Workers making news for domestic violence

What totally amazes me to this very day is some of the people they let take other peoples kids. 

Kate Jeffcoat made the news a few weeks after she took my kids away for domestic violence with her husband. And her kids were there when it happened! But did anyone take her kids or investigate her? NOPE they sure didn't!! Why is that I wonder? Because she is a CPS worker and her husband is a cop? Its wrong. Very wrong!

http://behindthebluewall.blogspot.com/2011/08/ky-officer-jeffcoat-former-deputy.html 

Now I'm not going to get into this a whole lot but I am going to say I feel very very sorry for her husband. He was a Police Officer and got into trouble. And from what I understand from several sources very close to them he was NOT at fault. But if she did to him what I was told she did then he should have "slung" her around. Sorry but thats my personal opinion. All she managed to do was ruin this mans name. And the news media and KSP helped her to do it. I met this man and he was a very nice man who didn't deserve this.

Personally I couldn't care less. My point of this whole post is to prove a point. Some of these CPS workers are getting drunk and having domestic violence in their house in front of their kids and getting away with it. Someone should go in and not ask them the truth and then make up lies about them and jerk their kids away from them and see how they like it. They are not any better than anyone else!

THE VIEWS HERE ARE MY OPINIONS OTHER THAN THE LINK AT THE TOP OF THE PAGE. I HAVE A RIGHT TO VOICE MY OPINIONS.

Blame Game

Talk about feeling alone I sure did. When my husband got home he was still mad. He was mad at me and my family. He was mad because he had lost his kids and my family he felt was the only one that caused it. I on the other hand felt as though his kids and ex wife played a role in what happened. At this point we wasn't seeing eye to eye on much of anything.

He informed me that he would do what he had to do to get his kids back and if that meant me leaving then I would leave. I would do anything for my kids to come home but what had brought that on? Come to find out Mitch Harris had told my husband that if he ever wanted to see his kids again then he would divorce me and move them as far from me and my family as he could because my family was all crazy. What?? Who is Mitch Harris to say such a thing? Mitch also told my husband that he would make sure I would never see my kids again. Well let me tell you something, that man had another thing coming if he thought that was gonna happen!

The bickering went on and off thru the night. My husband said it was all my families fault and I said no his kids and ex wife was involved and was to blame also. To this day we still don't agree on this subject and try to avoid it as much as possible.

I sit back now and think and I still have so much resentment from all of this. I resent my family, my husband, KSP, CPS and so many more people. They didn't want us to stand strong together and go against them. They wanted to break each of us down and turn us against each other and thats exactly what they did.

Jail

My husband I was in jail for a week. A lot of that we can thanks the bail bondsman for. She didn't bother taking the time to call and verify who we were so we just sat there. I wasn't allowed to see or speak to my husband. I cried and cried and said I just give up cause they took my babies. That was not what they wanted to hear.

They threw me in the front of the building in a glass room where when anyone new came in they could see me. They took my clothes. I had no TV, no phone and no one to talk to. So I cried. And cried and cried and cried some more.  In the week we was there I slept about a total of 15 hours. I stopped eating everything. I was having severe chest pain. (I have had two heart attacks already) I was refused medical treatment. Every Time they shut the flap on the door I beat the door and screamed until they opened it. The nurse decided I needed to have someone sit outside the door and talk to me to try to keep me calm. That worked for a couple of hours but then a guard said she couldn't stay there anymore. 

I saw the bruises from where Mitch had grabbed me and pushed me down. I asked for someone to take pictures and to file a complaint. Of course I was refused that also.

The last day I was there a different bail bondsman came by my door and I was crying and begging for him to please help me get out of there. He said he would call the judge and see what he could do. I figured he would never come back. But he did! He said the other bail bondsman hadn't made any calls to verify who we were so thats why we had been sitting there the whole week. The Judge had finally released me OR. Thank God!

As they were getting my paperwork ready for me to leave they said they were also releasing my husband. I was so happy but that happiness would soon turn to confusion once again.

I sat outside the jail and called my best friend on my cell phone. She had called my mother and father in law and they were coming to get me. It was about 1 A.M. on a Sunday. My husband came out of the jail and it was clear he was still mad. He had called his son Caleb to come get him and said I couldn't ride with them. So my mother and father in law took me home.
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What?

The Trooper that took me to the jail was actually a very nice man. He had remembered my kids from Troopers Island and talked highly of them. Now that I sit and think back I was rude to him. He let me get out and smoke before he took me in the jail and I told him I had always been taught to have respect for the police but now I wouldn't spit on them if they were on fire. He just got this look but said nothing. 

As we were waiting to go in the jail I saw my dad. He looked at me and turned his head. I will never ever in my life forget the look on his face. This was the man who had worked his whole life enforcing the law and we was always so proud of him and his job and so was he. Now he had been arrested because of lies. I remember as I was talking to the bail bondsman I was watching him pace back and forth in his cell and I kept telling her they need to check on him because his heart is very very bad. Come to find out months later he actually had a heart attack while there and his defibrillator shocked his heart. Hours and hours later he got to leave OR. As he walked by the cell I was in he just looked at me and walked off. I just cried and cried and knew my dad would never be the same again and he would never love me like he had before.

When they brought my husband in I could tell just by looking at him he was so mad. He just looked at me and turned his head. I was so hurt. I couldn't figure out what the heck was even going on much less deal with everyone being so mad at me. I finally got to use the phone after hours and hours. I called my mom and she was screaming at me how I had ruined my brothers life and how my dad had worked so hard his whole life at enforcing the law and now was in jail. I finally told her I didn't have to listen to that crap and hung up on her. Later I realized she was just as upset as I was about what was going on but I knew we would never be close again.

I got to jail early that day and was refused a phone call until up in the night. It was cold. I couldn't stop crying no matter what. All I could think about was my kids. Where were they? Were they ok? When would I see them again? It didn't take long for me to loose the will to live....
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