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Sullivan VS Sullivan

... shaking her head, "You are right Jeff. I honestly don't know where we went wrong raising our son," she said letting out a sob.

I handed her a box of tissues from my desk. "None of this is your fault. Tell me how often before this did the children spend with you? How much did they ask you to babysit the kids?"

"The sad truth is, we had the kids more than their own parents. We had a much bigger part in raising them. They would spend most of the time when they were not working, off gallivanting around the town somewhere. Sometimes with each other, sometimes with someone else," said Mrs. Sullivan.

"I see. Could you both wait out in the hall for me I'd like to talk to the children for a bit. Could you please send William in for me first?" I asked.

"Of course," said Mrs. Sullivan as they stood and made their way to the door.

Seconds later little William came walking through the door. I looked over at him and smiled, "Hello William. Please come sit. I would like to talk to you a little bit about your mom and dad if that's ok."

He nodded his head and came over to sit on the couch. "Am I in trouble? Is that why mommy and daddy are fighting all the time?" he asked me.

The poor child is only eight years old and has to bear the burden of parents like this, thinking it is all his fault. I let out a sigh, "No, William, you are not in trouble. None of this is your fault. Do you see Mommy and Daddy fight a lot?" I asked him.

He shook his head. "Yes sir, all the time. ...

... It scares me a lot. I try to tell them I'm scared but they just yell at me to be quiet and watch TV."

"I see. And does your mom or dad ever spend any time with you? Playing games or reading to you before bed? How about at suppertime, do you all sit together and eat like a family should?" I asked him.

"No, sir, they always tell me to just go to bed. It's usually my sister who helps me get ready and tucks me in at night. She is the one I spend most of the time playing with, or with grandma and pops when we are with them," he told me.

I let out a sigh, "OK, William, why don't you go out into the hall with your grandparents and have your sister come in for a few minutes, please? Thank you for taking the time to come talk to me."

The boy stood up and smiled at me and shook my hand. That surprised me coming from an eight-year-old boy. "You're welcome sir and thank you for helping my family." I was speechless at the manners this young child had, I knew right away it had to be the grandparents' doing. I looked over at Miss Jeffries, she was shaking her head with a look of pity on her face.

Seconds later Mikala walked in and sat down in front of me. "Hello, Milkala. I just want to ask you a few questions then you can go home with your grandparents, will that be ok?" I asked her.

"Yes sir," she said.

"Do you like living with your grandparents, Mikala?" I asked her.

"Yes, very much. Grandma lets me help her make cookies, and Grandpa is always helping me with my ...