One day out of the blue I got a call and they told me they were taking away the one thing that was most precious to me in my world.
After two long years of fighting, thinking it was finally over, they immediately move that same precious child 3,000 miles away.
Then, finally, when I thought things were getting almost somewhat liveable, they moved him to a place where it was allowed if not encouraged for him to refuse to talk to me on the phone unless I would bow to his blackmail demands of letting him be adopted for a religious belief.
Imagine what it is like to hear your son say he won't talk to you unless you bow to his demands - when that's all you want in your life, is to talk to your son. And then when you say no, because you can't say yes to that, he hangs up on you.
That happened for another two years.
Do I really need to say more?