I literally have nothing to complain about.
But foster care is like a black fog that is covering all of the good up.
I am waiting for the light of God's POWER to come bursting through all this darkness.
Lizzy's visits are horrible.
And now they are talking like her visits with her dad are going to be 2 hours now.
And like mom might start having 2 visits a weeks, 2 hours each.
Three times up at the agency a week.
My schedule truly will not allow for that if I want to be sane at all.
I am sick at the thought of having to have her moved.
I just don't know what to do.
It just isn't fair to our family.
If next month they move to that it will be the end.