Part Four and then some

I eventually was able to go to court and for some reason, beyond my understanding they granted my mother and myself joint custody.
We had to alternate the days that we had my son.

I had a hard time understanding how this could ever be possible. I had asked for an attorney because I couldn't afford one on my own. I was told that they don't offer attorneys for cases like mine. I was stunned and heart broken at the same time.

I knew that I would need an attorney to even have a chance for justice to be served and for what was only right and that was for me to have my son back.

You see, my parents have money and they are the type of people who let you know that they will spend whatever they have to in order to get what they want.

I was instantly worried about that because here I was struggling to pay my bills as a young mother, and here they were able to pay for whatever they wanted. Shit, they could travel anywhere at any given time that they wanted.

I knew that I would have a hell of a fight in front of me, but I didn't care. I was willing to go through whatever I had to, in order to get my son to be able to come back home.

I was having a hard time understanding because cps or child protective services were not involved. I had no prior complaints about me parenting and still none had been filed. I hadn't done anything wrong for this to have ever taken place. 

I had my daughter at the time, and had full custody of her. So I was thinking that if I was so unfit to care for my son, wouldn't they come and take my daughter? Well, nobody ever did. I was never given a list of things detailing what I had to do to get full custody of him back. So I knew that it would be a long and very worthy fight.

One day, I came up with a plan and got my sister involved to help me be successful at it. She went with me and picked up my son, and told our mother that we was only taking him to lunch and then back. She had actually let us leave the house with him. I instantly didn't have any plans to bring him back, regardless of what Shelly had thought or been under the impression.

She dropped us off at my house and we walked inside and started to enjoy having some real family time. I watched him and Jason play on the game system, and Nate was so happy. He was just giggling up a storm and it really warmed my heart.

It wasn't long before our happiness was short lived. My mother actually pulled up and began to actually run her fat ass up the hill in my front yard. I actually had my son on my hip at the time, and she came up yelling, "Give me my son!" to which I replied, "This is my son and you need to leave and get off my property right now before I have you arrested." 

My threats didn't phase her, because she started to grab my son by his leg and began pulling on him trying to attempt to pull him out of my arms. I wouldn't lose my grip on him and I remember screaming to Jason to go and call 911. When she had began to grab his leg, I started to stick my hand out in front of myself to shield her from touching him. When she kept grabbing him, I did tell her that I would beat her ass if she didn't let go of him, and I kinda shoved her away. She then angrily turned around and got into her van and pulled off. I knew that this was the start of my real fight now.

I had thought that once my mother had gotten to her house that she would call my sisters and tell them a different story. I thought that they would show up and I would have to fight them, but they didn't show up. In fact, that night surprisingly nobody did.