I’ve only been allowed to be with him about 3 times since he was born about 11 years ago. I hd lost track of his birth-date because my heart was broken. (2:52 a.m., 6lbs 14ozs, 05/20/13, 20″ Demetrius Scott. My grandson.)
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My son tries to do his best but he’s under the gun with my grandson as well. Some of you may know how that goes. The mother asked me for money to ‘kill’ the 1st one, I didn’t give it to her so she got the money from her parents to kill it. Then she turned around and had another one. She kept him to use as a weapon against my son. I used to think she was so beautiful too. Straight up, pretty, dark- haired Bosnian who my daughter and I helped to move when she was pregnant. I drove the van, my daughter and I moved her furniture with my son and his friend. I was proud. Her own parents didn’t even pick her up for College Graduation or take her back to her dorm to get her things. We did. She cried. I felt so bad and didn’t know what to say. They hate me and don’t even know me. Now, because she fell out with my son, she doesn’t allow me to see my grandson. She’d been giving him to my son’s father and wife all of these years because his wife can’t have children so I suppose she took over my bloodline. I keep her in prayer though. Why hate right? God wouldn’t like that.
Didn’t think I’d become the enemy though. It’s been rough especially seeing all of the posts online about “grandma’s” and jokes about how they love them but it’s so nice when they finally go home, etc. Pray for me that my grandson gets to finally know my daughter and I and gets to know his dad…better. His dad is a really cool guy.
Demetrius Scott, we love you.
Blessings!