm still snickering over that!)

Yes, it's difficult financially when our support was cut by nearly 2/3rds in February.

Yes, it's made even harder by the fact that now Older Son, because he's acted out sexually toward younger kids, including his brother, cannot be unsupervised at all around any children, including his brother... and that due to this happening, we've discovered that Scott did much, much more sexual abuse to Older Son (and probably Younger Son as well) than either has previously admitted to (Scott NEVER has... but now the detectives are back on the case!). My poor boys!

By Golly! We're going to get through this, and the first year of healing is finished! *punches the air with a fist*