Sometimes I'm so tired of fighting

I thought we'd moved past this. I thought wrong. You remember there was this huge blow-out in the front yard before Christmas where Widget's mother tried to defend her new husband assaulting her oldest child? And I think I mentioned that there were rumors of new husband forgetting her promise that it would never happen again? (You did notice she promised, right?)

Well, you might also recall that the school was informed. I just figured that they couldn't really do much and had jumped through whatever hoops they could and nothing came of it.

At his doctor's appointment this morning, Widget went on and on about it again. And the doc had to report it which means we get to go another round with DSS.

I kinda want to run away. Jump in the ocean and just float out to sea or something. The odds of this ending well are so close to zero that it's best if I just assume the sky is falling and react accordingly.

How fucked up is this goddamned area that the people who abuse the kid are the ones who are declared the best fit?

Goddammit.

I'm gonna go wash some dishes or something.