Many of you probably want me to go to hell but I can explain; my hours of work mounting and had to work myself to death for my son. Don't get me wrong; my HVAC job had the pay being good at first but prices going up, more work on my plate and needing to do what I can to help him. My wife and I are divorced; you can guess as of why. She got lonely and cheated on me while I'd been working.
Thankfully; he is in my care or was; at first he was talking to people online to some people and to me seemed fine with him talking to kids his age. At first nothing seemed wrong but my son seemed to be avoidant, looking around when I entered the room and stopping what he was doing. With me looking at his search history; my heart sank seeing what was sent to him. With alerting his mother about taking away his electronics and making sure to lock up the computer unless we were both in the room. Even making sure to take it to the room with me.
He's only 9 and shouldn't be looking up the kind of content he is; however I'm unable to keep an eye on him and his mother? Who knows if she is looking at what he's looking over or not. We both have two different parenting styles; she was beautiful but we were horrible for one another and a part of me regrets having my son, not being able to provide the stable life he deserves. One day everything is fine; nothing really going wrong, a fight or two then next turn around the corner you have your life pulled out from under your feet. I'm dragging the point out about my son but honestly a part of me can't face reality.
I've made efforts and attempts to teach him stranger danger; the fact of strangers talking those things with him made me disgusted. The chat logs of them going back and forth with the stranger asking him how his day was, at first innocent but slowly changed as the two got to know one another. The chat logs made me disgusted, imagine trying to pump down an AC unit under pressure while reading the chat logs; my stomach twisted in knots, the conversation again innocent with asking, "hey how was school." and asking about me, not wanting to get into those. All I can tell you is reading the chat messages about me made my heart break.
Oh and yes I'm spying on my son while he's at his mother's. I'm needing to keep an eye or attempt to then I'll do so. The last thing he needs is to have pornographic material sent to him by strangers he met in an online game again. After seeing this, when picking him up from his mother's we have a talk with me trying to urge him to heed my warnings and listen to me but it falls on deaf ears. That talking to a wall would be easier than this.
He responds, "mom said you're not in charge of me while I'm at her place." My heart breaks even further hearing this.
I plead with him, "I love is why I care that you are talking to strangers; I don't want anyone hurting you." The next week I'm at a different place doing a brazing job; getting some copper pipes for the system together; after getting done with the brazing of the pipe and running nitrogen through the system I'm quickly checking the phone to see my son and the stranger are planning to meet up. I'm quick to call my ex with her not picking up, quickly stop running nitrogen through the system, leaving my worksite the way it is; leave my boss a message with me jumping into my work van speeding down the road with me calling the police to meet me at the location. A cop speeding on by goes by me towards the neighborhood the two are going to meet. However once I'm at the scene my stomach drops with my face going white as I see my son's favorite stuff Teddy bear. The tears that burn my face.
Every part of me wishing I'd done more; asking myself what I could've done different, an amber alert is sent out with the police helping out to find him with me giving photos of him just any and all chat logs. As the days pass by me; restless but still working, needing something to keep my mind off of what I'd gone through with everything until I'm going on my son's account to message the stranger.
The stranger messages me back an image of my son hung by chains with each part of his body chained and hooked. At the jobsite puking on the customer's carpet. They come in to yell at me until they join me in letting their lunch out once they see what I'm seeing. The photo turned over to the police with more photos sent to the police, taunting them as they're powerless to help me find the sick fuck.
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