Originally Posted by iwantchixx

Two nights ago I had the worst dream ever. That I was smashing a doll with a hammer, made no sense to me, didn;t bother me any but...... Social services took the baby away and on the day we were supsoed to get him back the foster parents hid him and wouldnt let me take him back.

All I did was SCREAM over and over "give me my fucking son! I can't live without him, I'll die without him. I need him so badly"

I woke up sobbing like a scared little boy. It still chokes me up telling this story