My poor brother. Truly, the boy couldn't catch a break if it was personally handed to him.
He had his kids this weekend. They had a great time. He returned them on Sunday, as per his order and was called later by his soon-to-be ex to come pick his son up because he was one hot mess and she couldn't get him to calm down. My nephew is 7 and has officially hit his breaking point. So, my brother went to pick his son up.
Again, my nephew is 7.
My nephew is ill.
My nephew lives with his mom in the hood.
So, my brother went on the property, picked his son up and all was well. His ex-wife calls, demands that he return his son and he said no. He said that my nephew didn't want to return.
My brother went to the courts and filed divorce papers today. He took his son to his doctor's appointment. On their way out, my mom said that they were all laughing until they looked up and realized that my brother's ex, her boyfriend and her mother were out yelling at them from her boyfriend's car. Then, police cars come into the parking lot and block my mother's vehicle in.
They were coming to take my brother in handcuffs.
His ex went to the police station of the city where the doctor's office is at and told them that my brother kidnapped his own child.
So, they ran records on everyone and found that her boyfriend had a warrant. He was hauled off in cuffs. As far as my nephew is concerned, the police (against what they wanted to do, as the one walked away in tears) had to return my nephew to his mother.
This evening, my brother called to have me look the record up of his ex's boyfriend. I couldn't find it, but was trying to cross reference for his name spelling when I ran across a charge that my brother's ex filed on him today.
My brother has a warrant out for his arrest because he stepped on the property to pick his sick 7 year old son up and that put him in violation of her temporary restraining order that she falsely filed against my brother this past fall.
My brother will probably go to jail tomorrow. He is going to turn himself in tomorrow at 7:30 AM.
Please pray for my brother Billy. He is just trying to do right by his kids. He is clean and trying to secure a job.
He is really trying.
As for me, my stomach is burning and the zantac is not working. Hopefully, my worry is not burning the stomach lining out. Perhaps it is too much pop and the garlic bread that I consumed. Hopefully . . .
Smiles suspended in request for prayer.