I posted on here a few other times about the drama with my boyfriend's BM burning down her kitchen & getting evicted. Around Mother's Day the BM told my boyfriend that after the fire she was asked by Children's Aid to temporarily sign over custody until she could find somewhere else to live. So the 2 year old son came to live with my boyfriend and I full time. From that we then learned that the reason the BM had to sign over custody of her sons (boyfriend's to him, her other son to grandma) is because she admitted to abusing drugs. We suspected she was on drugs but this was the first concrete proof we had - because well, she admitted to it.
So Children's Aid had to come and do a home inspection, run our files and talk to us. I have no idea what the BM told CAS but we were question about OUR supposed excessive abuse of drugs and alcohol? Which is rather amusing because I wouldn't say having a casual drink on the weekends is alcohol abuse. Anyway, CAS was sufficed and things were fine. BM is only allowed supervised visitation at prearragned times at the CAS office once a week.
First visitation was Thursday, my boyfriend had to work so guess who had to bring the 2 year old? You got it - me! Well if that wasn't bad enough, BM lectured me (infront of the social worker) about her son not having a hat when I dropped him off because they were going to the park (no one told me? I was under the impression the visits were at the office). Okay. Whatever. So I came back after the 1 1/2 hours he was supposed to be there for to pick him up, and the 2 year old ran straight to me and hugged me, asking to go home and watch Finding Nemo. BM broke down into crying hysterics about how it wasn't fair. I just kind of stood there awkwardly and told the 2 year old to say goodbye because it was time to leave. She of course is then offended/upset that her son must be 'told' to say goodbye and tells the social worker that she thinks my presence in his life is confusing him about who his mom is (I heard her saying this as I was walking away down the hall). Seriously lady? Stop being a loser drug addict, get a job, find somewhere to live & you can have your damn son back.
Beyond this, since the 2 year old has come to live with us I feel like I have aged 20 years. Spare the two days a week he has day care, I am his sole care giver. Atleast it feels like. My boyfriend works usually until 6-7pm, and since I'm currently unemployed apparently this seems fair to my boyfriend. I mean, I don't mind sometimes but I feel like I'm a stay at home mom. And if I'm going to be doing this I would much rather it would be to my own child. Because I do everything for this boy & no matter what I'm never going to be any more to him than his father's girlfriend. My boyfriend is going away for 3 days next weekend to a convention that we've known about since the winter. Originally he and I were going to go together. But guess what? Now that his son lives here, my boyfriend is going away with his friend and I am staying here to watch the child. Sometimes I just feel so bitter and taken advantage of. I cook, clean, raise his child, and what do I get in return? Urgh.
I feel like I have a long life ahead of me. Rant over.