so October came around and I had Elemina. I was living the life I never thought I would live. you see my boyfriend, Timothy also had three older children from a previous marriage and the youngest was 6 and that is Autumn. his oldest is Austin and his middle child is Brenden. brendedn had alot of mental difficulties which was mostly dealing with anger and ADHD. he hated the fact that I was with his dad. he always thought that I was gonna take his dad away from them and then when I had Elemina it got worse. he tried to become physical by throwing things around and hitting himself and banging his head on hard surfaces. well Brenden was getting help. their mother was a constant disappointment to them. saying she will get them for a weekend and never hear from her for a couple months. but everything was going alright for the most part. we made it work. I mean I was 22 and I was a mother of 6 kids! I was overwhelmed to say the least but I handled it. we handled it.
well, I'm not gonna get into alot of details with this but child services came into the picture. Timothy's ex called them due to Brenden telling her that he hit him. mind you.. we never hit our kids, we spanked them. like everyone in the world has been spanked and does spank their child for misbehaving. anyway...