This whole situation makes my head hurt

I think my head very well may blow off my body.

So… I went to get my brother and we went back to the house so he could get a few things that my sister had packed for him.

I guess I should stop and give a teensy bit of background. I am estranged from my bio mom for the past 2.5 or 3 years. She attacked me while I was living with her and I got myself and my children out of there. My mother had been sober for about 10 years, but after that she went back to drinking and drugs. Four of my siblings lived with her.

Crazy brother: He was the one giving her drugs and selling them from the home. another reason I needed to leave. he was also in a gang and just a total mess. He’s in jail now, btw. For at least 2 years.

Little brother: The one that is with me now. He’s 15 (I thought he was already 16, but I was wrong) and basically took on the roll of my mothers "caretaker." after I left… since I had left that role.

Little Sister B: She’s 14 and on the road to getting pregnant and doing all manner of craziness. She is safe from my mothers wrath because she is a girl.

Little Sister M: She’s 13 and also safe. She is a quiet meek girl and as my brother calls her "peter pan" because she is very immature. Both of my sisters were born with an alcohol and drug using mother. My brother was not.

Ok, so anyway, they all live with her.

Recently my brother has been texting me telling me about how horrible things have been escalating. She’s been hitting and abusing him for at least a month, but it was never anything he didn’t feel like he could handle and he stayed. She has been threatening to throw him out and has made him clean and cook for the entire household, basically making him a servant. He is only 15. It’s just not right.

Until last night when she really went crazy (she hasn’t gone to work in 3 days and hasn’t called in. He asked if she was going to go to work or call in and she went off on him) and he had to run into the bathroom to hide from her when he started to text me. She proceeded to destroy his personal property and leave it in the middle of the room for him to see.

Oh, and they are living in the house with some of my crazy brothers "friends", crammed into a single room, with parties, drugs, and madness every night. Great environment no?

Anyway, she went to get cigarettes and he left the house and went to a friends where I picked him up.

When we went back to get some things my sister had packed for him, my lovely mother was standing at the door and told him to never come back.

I can not even imagine how this is effecting him emotionally. He’s been through too much.

She didn’t know I was there or that I was taking him, I parked around the corner and he told my sister that he was going to another friends.

However, I think someone told them he was with me because my sister (B) texted me later asking if I had him.

I was ambiguous.

My brother works in children social services… and he called me after we had gotten home. He gave me a lot of good info and he is going to help as much as he can.

I reported the child abuse last night and of course my mother is in the system.

More Background:

Around the time I left she slit her wrists and went up to my siblings and showed them.

The police were called and she tried to steal one of the police officers guns and pushed over the paramedics. She was in a mental ward for about a week and she checked herself out. I guess she’s been going to court and has to take anger management classes, but she’s obviously not really in the mode to change.

My brother says she is not the same person and he does NOT want to go back.

I’m not sure, if they ever get in there to look at the house, if my sisters will be allowed to stay.

The social worker I spoke to last night was acting like everything could get cleared up with a warning and that he’d go back. But he doesn’t want to go back and I don’t think he should.

It’s only going to get worse.

His chest was covered in bruises and scratches where she had been going at him with her fists and nails.

I tried to take pictures, but the camera sucked and I’m not sure it’ll show up right.

He had a black eye a few weeks ago, but I have no pics of that.

It’s a freakin mess.

I was going to try and go to work for a few hours, but I am waiting to hear back from social services. They called me at almost 3 am last night, and I missed the call and I just called them and they said they sent the police to the address where my mother is but nobody answered (not surprising) and someone would be in contact with me today to talk to Gehrig.

I feel totally crazy and I’ve had the WORST headache ever since all this went down.

I feel drained.

Hes sleeping on the couch now and he is more than welcome to stay with me. I don’t know what will happen to my sisters, I don’t want them to go into foster care, but I just don’t have a big enough place for 3 more people… I don’t know.

This situation is a mess.

I’m gonna go lay down. I feel like throwing up.

Thanks for all your kind words and thoughts, keep them coming. They are priceless and I know your prayers and positive energy will have an impact on what happens next.