The picture actually has a double meaning because the cunt does wear tacky sweaters, but she also invades my childs dreams. While I have to LOL at the first part, I cry with the fact that she scares my child.
Ever since the cunt spoke to Master P in the parking lot of our home during the summer of 2009, he has been having reoccurring nightmares that the "bad lady" is coming to kill me and to "get" him. I'm NOT quite sure what "get" him means, he refuses to elaborate, but it pisses me off. I try to calm him down and soothe him, like any good Mother would, but the dreams continue. He wakes up screaming at the top of his lungs for me in the middle of the night. He wakes up with the shakes and cold sweats, but the courts didn't seem to think that that mattered. My father, who is American Indian, bought P a dream catcher and had it blessed, that, however, hasn't seemed to help. IDK what to do. He is petrified that the "bad lady" is coming to get us. Its gotten so bad, that he refuses to sleep by himself or with the lights off. He's afraid that if he doesn't sleep with me that the "bad lady" is going to kill me. ARGH!!! A 4 YEAR OLD SHOULDN'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THIS. He keeps asking me if I'll watch over him when I go to Heaven soon. FUCK ME!!!!
Some nights are better than others, of course. The nightmares seem to be worse after he spends the weekend with his best friend, Z, who happens to be the cunt aka "bad lady"s daughter. His most recent nightmare was Sunday night. I'm at my wits end.
I DID not tell him that I went to court and that they ruled against us. I thought that would only play into his fears. I just try to reassure him, as best as I can, that he's safe with me and with his Daddy and no one will EVER hurt him. Of course, if they try, then I will rip their throats out with a smile and happily spend the rest of my life in jail!!! You don't FUCK with my child! He constantly asks that the "white light" surrounds him, his Mommy and our house. Sadly, I've done everything I can do legally. Now, I guess I'll have to leave it up to karma. OH how I hope I'll get to be the one to shove the karma up her narrow, flat ass. Usually it doesn't happen that way, but one can hope.
I'm at my wits end. Do any of you have any suggestions?!?! This is too much pressure for a 4 year old to handle. He's a sweet and caring soul and worries about his Mommy WAY too much. =( Makes me want to cry.