Chapter Five

7 months later 

Losing custody of Kelvin has been the most horrible experience in my whole life. Each time he returned from visiting his father, he was upset because he heard his grandma say horrible things about me. And I'm the one with the consequences of losing custody of my kid. I got supervised visits because she convinced everyone that I am a drug addict and a loose cannon. Right now, I'm working with my doctor to prove that I'm taking medicines for medical issues, anxiety, depression, and my medical problems. Every time Kelvin got a bruise on the playground, she would try to document it for abuse, turning my whole world upside down. And I'm so upset with Dixon for just standing by and watching it happen, letting his mother destroy me. I don't care if this lands me behind bars. I'll be damned if I let anyone keep me from my son. 

Did you really get fired from your job? Jane texts me. Jane was a mutual friend between me and Lynn. I would say she was more of my friend, because she tells me everything that Lynn says. I don't throw it up in Lynn's face or even tell her that I know I use it to hype my anger, and let it build up and let it pass through my veins. 

No, I quit because it was bringing on too many attacks and having trouble breathing. I sent the words back. 

Oh well, that's what Lynn is telling everyone. Her message read. 

I roll my eyes. There's a shocker. 

I know. I wrote back. 

I hear my phone ring disturbing my messages between me and Jane. I see that it's Dixon, he has canceled my last three visits with my son. I haven't even gotten to see him, and since everyone thinks I'm crazy, this is okay. 

"Hello." I answer the phone, and I feel the tears boiling up in my eyes. I can't believe I'll go more time without seeing him. I miss him so much, and I know he misses me too. I know in my heart that I've done nothing wrong to deserve this. How can one woman ruin my whole entire life, my marriage, my relationship with my son, and destroy my reputation?

"I can't let you see Dixon tonight."

"Why?" I nearly whisper the words. 

"I didn't realize we had a family party today."

"That's supervised, why can't I just attend that?"

"You would do that." His voice sounds shocked. 

"Don't you know at this point I'll do anything to see my son?"

"Look nobody would want you there, I'll get a hold of you next week, I promise."

I don't even say goodbye, I slam my phone on the ground. This is getting out of hand. I am supposed to get my visits, and I don't understand why I can't have them.