I pray for the day when you can fully embrace them, for that is when your anger will be healed
I am afraid that the thought of embracing Julie is too horrific for me to contemplate just now.
I had hoped to bring good news with me today, from the meeting I had with the child welfare manager, and in a fashion I am. It turns out that I imagined being called a severe risk to my son's welfare, and I imagined the she said the Department would intervene in any action I took in the Family Court. And she definitely did not imply that I was such a danger to my son that if Julie decided to come back to me she would take Darcy away from her. So I must have been dreaming when I thought all this happened. I must have confused them with Julie, because after all it has been her choice all along to refuse me access.
So don't that beat all? maybe it's old age making me imagine such things.
But, of course, it would not be a good idea to change things at the moment, so we'll just leave ti that my access still has to be supervised, and isn't it a shame that Julie makes it so difficult, and yes, they can understand that I won't have access if Julie is supervising, and yes they understand that there is a four month waiting list for the organisation who could provide independent supervision, but after that's my right to choose.
Etc., etc., etc. "And why are you looking so unwell, Joe? No of course we are in no way responsible for the permanent shakes in your hands, and we are definitely not at all responsible for any of the psychological injury you may have sustained during this period."
Do I sound bitter? I should have known better than to expect some humanity from her, and as for an admission that she may have got it all wrong, well that's like expecting snow in the middle of July.
At least now I can go to my solicitor and start to get Family Court action happening. I think I will apply for custody rather than just access. I'm told that the Court does not at all like parents who use their power over giving access to make the other parent's life miserable.
So we can't break out the champagne just yet. A lot more prayer is going to be necessary. I have no doubt that I will ultimately succeed, it's just not to be yet. And I am SO TIRED. I'm tired of the anger in me, the pain, the fear, the ugliness of some of the thoughts that come from time to time, the missing Darcy. The love that's in here for him, that I want to show him. The emptiness.
But my granddad used to say "Nothing that's worth anything comes easily", and he's absolutely right. I have certainly grown and learnt through this. I am not the person I was eight weeks ago; there's a strength in me I can feel, that was not there before.
And I have faith in God, that He is working hard to help me be Darcy's dad. That faith is also new; there was always some faith, but never with the completeness there is now.
Keep praying and sending love to me and Darcy. And one day I will be able to write "He's with me now".