A week from today we are back in court again. I park, spend a few minutes in prayer then make the long walk into the family court building. From the moment I walk through those doors I a being judged. I walk through the detectors and make my way to the waiting area. As I sit in the massive room that feels so small, so confining and I feel too exposed I try not to show any emotion. I look around and see bio family members, attorneys, case workes glancing at me, judging me.

In all truth that is one of the reasons I am there, for all the players in this process to judge me. I want them to look and see that I dressed my best, that I am put together and conduct myself well and above all else that I am here for this girl-girl. I am not going anywhere, I will fight for her.