DIL rang the police this morning. I had already set off to see them and when I got there the police were still there. My son was packing his bags. The police couldn't say much, but were just waiting for my son to leave. She rang the police because my son shouted at her. There was nothing they could do but wait for me to leave with my son and then they left.
After a great many phone calls I finally got through to social services and got my son to talk to them. They will now contact her.
He's here for some space but tomorrow he has to make plans.
I went to take my granddaughter to the park and I never even got to see her- poor little thing. Life is hard. Just about holding it together.
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