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12/11 :  I can't do this anymore. It's killing me.

   Quick update for those of you not in the know.

14 1/2 years ago I was supposed to adopt a baby boy from my step-sister. Her mother told lies that allowed her to take custody of the boy. She died a painful death of cancer about 5 years ago. A month after her death, the boy's guardian, my father, moved in a whore who is by his own admission, "Just here to keep my house and suck my dick." They are both alcoholics.

When I moved to this disgusting state of TN, my father told me nearly immediately, "Looks like you can have you son now. I'm done raising him." The boy was still in grade school and failing everything. We moved into our own place three months later.

His whore, in the midst of a blackout drunk, molested Matthew on more than one occasion. Once was "teaching him to kiss," another "showing him what feels good." When the boy divulged his secret to authorities, my father got wind of it and bullied the boy into recanting his story. "That never happened. You're acting crazy. She'd never hurt you." I believe the boy. That's the same thing I got told when I finally came forward with what happened to me.

The boy began acting out. He started smoking cigarettes, then pot, then stealing beer. The alcohol doesn't surprise me at all because my father would regularly give it to the boy to put him to sleep. The pot doesn't either because the whore uses it regularly then shows anyone her sagging, nasty boobs while begging for love. I have other issues with her, but this one is a big one. She doesn't have any boundaries when she's under the influence of any of the stuff she does.

One day, I went to pick the boy up and he was so high he was clearly not himself. I waited a couple hours to see if I was seeing what I thought I was, then I asked him outright. He tried to dodge around the question but finally confessed that he was indeed high. He then told me all kinds of things about what he does. I was baffled. I immediately went to my dad and told him that the boy was smoking more than just cigarettes. I told him that the boy needed to be kept away from the friends he does it with. My dad's response was, "What do you want me to do about it?"

DCS got called and an investigation occurred. The boy had to take drug testing once a week for, apparently, a month. He passed them so they didn't test him. The boy admitted that he smoked every day with his friends and considered himself a "chronic." My dad mentioned that beers commonly come up missing from his stash (could be either the boy or the whore, hard telling with them). It's just nuts.

DCS got called again when the boy got expelled from school for having pot on him. He got busted after allegedly selling it to a junior high school kid. Criminal charges are still pending so DCS hasn't gotten the entire investigation completed yet. The judge the boy is going to go up against is a hard ass that nobody in the area likes to deal with because although she's hard, she's also sporadic.

I went to the school hearing with him, my dad and my husband. It was so that the boy could offer his testimony about what happened the day he got busted. They were going to expel him completely, but after I testified that I'd been in contact with drug counselors, the school system near my house, and have a history in turning the boy's school from failing to A's and B's, they gave him alternative school. They said that although they couldn't specifically say, go to the schools near my house, they highly recommended he be moved to an area that would not put him in the path to trouble.

At the learning center by his house, the kid he bought drugs from, the kid that smashed and fractured his cheekbone, the boy he sold the drugs to all attend it. He can't ride the school buses, so my dad would have to take him back and forth every day. The boy said, "I don't see why they're making such a big deal out of pot. It's just weed." It didn't help that my dad was flipping everyone that passed him off while in front of the boy.

The boy is called a little fucker, a dumbass, a stupid fuck, worthless, dumb, an idiot, etc. constantly at my father's. He said he wanted to live with his birth mother, but she's no better. An 8 year old runs her squalor. There are rats and cockroaches that have summer houses and condos in her homes. She has two other kids living there which means the boy won't get the one on one that he needs to get through the crap he's been dealt.

He's afraid to live with me because I would make him follow rules, go to counseling, get help for his alcohol and drugs, and clean up his act all together. I might actually show him he's worth something. I would most certainly help him be smart again. The audacity of me.

His birth-mother has a 4th grade education. My dad is such an asshole there are too many words to describe my opinions of him. His whore is worthless and they are raising this boy to go straight to jail, do not pass go. Do not collect 200 dollars.

Oh, and the reasons my dad doesn't want the boy to go? Go ahead ask: He has a hill to clean off the wood from to burn in the woodstove. The boy doesn't do anything but sleep and get high right now. He would lose the foodstamps he gets because of the boy. And if he can prove the boy is mentally unstable (which he isn't) then he can get disability for him. He blames the schools for the boy being a failure. He had no part in the fuck up the boy has become.

I am done. I've tried for 14 1/2 years to help that little boy. I love him more than anything. I've done everything in my power as a step-aunt to aid him and get him help. I've tried. I really have. I have nothing left to do but wait and see what the court decides on the criminal charges. I hope they have mercy on that little boy but get him the hell away from my father the monster, and his girlfriend the whore.