The Message

At this point the adoption agency was taking care of Ryan. When he was released he would go home with a foster mom until a placement was made. I couldn't even call the hospital to find out how he was doing, all I could do was contact the agency and they would call and then fill me in on his condition. He spent three days in the hospital before he was released.

When I got home there was a message on my pager from Ray. These were the days before cell phones were readily available so everyone had pagers. He asked me how HIS son was doing and called me every expletive you could think of. Now, the only way that he could possibly know that Ryan had been born the night before is, if either my mom or my supposed friend Tina had told him. I know that my mom had nothing to say to him, so I am pretty sure that she took it upon herself to once again insert herself in the middle of something that she had no business getting into. I thought that she was there for me and was supporting me in what I was doing, but I would soon find out that she was an immature, back stabbing bitch that wanted nothing but more heartache for me. I was going through a lot and someone who had supposedly been my friend for 10 years was siding with the abusive man that was making my life even harder.

That call on my pager was the last time that I heard Ray's voice for a couple years, and that was the best thing for me.