posted on Oct, 10 2007 @ 12:19 PM
Why, you ask, would I put up with this situation? His name is Derek Franklin Benefield. My son is my best friend, the love of my life. For months
after he was born, I’d stay up with my hand on his chest, following his every breath. I was so afraid something terrible would happen. In our
marriage, the typical husband and wife roles were reversed. I stayed home taking care of the kids and cleaning the house, and she went to work. Every
morning I’d wake up with Derek, we’d watch cartoons, water the peppers in the garden, anything to make him happy. We did everything together. I
would teach him about the moon and stars, and he would teach me how to smile again. When I would begin to consider the possibility of getting a
divorce, all I could think about was not waking up next to him every morning. I was willing to put myself through anything to make sure he was by my
side.
For better or worse, my desire to hold on to our marriage and my children was soon to be irrelevant. Missy decided she’d rather have several
boyfriends, and gave me a week to get out. She voiced her desire for me to end my life one last time, grabbed the kids, and left. I was not about to
let her ruin the life of my 4 year old, as she probably has her child of 13 years. He has been kicked out of 3 schools in 4 years, and gets detention
no less than once per week. He’s been taught that conscience isn’t manly, that fighting is the answer to everything. Derek doesn’t deserve this,
and wouldn’t even approach it under my supervision. I was taught that doing the right thing is of utmost importance, and the only reason ever needed
for doing it. Respect, compassion, and understanding are my lessons. Her lessons can be seen through the anal pornography she finds appropriate to buy
our 13 year old. “He’ll get it anyway”, she rationalizes, while wondering why he doesn’t respect her. When I picked up my son, he had several
severe burns on his hand, arms, legs, and back. I really don’t know what to think about this, or the fact that he attributes them to his mother’s
boyfriend. My mind was made up. I was not about to watch the life of my most precious companion go down the drain because of the immaturity of his
mother. I began to take notes on everything that had happened over these last 4 years of pain and turmoil.
This is a battle I never wanted. I did everything I could to avoid it, but for the future of my son, it must be waged. I turned over my information
to my lawyer, and was told to be expecting a call from the judge to testify. It wasn’t the judge that called, but my lawyer. Apparently after what
she heard, the judge was gracious enough to not even require my testimony. The order was handed down. I had complete temporary custody of my son. His
mother had no visitation rights, a fact that compelled her to threaten my life in a later telephone conversation. In the last 4 years, I have gone
through the worst times in my life. I’ve also gone through the best. I will find out August 2 if these heavenly moments are to continue. I pray to
God that they are. The first battle has been decided, but the war is far from over. I fight for the future of the most beautiful soul I have ever
known.
Anyway, sorry it was so long, but i dont want people thinking this may be a bad thing to do... its not. I thank you for your time, concern, and/or
effort.
EclecticFrank