*Steve’s father and I would communicate via Facebook (private message) every so often, but more so via Whatsapp. I would send pictures of my son Max to him, as I was not allowed to communicate with his family whilst I was with Steve. I’d always fought with him to allow them to be in his life, but because Max was the only blood grandson, Steve wanted to spite them. That’s how evil he is.
Me, 01:09, 14 Sept 2013 : There are so many photos!!!
His Father, 01:08, 14 Sept 2013: Thanks soo much:-):-)!!!!
Me, 01:11, 14 Sept 2013: You’re welcome. I can send you photos from earlier if you like. These are recent.
His Father 01:12, 14 Sept 2013: His left ear is tilted at the top ever so slightly:-). This a family trait.
Me, 01:15, 14 Sept 2013: You noticed!
Me, 01:16, 14 Sept 2013: I can’t believe he’s 9 months old.
His Father, 01:16, 14 Sept 2013: It does go quick :-(. Gotta charge up
Me, 01:19, 14 Sept 2013: OK. We can “talk” tomorrow. It’s 01:20 here (back in the UK… for now).
Me, 01:19, 14 Sept 2013: Good night 😙
Me, 14:00, 15 Sept 2013: Sorry I didn’t contact you yesterday. Here’s another picture, taken in June.
Me, 4:01, 15 Sept 2013: He’s such a fun baby!
Me, 19:52, 26 Sept 2013: Hello Grandad! I like the taste of my big toe…
His Father, 23:48, 22 Oct 2013: What a punkin! Do you have an address for his father? Its time for a face to face come to jesus. I swear he will never know who gave me the address.
Me, 23:57, 22 Oct 2013: Hello Mr. “Xxxxxxxxx”. Unfortunately he moved from the Extended Stay Hotel but I don’t know to where. (We were living there because he ran us into debt so we were homeless. When I was heavily pregnant we had to sleep in the car…). All I know it’s still around the Marietta, GA area. He took all the furniture I bought out of my own money to set up home with his current “woman”. I’m sorry.
Me, 00:01, 23 Oct 2013: If I knew, I wouldn’t have minded if you told him I told you. I’m no longer afraid of him. Thank you for thinking of me though. I tried to help him and was definitely there for him, but he clearly doesn’t want to be helped. I just wanted to let you know, I was in the relationship for yhe long haul. I would have done anything (legal) for your son. I just wish he accepted my help.
His Father, 00:06, 23 Oct 2013: Ok hon, please call me “Xxxxx” or dad, dad preferably (Sp). If you do find an address let me know as I will confront him. Enough is enough, he was NOT raised to be what he has become and I want to make sure he knows the full weight of this family doesn’t approave of his behavior. God bless. My home is always open to my daughter and my grandbaby, never, ever forget that sweetheart. Love to you both.
Me, 00:14, 23 Oct 2013: Thank you Dad. I will let you know as soon as I find out…if I do. I wish he hadn’t been physically (and mentally abusive) to me. I would have taken him back. But it’s gone to far. I still bare the scars. My knee still clicks from when he dislocated it on my birthday, March 6th this year. God bless you and Haia too. I’m still sorry I believed him rather than asking questions. I will always regret that. Thank you for your kindness/kind words. Thank you for “listening”. I really appreciate it. Love you too.
His Father, 00:18, 23 Oct 2013: We are family honey. Don’t regret, fear, or feel we stand in judgement. We just love you and Max, period. I’m so sorry he put his hands on you, and abused you. As long as I live and am able to move…he won’t ever do that again.
Me, 00:36, 23 Oct 2013: I can’t even begin to explain what he’s done to me. I don’t feel comfortable telling you either – only because I don’t want to upset you. I still can’t believe it all.
I’ve had x-rays on my knee done here in the UK, and they seem fine. I’m also seeing a councillor from a Domestic Violence Group. I’m getting there, but the progress is slow.
He even broke my laptop so I couldn’t use Skype and my phone so I couldn’t communicate with the outside world.
I swear the amount of times I thought suicide was the only way out is unreal. I was in two minds about saying something because I didn’t think anyone would believe me.
I’m sure you don’t want to hear any more, and I don’t blame you because he’s your son, so it must be hard.
I loved him so much and really wanted us to be a family. Unfortunately, he’s his own worst enemy. I don’t know what to do about that.
You know the odd thing about it all? I still miss him every now and then because I know he does need help, and through our relationship, I was always there for him. I really suffered, but still, I stood by his side.
I know he wasn’t raised this way, but all one can do is raise their child(ren) to the best of their ability.
So here I am being honest and opening up to Steve’s father, and trying to make him and the rest of his family a part of my son’s life.
Yet, they turn on me…