Sometimes Life Can Be So Unfair
As adults, we're often confronted with things that need changing, that we feel the necessity to change, but that are out of our hands. Last night, Dh told me a story that was just so sad.
There is a girl in his class - or rather she used to be in his class - and he had her moved out. The child was very disruptive, that's describing her behavior lightly. She was suspended several times and it was just 3 months into the school year. Anyway, you get the picture..the girl was bad.
Well, it turns out both she (5th grader) and her 1st grade sister are being molested by the mother's boyfriend. The mother, doesn't believe the daughter. I'm so sick I'd like to cry. When he told me this last night I was incensed. I really was. I couldn't believe it. Even now, I tried hard to get it out of my mind, and I guess that's why I decided to blog about it, because maybe if I wrote about it, it would leave my mental space.
You'd think that in my job, because I hear about child molestations frequently, I'd be someone used to hearing it, but trust me, it never ever gets easy to hear. Ever. Never ever.
I wish so much that there was something I could do to help this girl...but there isn't anything I can do. Thanks for listening to me vent about a situation that I can't even begin to help with.
There is a girl in his class - or rather she used to be in his class - and he had her moved out. The child was very disruptive, that's describing her behavior lightly. She was suspended several times and it was just 3 months into the school year. Anyway, you get the picture..the girl was bad.
Well, it turns out both she (5th grader) and her 1st grade sister are being molested by the mother's boyfriend. The mother, doesn't believe the daughter. I'm so sick I'd like to cry. When he told me this last night I was incensed. I really was. I couldn't believe it. Even now, I tried hard to get it out of my mind, and I guess that's why I decided to blog about it, because maybe if I wrote about it, it would leave my mental space.
You'd think that in my job, because I hear about child molestations frequently, I'd be someone used to hearing it, but trust me, it never ever gets easy to hear. Ever. Never ever.
I wish so much that there was something I could do to help this girl...but there isn't anything I can do. Thanks for listening to me vent about a situation that I can't even begin to help with.

Did I mention that Dh is a huge fan of any zombie movie ever made?








