So I wake up at 6am. My stomach is tied in knots again and I have to rush to the bathroom. I had another "nightmare". I'm haunted in my dreams with the possiblity if maybe I had just said more... we'd still have our daughter. I can't imagine how anyone who knows us and the situations BM has put SD in would side with her. I'm terrified that my munchkin is going to miss out on so much because we let this happen. I should have been more forceful. I should have stood up for myself and made the judge hear me out. Then maybe he would have understood better.
SD has been taken out of preschool and is currently staying with her grandmother again. What is the point in giving one parent primary residency when the child doesn't even stay with her? God I'm sick to my stomach again. How do I deal with this?