Confronting the enemy is always unpleasant. But, when you have to confront a child molester, it is the hardest thing I will ever do in my life. Just the thought of it makes my skin crawl. It is the most unpleasant thing I’ll probably ever have to do in my life.
So, my friend’s bastard soon to be ex-husband is out of jail. I wish he had rotted in there, but that’s not how the justice system works unfortunately. In fact, I believe he got out for good behaviour…how fucking ironic. And, now, he’s requested to see his two sons. So, my friend told her boys and the oldest boy was hesitant, but I believe he is going because the youngest son wants to see his father. Therefore, there needs to be someone there to supervise the visit and my friend has not been able to get her shit together to contact Children’s Aid and get them involved, which they should be. That’s another bone of contention amongst all the friends, a lack of initiative by our friend to get things going and making sure she’s got herself covered.
My other friend asked me if I would do a shift of supervising for one of the visits and I said I would. Then I suggested we should do a shift together, since she had agreed but as she doesn’t have a car and can’t drive up north she told our friend it would be as a last resort. I figured if the two of us were together, at least one of us will be rational enough to stop the other from beating this bastard for destroying his family. I am not a violent person, but this whole situation just makes my blood boil. I just feel so….I can’t even begin to describe it.
I am not looking forward to supervising these visits, and I wish I didn’t have to see the asshole, but for the sake of the children, I’m doing it. No other reason. Such is life. 😐