So My Child Went Missing
I know, I know. It sounds so dramatic, someone swooped down and dragged my child off in the night while I was left dying and bleeding on the floor. No, it’s not quite that horrible. No one was shot or any doors kicked in. Although, it would make more sense than what actually happened, thankfully no one was physically harmed in the process. There is definitely some psychological damage, but nothing a little anger and hatred won’t fix (and bunny, don’t forget bunny).
So, as some of you know, and now all of you know, I have a child. He is 9 years old. He has a mother, whom apparently felt it was okay to quit her job (told to me by her supervisor at her former place of work), move to North Carolina, and live with someone at 39 Buchanan Drive on Cherry Point Marine Airbase. I know, right? Say what?
Well that happened on the 12th of July. I was able to locate the mother via GPS (yay for technology), and then had her served with a summons. I’m excited, aren’t you? That means my son, who shall remain semi-nameless to keep all you cyber stalkers at bay for like 15 seconds 
will be coming home soon and court action will allow him to stay here so he can go to school as planned. Apparently, I need to think of his welfare more, except I didn’t lie to him and say he was going on vacation and then move in with some man that the child has never met before and not let him communicate with his other parent. Yah, apparently I’m the irresponsible one, right?
This is exactly why we never got along, because apparently actions like the above are obviously completely normal and my view on reality is skewed. Whew!
Bunny
I've never actually met a furry, this _could_ be hot. ^_^
