True story of my Little Angels

The Title is dedicated to my youngest son who's favourite story was the little angel who came to earth and done 'good deeds'

 

The evening before my eldest son was born; there was the most beautiful sunset to be seen that filled the sky with shades of red and orange. It somehow explained the sheer joy that I felt after so many years of childlessness.

 

My eldest son was born the next day and as well as his birth name * I called him ‘precious’. A few months later I was surprised but delighted to find that I was expecting my second son.

 

The evening before his birth hundreds of bees decided to call in via the kitchen window from a hidden hive near the roof.  As well as his birth name * I called him ‘treasure’. His first toy fixed to his crib was a honey bear.

 

The birth of my sons gave meaning to my whole life.  I always knew how fortunate I was after so many years of childlessness and emptiness.

 

I worked hard to give the best in every way to my sons and bring them up secure, protected and loved and my sons were and still are central to my life.

The father did not take to parenthood as well as me but it was difficult for him, financially I had become the biggest earner and had to leave my job to care for our sons.  He finally lost his job through depression.

 

In spite of this we had 2 happy and secure children, both doing well in every step they took. I took them everywhere, to all the mum’s and baby groups, mother and toddler groups, then on to play school, nursery and finally the big step to full time school.

 

The father did not work again until some years later, so while my sons were at school I cleaned at different doctor’s houses.  They became good friends and loved my sons to bits, buying them little gifts on birthdays. Always they would remark how bright and happy my children were.

The staff at the school told me how they loved to see them in the office with the morning register as they would chat away to them. They were impressed how conversational they were for their age.

 

So when a family crisis happened and I was separated from my children by the social services, I was invited into the school by the teachers to see my children in their sports events against the wishes of the social worker and foster carer.

 

My sons faces lit up when they saw me and the teachers and mums ignored the foster carer who was trying to get the Head of the school to remove me.

 

The social worker went on to lie through the courts, the whole court system pitted me and the father against each other and a care order was made.

 

I have taken the case back to court 4 times.  By the time of the last court hearing I had done enough work to prove perjury and perverting the course of justice by the social worker along with defamation of my character, failure in duty of care by a social worker and more.

I have no malice towards this woman; I know that she has a career and children to care for too. I understand that she wanted my children as who wouldn’t want 2 smashing kids like mine, I understand why she wanted the father and why she could not stop seeing him as she saw what I did in the beginning, the lovable and often funny and entertaining hunk of a man.

 

But I am without my children because of her.

 

It was also a woman judge who refused to accept the history of the case to review it, saying that history has no part in the family court.

So what does matter in a family court if truth and history does not matter and how can a court work in the interests of children.

I have worked hard to keep a home for my sons should they have come home.  I have worked hard to re-build a friendship with the father even though both of us have moved on in new relationships and marriage.

 

I have a responsible job, I have enhanced CRB checks, and I work where I often meet social workers. Yet the family courts are denying me the right to care for my own sons and the only reason that I can see is that I dared to prove the dishonesty of the social worker yet without malice. 

My eldest son has been moved 3 times with different carers, my youngest son has been moved at least 6 times including children’s homes. Both have had periods of time out of school.  Both suffered proven abuse by a foster carer.

 

It costs thousands of pounds each month to keep my sons where they are, unhappy and without all their birth family.

 

I have been denied information, denied contact, the whole birth family has been denied contact, no birth family member was ever asked if they could care for my children, the GAL did not fulfil her role and see the children at important times for the court, there was no GAL at all in the first court hearing, a ‘expert’ called in on the last court hearing was in contempt of court and the list goes on.

 

So what is wrong with this country when they allow family courts to abuse birth families that are perfectly capable of rearing their own children even if on separation of the adults by shared parenting.

 

A message to my sons who are now teenagers, your whole family misses you so much xxx.

Will be continued:

 

"I hope that in the end I not only see my children (my children are older now and can make their own decisions) but the case goes to helping change the social services and family courts".

This is my daughter.

She loved her children and they thought the world of their mother. I was there when they took her children away. One child was in his mother’s arms when these people came, he screamed I want to stay with my mummy. He was still screaming when they dragged him away from his mother, her other son stood there in shock.

Before this they were two happy boys playing.

I am the elder brother of the writer.

Whenever I visited my sister I could see the love she had for her kids. She had tried so long to have children, so long in fact, that it was a very big surprise when she announced she was pregnant. I would be sat downstairs some evenings while she was upstairs reading her children bedtime stories. I have no doubt about her abilities as a mother.

 

But then the children were taken away by force, a Social Worker arriving on the doorstep with the police. When I heard about this I thought it must be a mistake, and so would only be temporary until sorted out. But our parents and myself were issued notices to prevent us telling anyone in the media and she is still fighting to get them back

 

I wonder how many of us could cope with this situation as well as she has. What would we do if it happened to us? Because if it can happen to her, it can happen to anyone.

Her Bruv

 

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