Hell Bent Hearts-Last Entry

So despite Papa being terribly ill, Bubba's had little contact with us since he left. And out of the blue the other day, he telephoned and spoke with Papa for about a half hour. Papa told him how hurt we are, especially with the lies that his "mother" put in the petition, i.e He's missed out on so much, especially love, respect, someone to listen to him and believe in him. Those "people" accused him of being on drugs and stuff and were threatening to send him to a treatment center because of his behavior toward those persons. (Gawd, I hate being referred to as "people and persons." Also, no accusations of drug abuse necessary. He admits it, has been in rehab at his request, and we've got medical and police reports.) 

So, just how have we ended up being the bad guys here?

Our lawyer will appear for us and set the record straight.  Bubba knows the truth and so does everyone else.  It just has to be on record, for our sake, for Bubba's sake.  So he'll know that we continue to have his best interests in mind.  We've never given up, even when it would be easier to do so.

There's a song, "I Hope You Dance" by Leanne Womack that has a line...Don't let some hell-bent heart leave you bitter........

I know, as Bubba grows, he's going to realize how his actions have affected so many of those who love him, here, us, his "family!"  How we, this family, have only had his best interests in mind, loved him, spoiled him, cherished his laughter and unique personality, prepared him for life and love, given him memories and encouragement, and while we're not "his" true blood, we went over and above to protect, nurture and love him, even at times when it was very difficult.

I hope he's not hell bent, after all, because we tried our best.

I will work toward not being bitter. Swear.  I will give it my best shot.