Today was a really tough day as well. Its been a week now that I haven’t spent more than 2 hours with my son. Also Nuong, my mother in law spoke with me about my son eating disorders. My son is taking a huge beating from this Divorce that we’re going through. During the day with Nuong, she said he doesn’t eat at all. I’m the only one that feeds him during the day so he eats with me. Then at night he eats with his mother through force using a Syringe. My wife trained my son since he was a kid. If my son refuse to do what she wants then she would hit him. She came across a syringe and used to stuff milk down him. I know she do love him dear too, but the punishment that my son has to go is no different from concentration camp. If you can literally imagine how my wife feeds him with the pictures I have attached then you would see how painful it is when you don’t want to swallow but you must because you’re choking on the milk. It’s the same way when you’re forced down poison medicine like in movies we seen or even from stories we read. It’s a sad way to treat someone like that especially your own kid. I wished I had the time to take pictures of my son being cut on the back. I wished I took those shots where my wife hit my son to sleep. But then it would be kind of odd to do that when the relationship gone fine. But after my wife decides to divorce I am not scared to tell the truth about the dark secret that’s hidden in this family. Sorry for not having those pictures available. But anyways to explain further what this picture means. Typical baby we use a milk bottle and feed the baby that way. It’s the way we should feed all baby to show that we love. In this pictures it a totally different kind of abuse. My wife Ngoc Tran decide that her sleep is more important so using this forcing syringe technique is a lot quicker than waiting for my son to finish off his bottle. Every gulp of that milk that my son takes down is painful. One time when I took my son to the ER room the doctor said he has a swollen throat which is quite sad. Nothing I can do about it because it’s the way its being treated. Hes forced to drink his milk prisoner style as we can say it.
That’s a punishment that I think its an abuse to a child. Another I like to talk about is mental abuse. At this age my son is in a stage where he can learn. Monkey see monkey do. Birds hear birds say. It’s the same concept. My son is taught to call me “Trong”. My son is taught to call Ngoc-Tran “father”, my son is taught to call Tran “Mommy”. Now why is that? Every father wants to be called father not by their name. It good to know your father name but teaching your son to call you by that is very disrespectful. That’s not only what I find abusing to my son. The abusing part is teaching him how to say bad works such as “Dog, shit, fuck – Trong” . When I am not doing what I’m suppose to do. If my wife is asking me to hand over the TV while I’m almost done with the show I’m watching such as Dexter or Pain then she would get upset and hold my son and teach him “Fuck Trong” “Dog Trong” as she shut the door and points at me. I notice this adaptation from my son. Now when I take him to the park. If hes mad at me he’ll point and go “dog…dog”… That’s abuse right there. Using a kid to do the abusing. I’m not mad at my son but living in the family I suck it in and ignore it because I love my wife Ngoc Tran.
Anyways that’s what I like to discuss about today is the mental abuse that I had to go though living under the power of my wife control. Now back to what I did today! Today I went down to the Bellingham Herald dock to grab evidence that I had to take my son to work on certain days when my wife is out partying or refuse to watch over my son. I had to take on the burden of going to work with my son because there’s no other way I can have someone watch over my son. I don’t have money to hire anyone. I had to become the mother in this situation too because his mother isn’t doing her job. But anyways back to the herald. I got my letter from Don Peterson and was hoping Erin would type me one. But she didn’t, so Don Peterson would have to do for my letter. I started my route and finished around 3:30am . I went home and got some sleep till 7 then did traffic till 9. I had only 2 calls. 10 papers to Food Co-op and 1 paper to Limon Grove DR somewhere. After that I went over to Al’s house and sat around to call Dell support so they can replace his computer. Roughtly around 10:30, My mother in law called to see if I could watch over my son while she goes to the hospital with Vinh for a EPO shot. I swung by my wife apartment and told her that I can. Its also a good excuse to see my son for a few minutes. After giving my son all the hugs and kids. I had to trick my son so I can leave. Its painful to see that I had to go but any longer I had to stay there made me feel unsafe. Living with my wife after knowing the type of person she is you’re always scared and unsecure about your life. I’m scared every minute longer that I had to stay there. After 10 minutes or so I rushed my way out. I turn my head back hoping my son wouldn’t see me run out. I was praying he would cry.
After that I went to Mike house for a bit and lay down. Around 12 I swung by the Bellingham Herald to see if Skip and Joshua is done with my statements. Sadly it wasn’t done but my check copies are here. I got March copies but not the other copies that I need. March are when my wife had my deposit the money and withdraw the money for her. So I went around to find Andrea in finance department to print more checks out for me. She was very nice about it too. I’m happy that I work with a very friendly environment who fights to help you out with the condition that you’re going through. They all put their heart into helping me and providing what they know about my son and I.
After hanging around till 2 to get everything done I went to the Waterfront by Bellweather with Al and took a stroll around the park with him. Boy it was a great exercise breathing in the fresh air from the waterfront. After the walk around 3 if I could recall correctly. My mother in law called to see if I can come over and feed my son. I didn’t want to come over but then thinking of my son being hungry I had to strap my heart and fear of being setup in a trap and head over there. When I got to my mother in law place she stated that all day he won’t eat. When she tries to feed him he refuse to eat. I asked what about his mother feeding him. She said that when Tran feeds him then he eats. Then she stated that usually during the day I feed him so she didn’t know what to do except call me and ask if I could spoon feed him. Its really an odd feeling. I was scared earlier but when it comes to my son safety and hungar I neglect to see what might happen to me. I grabbed the bowl off my mother in law and drove to the park across from Westerley RD apartments place. While feeding him there I hugged and cuddle him as much as I could. Each hug and kisses he gave me was very warm. I then came up with an idea. I took my cell phone out and record what my son called me. Though I don’t know it admitable to court I record it anyways. I caught my son calling me Trong all the time when he needs anything. Sadly I tried to make him up set a few times but he didn’t point and call dog. After I finish feeding him; we picked black berry for a bit then played on the toys then I drove him at 4. I didn’t want to take him to long because Tran might call home and ask her mother what her son is doing. She would probably try to get me introuble so she can get custody. I can’t trust her because of her demanding.
I cant see why she forcing me to sign divorce papers agreeing to give her full custody. Then leaving the kid with me. What we’re disputing here is for the health of the child. I watch a lot of famiy affair during the day with my son and realize that its important that I shoudn’t give up on my son and fight to get him out of the hostile environment. Though when I first came to America my family relied on welfare that helped us get this far. We were in need that time so we relied on it. But then letting my son live with his mother who lies about her income to cheat the government is sad. I want to teach my son to be a grown man and take responsibilities for what he’ve done. I made mistakes before and want my son to not make the same mistakes that I made. I want to take my son into custody because we should all know that funds are available to us to help us. If we cheat it then we’re cheating out those who are on the waiting list that are more in need. That’s what I want to teach my son.
<sigh> sad isn’t it?
Well that’s it folks. I’m hitting the hay tonight. Its only 8 and I’m already done with journals. Now going to bed. Later peoples!
Again thanks for all those who are reading and care. Thanks for all the email’s support!