Desperately in need of Justice !! A young mother's unhappy story....

I don't know what to do. I wrote this letter and I seriously want to publish it and show the world what kind of unfeeling, insensitive assholes are actually allowed to exist in this sad world. Am I pissed ? YOU BETCHA !!

I've posted the letter here, and I've taken out the real names.... I didn't want to, but I thought I'd better get some advice as to what to do to try to help my daughter who can't afford any more attorneys. I am sooooo worried about her !! She's had to endure far too much and I think she may be at her breaking point - she says she wants to give up... and that's not like her at all.

Any advice or suggestions would be so appreciated !!

I know this is hard to read since I replaced the names, but please bear with me on this....




February 4, 2013

To whom it may concern:

I’m a mother, and I’m at a loss as to how to help my 26 year old daughter, who is about to have a total emotional breakdown. She has been battling the court system in Portsmouth, Ohio for the last four years, and it seems that all options are stacked against her. She is close to financial ruin, trying to fight the corruption there, and the one attorney she had, that she trusted, became a judge and had to withdraw from her case.

Her name is Mother Christina Good, and she is the mother of Child Can’t Name, who just turned five years old on Can't Say.

There were two very important things in Mother’s life that she wanted to achieve; to be a MOTHER, and to be a doctor. From the time she was old enough to walk, and clear up until she was about twelve years old, she would NEVER go to bed at night, without first “tucking in” her six or seven dolls – each one having its own bed. It was at that point that I knew she was born to be a wonderful mother.

Mother is no stranger to life’s ugly challenges. Her father died when she was only six years old, and I raised her alone, as best I could. From the time she was ten, she talked about becoming a doctor, and when she was eighteen she became an EMT. Mother worked a full-time job and also volunteered on numerous area fire departments as an EMT.

Three years later, she enrolled herself into the Grant Medical Center’s Paramedic Program and graduated at the top of her class. During her course of study at Grant, she worked full-time in order to pay her own way through school. Somehow, she also found time to volunteer, also. I would have helped her financially, but I was barely surviving myself, while raising her younger brother.

After the big earthquake in Haiti, Mother volunteered to help, and spent a week with the victims in that country. She’s always ready to help if needed. She teaches Sunday School and sings in the church’s musical program. Mother and her husband, Dude Good also coach Child Can’t Name’s soccer team.

I’ve always been so proud of her for being so self-sufficient and holding fast to her dreams. She’s always been the kind of person who sets her goals, and then follows through; no matter what. But today, I’m afraid she has reached her emotional and financial limit.

Mother’s Story: (it’s a long story for such a short life)
In 2007 Mother Original met the love of her life (or so she thought), Retard Can’t Name. Retard was attending Ohio State University in Columbus, Ohio. After several months of their relationship, Mother became pregnant. At this time, Retard begged Mother to get an abortion. She called me, in tears, and told me what was happening. She knew that I wouldn’t be happy about the situation, but neither one of us believe in abortion. She wanted me to talk to Retard, and get him to change his mind about ending her pregnancy – she was determined to keep her baby no matter what. I told her to go to the library and get the video “The Silent Scream” and make him watch it. They eventually married, and Child came into the world – a wonderful, smart, loving little boy !!

Retard and Mother lived in the basement of Retard’s parents’ home, on the outskirts of Portsmouth, Ohio.

Retard never paid rent or contributed any financial support to the household, but Mother continued to work as long as she could (while being pregnant) and helped out with utilities and food, without being asked. That’s because I raised her to be RESPONSIBLE. Retard worked sporadically at part-time jobs.

After Child was born, there was some contention between Mother and Retard’s mother, Witch, because Witch would continually refer to herself as “Mommy” when holding or playing with Child. Mother asked Witch more than once, not to do that – it’s a “mother” thing, I guess ?” Mother finally decided that she and Retard should find a house to rent, and “build their own nest”. Retard’s mother was NOT happy about that decision and tried to influence her son not to do it. Mother, being the strong personality that she is, put her foot down. Needless to say, they moved into a little house in Ghetto, Ohio – about 10 miles away from Retard’s parents’ home.

On their first anniversary, Retard gave Mother a beautiful card, and wrote in the card, that she was the “love of his life, and he couldn’t imagine his life without her…”. They had never had an argument at that point.

One night in 2008, Mother discovered Retard sitting on the floor, in the mudroom, in the dark, holding a butcher knife. Not knowing or understanding what was wrong, she was very upset – knowing that this was NOT normal behavior, and being positive that Retard was NOT intoxicated or on drugs. The next day, she told Retard that she needed to take Child and go to my house, in Hometown, Ohio for a couple of days, and that he should try and get some help for whatever it was that was wrong with him. This incident had really frightened her. First, he agreed, and then decided that SHE could go, but he wasn’t going to let her bring Child to see me. This started their first argument.

Mother had packed up the car and was ready to go, when Retard changed his mind. They were outside their home, and Retard was in the middle of the street yelling and shaking 8 month old Child, in a rage. Mother called me in hysterics, and I flat out told her to call the Police to come and settle him down, before Child got injured.
The Police came, Retard called his parents and they came too. I believe that this was the beginning of the end of Mother’s and Retard’s marriage.

Mother spent two days at my home in Hometown, and I explained to her how important it was for her to try and “fix” whatever was wrong in her relationship… maybe counseling. She returned to Portsmouth and she and her husband resumed what seemed to be a normal routine…. That is, until a short time later.

One seemingly normal morning, Retard told Mother that he was going to take Child to see his Grandmother. He took the baby and left – but he never returned. Mother called, and got no answer. She finally went to her in-laws’ house and was told that she needed to leave or they would have her arrested for trespassing. She went to the Police, and they told her to go to the Sheriff; she went to the Sheriff and they told her she would have to go through the courts. She went to the court and they helped her with some paperwork and filed it. It was a lot of running around, filling out forms, spending time that got her absolutely nowhere when it came to getting her son back.

The very worst part of this entire situation, is that Mother had NO idea WHY Retard had walked out of their marriage and taken her son – and she wasn’t allowed to see him. Law enforcement said they couldn’t help because it was a domestic thing and no divorce was filed, so Retard was within his rights. WHAT ???!!!! At that point we requested a “Welfare Check” on Child, to make sure he was OK. The Sheriff informed us that he went there, and everything seemed to be fine.

Mother finally got some sound advice from another paramedic that she knew. This paramedic’s husband just happened to be a Deputy Sheriff, and he said to tell Mother, that if she could “get her hands on her son” that NOBODY would be allowed to touch her, or they could be arrested. Hmmmmm…….
I went to Portsmouth to be with Mother– terribly worried about her state of mind during this awful ordeal. I listened intently as she laid out the plan she had devised…. This was three weeks into her personal “HELL”.

Now you have to understand, that I am TOTALLY non-confrontational, and this plan of hers scared the daylights out of me, just thinking about it !

Retard had taken the car with the car seat for the baby. Mother was left with the little truck and NO car seat. We went shopping and bought a car seat. The next thing we had to do was find a way into the Can’t Name home, in order to see Child, and hopefully “grab” him. At which point, we were going to call the Sheriff to come and escort us out – with baby Child.

I called JoAnn Can’t Name and explained that I was in Portsmouth, and I really wanted to see my grandson. After a lot of begging, the Can’t Name’s finally agreed to let Mother and I see Child. We installed the new car seat, loaded the truck with blankets, a bottle, a pacifier… you name it. We were on our way.

Once we arrived at the Can’t Name home, we were surprised to see the entire extended family there. It was like walking into a military encampment. Child was so happy to see his Mama. Witch Can’t Name wouldn’t let Mother hold him. She stood there holding my grandson, like he was a piece of HER property.

I told Witch that I wanted to play with Child and she finally put him down on the floor. Of course he made a bee-line for his Mama… crawling across the living room floor at break-neck speed. It was too cute. At this point, Mother was in tears, and wasted NO time scooping up her son that she hadn’t been able to see or hold for over a month.

Immediately, the whole family was on their feet and formed a circle around my daughter, in a threatening way. Mother told them, that the first person to lay a hand on her would go to jail.

Warlock Can’t Name, Retard’s father said, “I’m calling the Sheriff !”

“I wish you would, and make it fast !” Mother replied, without batting an eye, because she had verified her rights before attempting this extreme retrieval.
Needless to say, the entire Can’t Name clan was speechless, not understanding what Mother was doing, because they obviously didn’t know the law.

The Sheriff finally arrived to find Mother surrounded by this family, as if she were being “fenced in”. While I cowered in a corner… scared to death, to say the least. When the Sheriff explained the law to the Can’t Names, they were “dumb-founded”, unable to believe that they had lost the “upper hand”.

The Sheriff escorted Mother, Child, and I out to the truck and waved us to go. Mother and I breathed a huge sigh of relief. We weren’t on the road five minutes when we saw the flashing red lights behind us, and we pulled over. The Sheriff approached the truck and shined his big flashlight inside.

“They told me that you didn’t have a car seat for the baby,” the Sheriff chuckled, seeing little Child secured in his new car seat, bundled up in a warm blanket, and enjoying his pacifier. Just proves that it always helps to THINK AHEAD. We were almost home free !!
The battle had just begun.

A woman at the courthouse, I believe she was called “a mother’s advocate” had Mother file an Ex Parte order for emergency custody and a restraining order against Retard Can’t Name and his family. It all seems so blurred now.
One day, shortly after we had gotten little Child back home, Witch Can’t Name called me and begged me to get Mother to drop the Domestic Violence charges against her son. She told me that all he ever wanted to be, his entire life, was a teacher…. Like her and her husband. She told me that if he had Domestic Violence on his record that he would never be able to teach. I reminded her that all Mother ever wanted to be was a good MOTHER. That conversation ended quickly.

The Can’t Name family wasted NO time filing divorce papers against my daughter – who still had no idea why her husband walked out, or why he wanted a divorce – “irreconcilable differences” means WHAT ? He never explained it…. not even to this day.

The Domestic Violence charges were dismissed by the court – even though Mother produced the Police Report to prove it… they called her a liar. She ended up paying child support, and the court ordered a Shared Parenting Plan.
Over some time, my daughter adjusted to her new life. Her career flourished, and she was in demand as one of the best paramedics in the area. In 2010 she met and married Dude Good, an ex-Air Force man, who worked as a surgical assistant at OSU Medical Center in Columbus, Ohio. They seemed destined for each other. Mother was working in Kentucky at the time, and spending a lot of time commuting back and forth. After a year or so of this, they decided that it might be a better idea for her to live closer to her work, and Dude was willing to change jobs in order for her to do that.

In June of 2011, Mother filed the intention to relocate, with the court and the child support office. When she informed her ex-husband, Retard, he was furious. At this time, he was having his visitation time with Child, who was now going on four years old. When Mother went to pick up her son, Retard and Child were NOT at the pickup point. Mother called and got no answer. It was like Déjà vu – it was happening AGAIN !!

Mother went to the Police, she went to the Sheriff, she gathered police reports. She continued to go to pick up her son every week at her appointed time, but he was never there, and neither was Retard Can’t Name. She filed contempt charges every week, and attached the current Police reports. Every time there was a hearing scheduled, the Can’t Name family attorney found a way around it – by continuance or whatever.

During this #2 ordeal, Mother was beside herself, with grief and fear. She had lost faith in attorneys, as she had spent a fortune trying to get the law enforced, with NO success. How does a father abduct a child, willfully disregarding a Court ordered Shared Parenting Plan, not allowing a mother to see her child or even speak with him on the phone for SIX months ??!!!! Where is the justice ? Are laws meaningless – are some laws just not important enough to be enforced ? How can this happen – and the courts totally ignore it ?

After I spent some time emailing and “shaming” the Can’t Name family for what they were doing – not only to the detriment of my daughter, but to my grandson as well, they finally allowed my daughter to speak to her son on the phone once a week. Poor little Child would cry and ask Mother when she was coming to pick him up for “Mommy Time”… and didn’t she love him anymore? It was absolutely heart breaking!! And these people are TEACHERS in our public schools ??? Aren’t they supposed to know “something” about child psychology ? ! And since little Child was staying at the Can’t Name home while Retard worked (graduated and a teacher by this time), doesn’t it make Retard Can’t Name’s parents complicit in Parental Interference / Parental Abduction ? Do they really believe they are above the law ? Where is the LAW ENFORCEMENT in Scioto County, Ohio ?
I actually went to Portsmouth one weekend, to try and find Child. While Mother was at work in Kentucky, her husband Dude and I went to the Can’t Name home. I had a feeling that Child was there and I was right. I knocked at the door, and guess who I saw !! Obviously Witch Can’t Name didn’t recognize me, and she had never seen Dude Good, so she opened the door. Little Child ran up and peered through the opening, only to be snatched away quickly by unknown hands.

I told Witch that what she was doing was wrong and if she didn’t condemn it, then she most certainly was condoning it. I told her that I wanted to see my grandson; to talk to him; to give him a hug.

She said, “I can’t let you do that, because the last time, you ran off with him.” Hmmmmm……

If that’s not an admission to complicity, I don’t know what is !!!!

Mother eventually found an attorney that she respected and trusted, after seemingly wasting money on a couple of attorneys that didn’t actually help her at all. It seemed that she was finally going to end this “nightmare”. Retard finally agreed, at the advice of his attorney, to resume the original parenting visitation schedule. Well DUH !!!! This happened in November of 2011, after being separated from her son since June.

Still, nothing was happening with the contempt charges that had been filed against Retard Can’t Name. And to make matters worse, just a short time before a hearing was to take place, the attorney that Mother depended on, had to abandon her case because he ran for Judge and won. Now she was on her own and virtually broke.

In the meantime, Mother and Dude were the proud parents of another baby. A son named Baby2.

Today Baby2 is 8 months old, and Child loves his little brother to pieces !! Child also has a little sister, born two weeks after Baby2, at his daddy’s house. Life certainly does continue !!

Today my daughter went to court for what she thought was FINALLY the hearing for the contempt charges against Retard Can’t Name. Instead, when she got there (totally prepared to do it Pro Se), she found out that SHE was in contempt for missing child support payments during the last couple of weeks of her pregnancy, and during her recovery period after the C-section she had to have.

Retard’s contempt charges weren’t even mentioned, and the “visiting Judge” ORDERED my daughter to get an attorney or she was going to jail. Now I’m not sure that is legal, if it IS, in fact, what was said ??? I wasn’t there, and Mother was absolutely hysterical on the telephone when she was trying to tell me what happened. Supposedly she didn’t respond to the contempt charge against her… that she was supposed to have received by mail. She swears that she didn’t receive ANYTHING. I know that certified mail has to be “signed” for, and she says that NOTHING ever came by certified mail or otherwise. I have NO idea what’s going on, except that my daughter is on the brink of giving up on life. She’s been through too much for too long.

I’m a widow on disability, and I have no way to help her financially. I know that this is exactly what the Can’t Name family has been hoping for – to totally break her spirit.

Even if I can’t help financially, by God… I will fight emotionally, and I will fight with all the strength and with all the will that I can muster – I will use every legal weapon available to me, including my First Amendment Rights.

I need YOUR help !!

I’m asking for your help in fighting for the justice that my daughter has so long deserved !! She’s NOT the criminal. She followed the Court Ordered Parenting Plan to the letter…. Retard Can’t Name (with his parents’ help) chose to willfully disregard the law and emotionally abuse my grandson, while trying to destroy my daughter.

Please !! We need advice and help in this matter. If you have anything to offer, please let me know ASAP.
I will be happy to answer any questions you may have.

Sincerely,
Mom Original, Mother Good’s mother