Tiffany and the kidlets

I have to remain calm on the outside, because I’m not on the inside, and if THIS rage comes out, it may tear me apart.

Tiffany is on the telephone, asking us to buy her a one-way ticket for her and Naomi to where we live, in Texas.

The shelter she is in now is a temporary program.  21 days temporary, to be exact.  What I did not know before was that she had to call 10 shelters a day, and if one accepted her, she HAD to go to it, to continue receiving any assistance in this program she is part of.  The place that accepted her this morning will not allow her to reunify with the children, because she would have to share a room again.

So she’s at wit’s end.  Court date is June 13.  She thinks her only real option is to gather Naomi and come out here.  In other words, if she does follow this course of action, she will lose the two children in Tante’s care….Alicia and Isaiah.

I am frozen inside, fearful that if I let loose with any tears, they will overwhelm me until I go screaming into total oblivion.

My daughter is in a really bad situation.  I may NEVER get to see my granchildren…three of the four grandchildren….and I need them.  We all need each other.

I have to go.  Someone else wants to take over, and I best not turn him loose.  Oscar gets mighty protective of his mother…me.

Much love,

Betty Louise

I’m so scared