Everyone makes mistakes. Some people change, and some people change later than others. For the most, no one changes untill they are ready. I went through a period of my life where I was making more mistakes than normal and lost my kids. To sum up the situation I was involved in a seriously abusive relationship. It toke me close to three years to get my life strait but it was my second time ever since I had a child at 15 to had been in a abusive relationship and started over 100% completley alone. The out come left me with a crapy file in the hands of The Departnment Of Children And Families and a really pathetic Felony criminal charge (being the only charge on my record in my life) Untill now. Here after all the past I lived removing my self from the bitter harsh life on the streets in Niagara Falls New York in 1999 eleven years latter I managed to buy a house with no payments to pay. Work more than 40 hr. weeks with medical,dental,and vision provided for my 5 children, 2 step-sons, 2 adopted children,my nephew, disabled mother, and my disabled ex sister in law. I recieved child support from only one of my childrens fathers and got no help what so ever from the state in reguards to food stamps or medicade assistance to even cover the remaning 20% coverage my insurance company does not. Would you believe my 12 yr. old and I were sitting at the dinner table for 3 hours going over home work. Some thing we do every day just not in such a long streach. My 12 yr old decided he wasn't going to do his work because I toke his xbox360 for playing it all night and sleeping in class. When he came home that day and I confronted him on what he'd done toke the game system and emplied how important the homework and such was he refused to coroperate. With 3 other children to tend to baths and bed time stories while pregnant I told my son after I cleaned up dinner to just goto bed. Not only was he dragging feet,smaking lips, and rolling his eyes, but he threw his bag down the hall slamed his door and shoved his fish tank off his dresser after I smaked him in the arm for the prior ignorant behavior. My Fience then went into our son's room and slapped our son 3 times with a belt the third time while our son was dancing in a circle got the smack on the side of his leg where it had left a terrible bruse. The next day my son went to school and tore his pants and told a teacher he had gotten beaten that very mornning and I had beat him all over his body and throughout the house. Never take anything for granted. That very night we said our prayers and talked as we did every night and yet our son seemed as normal as ever. Had I of known it was our last there's alot more I'da said. My past distroyed me, giving them every reason to believe I could be capiable of such OUTRAGIOUS ALLIGATIONS. Aside from my situation bad bad things have happened to my kids while in their custody along with thousands of others and weather my fault or not I am here to protect the children who can't protect their selves. Please join me.