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So this blog will be a little bit of a rant. I had some many people say how could you put out all of your business? And why didn't you reach out to family and friends or even church. And if it was so bad why not sent him to his Father. There is no option that I have not tried. What I have found out is Blacks Lives Matter after a kid is dead but what is happening to save these kids before it gets this far?

I went to church and the help so inconsistent that it didn't make a difference. I mean he was busy on the choir,helped feed the hungry and was a acolyte. So as things got worse people saw the down ward spiral and prayed but no man stepped in. And did I mention that this was during the timd when I was diagnosed with congestive heart failure and my Lupus was in high gear and I was told to relax and pray.

I understood that no one wanted a 16 years old boy who was troubled so they would all talk about being a man and say hey call me so we can talk about whatever is going on . No one stepped up and said let me teach you manhood on a consistent basis. No there were good men who tried but their lives family's and jobs need their attention because he was my kid.

And my story is no different then most single Mother's  who were made single parents by default so judge that if you like because you got married and had a baby or he stuck around and yall co-parent. So damn happy for you. But that ain't my story.

There was my Mother's  Pastor who tried but never made him take responsibility so he was acting out because of me. And I kept saying the dude is doing what the hell he want when the hell he wants. Sneaking out the house leaving the front door unlocked hell one day he left the house and didn't even shout the door. But Doctors are saying calm down and the church is saying pray and folks are saying what did you do to him.

Their was one family who stood up and said let us try we will him every other weekend and give you a break and want to give him a since is stability and structure and that worked until he broke their house rules and that was over. My friend out of the blue say I I will take him he was able to hang out and her house had rules but not like mine. He was going to school and was supposed to graduate in February 2017. But on October 8th he broke her curfew and has not been seen since. So yes I want blood pressure and heart disease and Lupus to calm down  but right now only God can take care of me. So maybe Blacks Lives should matter before my son goes to jail or worse.

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