Max Wouldnt Tell Me Where Haven Was Today

I asked to see Haven last night:

can I come see Haven? Max responded:

You're a bitch to me. You won't suck my cock. So...

The next day, Max refused to let me watch Haven, like I do every day. I sent 2 messages to Max, beginning around 5:00pm, asking if he knew where Haven was. He responded to my second message, "Yes."

After that, I messaged Max and asked where Haven was. 3 times. After my third message, Max responded, "Where are you?"

I sent 10 more messages to Max asking where Haven was because Max still refused to tell me. Some messages explained why it was important for me, Haven's mother, to know where my son is.

After my 10th message, Max responded: "What makes you think he's not with me?"

I still had no idea where Haven was or if he was ok; Max excuselessly continued to deny me that pertinent information about our son.

Between 6:17pm and 10:26pm, I sent over 75 messages to Max asking where Haven was. I didnt receive a single response.

I traveled by foot to Max's apartment to see if he was there with Haven and just messing with me to be mean, as he has done a handful of times in the past (those occasions, however, he blamed his failure to respond to me on "working." This time, he gave no excuse for ignoring me.)

I arrived at Max's apartment (which Section 8 funding is paying for due to fraudulent income information received from Max. Max pays $50/month and Section 8 funds cover $1,350/month for Max's rent.) at 104 Erie Avenue around 9:45pm. Max's truck wasn't outside and there werent any lights on inside. I knocked two separate times and didnt hear or see any activity from inside.

This was very concerning due to the hour, Haven's age, and how Haven's schedule that day had already been upset by Max, certainly causing a noteable amount of stress, doubtless unnoticed and uncared about by Max, who still insists if Haven isn't crying, he's "just fine (This is something Max has claimed while holding 2 month-old baby Haven and physically assaulting me; to include throwing me off-balance and down on the blue stone tile floor of his parent's kitchen, then stomping on my rib cage.

Max was over-the-edge, unreasonably angry that his parents had left Seattle, leaving us "alone" at their home, and that I wouldn't have sex with him (I have saved text messages between us where it's obvious sex is his issue. I also have a video from around that time where we're arguing about sex and he assaults me while I'm holding baby Haven and Im sitting on the far side of a bed from where he stands. He paces the room, leaves to get a beer, angrily sits down close to me, gets up, then from full height lunges at me across the width of the bed, wrenching my head around by clenching a fist of my hair close to my scalp and smashing his forehead against my face while he snarled at me). He's claimed this countless other times as well when I've pointed out unacceptable behaviors adopted and actions taken toward Haven. The incidents described immediately prior were only some of the first noteable

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Max has given me quite a few other reasons to worry about our son Haven when Max is unsupervised with our 2 year-old, to which no one else has yet to seem to care about. This has been unbelievable to me and caused Haven and I unnecessary and avoidable stress, heartache, continued unsalvageable emotional damage, precious quality time together, and doubtless unknowable and damaging experiences for advocate-less, helpless Haven.

I called Max 26 times that night. He didn't answer one time.

I get high blood pressure when I experience something that is especially stressful for me. I experience severe nausea from it and if I am unable to lay down during this time, I will, without fail, vomit.

My blood pressure must have spiked up with Haven's absence and Max's ignorance and total lack of response toward my concerns. Around 10:20pm, I began throwing up in front of Max's from where I sat in a hard plastic outdoor chair. There was nowhere I could lay down. It was dark and Max lives on the waterfront; even with meager lighting, I could see the glistening movement of bugs on the rough concrete below me. I sent Max messages telling him that I was throwing up sick outside his door. There was no private place to go; any of his neighbors could have had uninhibited view of me. I could hear the closest 2 hosting gatherings in their home; loud exclamations and laughter.

I threw up about 8-9 separate times. It made me need to use the restroom. I sent messages where I told Max I was very sick and needed to use the restroom. There was no place nearby where I could use a toilet.

Too sick to move, I finally sat up from my bent forward vomit position in the chair. I pulled my knees to my chest, put my forehead to my knees, and sat very still.

Max arrived with company around 11:40pm. Haven wasn't with him, though. Haven was in the loudly-running, repair-neglected car that pulled up first, before Max. It turned out to be the car of Max's drug dealer, Gretchen Green. She got out and said to Max about me: What is she doing over there? Is this the drama you have to deal with? You should put her in an insane asylum. What a freak.

Max said something quietly to her from his truck. Gretchen Green, Max's decade+ long drug dealer and on and off girlfriend ("just friends," as Max would say), retrieved Haven and his car seat from the laboriously-chugging car she arrived in, making comments about me in front of Haven, then cooing to him about what a good boy he was for her all day. He said a few words, one of them he repeated: bus! Bus! His words went unacknowledged.

I was still very nauseous and my heart rate had quickly considerably increased. I didnt move. Someone put Haven's car seat down near me. Max backed his truck in to park out of the road where they'd been idling. I dont know where Haven was. I heard Gretchen Green's car slowly backing out, then begin to turn around and stopped with its headlights on me. Gretchen Green had loudly been talking smack to me the entire time; I dont remember what she was saying. the car finally departed.

Max approached me and quietly said: we need to get in, so you need to move. I moved my chair without saying a word or looking up, very sick feeling. Max went inside without anything else to me and closed the front door, leaving me sick outside.

It was nearly midnight and had gotten cold. I'd been sitting outside Max's house for over 2 hours. I was in shorts and a tank top; it had been 78 degrees earlier that day, but was below 60 degrees by that time.

Adding to the effect of the drop in temperature and my lack of effectively protective clothing, a physically-weakening fever sweat had broken out when the nausea had started, over the core of my body and to the top of my head, tapering out over the lower parts of my extremeties, lining the creases in my palms. I was still experiencing the effects from that sweat in the dampness on my clothes, the humid, sour heat trapped in my core and armpits from my folded position in the uncomfortable chair.

I went to the door and knocked, then crouched down, sick to my stomach. With no answer, I knocked again. Max came to the door and opened it. He stood with the door partially open and didnt say anything.

I asked to use a jacket or a blanket. Max said: sure. I heard him walk away; he returned within 10 seconds, but didn't say anything.

After a long silence, Max grudgingly said: do you want to come in for a minute? His speech was heavily slurred. I asked if i could use the restroom. He said: sure.

I barrelled into the apartment, leaving the groceries I bought (2 bags) outside. I went into the bathroom and didnt turn on the light, very nauseated and I feared throwing up again. I sat on the toilet, bent over.

I heard Haven in the bedroom: Bottle! he called out twice. I heard Max heavily sigh and trod into and immediately out of the bedroom. He said nothing to Haven.

I heard Max rummaging around the kitchen. After a lengthy period of time, Haven called out for a bottle again. Max said nothing, but I heard him sigh again and finally put something in the microwave. He heavily lumbered into and immediately out of the bedroom, again. He said nothing to Haven, again. Haven was silent.

I heard Max in the kitchen. He was loudly emptying liquids into the sink, unrolling an obscenely noisy crackling bag of chips, obliviously snatching handfuls of deep fried, salted nourishment and loudly chomping, opening and closing the fridge, opening a can of beer.

He opened the front door, the screen door, then exited. Came back inside after 1/2 minute. Turned on the TV. He noisily exited again, but this time he didnt return. After 4-5 minutes, Haven cried out: daddy! I heard him thump down on the floor from the bed and quickly sprint from the bedroom. Daddy, no, daddy!

Haven! I yelled from the bathroom. I opened the bathroom door. Haven! I yelled again. Haven's voice paused from his panicked, unanswered cries to his father.

Haven saw me and to tried to relay something about Max urgently. He was saying daddy and shaking his head "no," then he held out both hands palms out to me, waving them. He shook his head "no" wildly, dancing from foot to door. daddy, he said to me over and over, waving his palms at me, fingers splayed. Max walked by him while Haven relayed the important, distressing message. Max came in and walked behind and past Haven, not saying anything to the boy, who was visibly distressed and repeatedly crying out Max's title of "dad". Haven noticed but continued repeating to me. I repeated back phrases I thought Haven may have been communicating, hut could tell none of them were accurate.

Haven's hair was butcher-shaved from upper temple down, the remaining hair choppily and unevenly cut, not brushed- it was the worst haircut I've ever seen. What happened to your hair? I loudly asked, upset. It looks awful! I exclaimed so Max could hear. Haven became embarrassed and trotted to the living room after Max. I had forgotten how smart Haven is and had allowed myself to believe that a remark like that, meant to be a stab at Max, would actually hurt Haven if he overheard, and I yelled it out right in front of him.

Haven didnt return until Max passed out/pretended to pass out to avoid interacting with Haven on the couch maybe 10-15 minutes later.

max's phone's alarm clock just went off at 4:30am. Why has it been set to 4:30am after keeping me away last night? It didnt ever go off at that time before.