The worst and best week of my life (so far)

Mid December, 2012

Theron had been out of town for a few days.  My son Vinnie had been VERY unruly in T's absense.  Vinnie is a wonderful special boy who at times is excessively defiant and disrespectful. You wouldn't believe it unless you saw it.  Many people didn't see it for a long time.  Anyway.

On Monday night Theron gave me a ring and officially told me that we would "make this legit once we get past New Year's".  He played me a love song, sang to me.. it was so sweet.

Wednesday night, after the kids had been to church, they were eating.  Vinnie was being rude and disrespectful to me.  Over the last week, I had given him every non corporal punishment I could think of. Finally I told him that if he continued I would spank him with a belt.

He finally said, "then you'll have to give me the belt".

This is where we entered the slippery slope.

I spanked him 3 times with the belt.  Vinnie told me that I didn't spank him very hard.  I said "Fine, Theron can spank you."  I gave T the belt and he spanked him 6 times.  I COUNTED.  

(The detective told me it had to be more, I told him no.  I have no idea what I wrote in my official statement as I was scared to death and distraught over the whole incident.)

Vinnie cried, I cried. T and I hugged him and told him that we loved him.  We told him that he needed to remember that he is a child and has to mind us. He yes ma'am'ed and yessir'ed and we told him to go put on his pajamas and go to bed.

The next morning, December 13th, I helped him put his shoes on.  We talked about that he was going to be good at school and that we were sorry it had come to that but he had to learn to mind and show respect. Then I sent him to school on the bus.

A few hours later, the DHR worker came to my work to tell me they were taking my children from my custody.

I have been living in hell ever since.