After only 6 months of semi peace, my world would get turned upside down yet again. I picked my kids up on a Friday at the appointed time. Only 3 hours later my 2 boys got into an altercation. I had my wrist strapped up due to issues with it. I had limited strength. Now I went to punish both boys with a spanking (yes my house believed in it so no judgement). My youngest was first and I pulled his pants down and spanked him, then my other son was next. Only when I pulled his pants down I starred in horror and started screaming for my husband to come look.
His whole entire rear end was covered in different colored bruises. Now while I believe in spanking I have limits and rules. I never left any marks on my children what so ever, end of story. I packed him up and immediately drove to my parents house…. I had to run the situation by them. I knew how it would look if only 6 months after the end of the case where he drug me through court, I started accusing him and dragging him through court. While trying to keep my husband and my dad from heading out to beat my ex to a pulp, me and my mom agreed on how to handle the situation.
I headed to the closest ER. I told them what I found , when it was found, and the circumstances that it was found in. I also told them I refused to place blame on anyone due to the recent court battle, as I did not want anyone to confuse justice with retaliation. I told them I wanted my son tested for the gene that causes easy bruising and if it was negative, then it was up to them to decide who had done this to my child.
Long story short, my ex ended up pleading guilty. I was told that my son had been repeatedly spanked for getting up in the middle of the night to pee and missed the toilet, he was 5 yrs old. No offense but that was not a spanking that was a beating, there is a difference.
My ex talked his way out of counseling, and at the end of his 3 yr probation got his full visitation rights back. I let my children forget the events that lead to me having full custody. I knew that the remainder of the time before the kids turned 18 would be hell as he was never going to let up, yet at the same time I was hoping that like me he could choose to be a parent and let go of his tirade to make my life miserable.