He Who Shall Not Be Named

In January I did my first round of training for prospective foster and adoptive parents through The CALL. Immediately after I got home from training the attacks from "he who shall not be named"...i.e., the devil, began. I had one of the roughest weeks I can ever remember having. I cried a lot. A lot of stuff broke around the house. Strange things went on with E's case and overall I was exhausted. Training consists of 30 hours so I trained the second weekend and fourth weekend in January. The second weekend was rough for me during the training (the topic that got me was reunification and what they may look like/feel like for foster parents) but the following week was fine. On the way home from Saturday's training I did the ugly cry the whole way home thinking about not having E with us anymore. He isn't going anywhere right now but we never know when that may change and we know that it will happen eventually.