The Chains that Bind

Like most people no a days I have a Facebook and like most people I have friends, relatives, acquaintances, coworkers, old flames, and a few frienemies as well to top off my eclectic collection of friends. Well a few days ago the sister of the DNA donor to my daughter and youngest son started messaging me and of course friend requested me. Seeing as I had never had a problem with this woman I accepted her request and replied to her messages. Her questions were basic ones about the kids that I was happy to answer. After awhile she tells me that she, her husband, and her 2 sons (6 and 3) would be coming up for the weekend. Personally I wouldn't be willing to make a 300mi drive, one way, for a weekend trip that would have me doing nothing but more driving. She asked if she could come over and see her niece and nephew to which I of course said yes.
The next day was Saturday and typical for my children they were up before the first light cut through the cold winters night sky. Creeping about like criminals or scurrying about like rodents, all 3 were into something. The children were quiet which is HIGHLY abnormal but a blessing because we (the adults) were able to sleep later than 6:30am. The typical Saturday consists of: fixing cereal or oatmeal for the kids, sweeping the entire upstairs (which consists of the living room, kitchen, dining room, 2 bathrooms, laundry room, and 3 bedrooms), cleaning the guest bathroom, getting the kids to do their chores, making my bed, and doing any other little touch ups that need to be done. After all of this was done I turned on the tv for the kids and sat down to check my emails. I was replying to an email from an old friend when the house phone rang; the caller id came up with the phone number but no name. It was the kids aunt (lets call her J) asking for my address so she could plug it into her GPS. The GPS denied the address I gave her so I had to verbally walk her through how to get here. As soon as I hung up the phone it was like someone flipped a switch because the children turned into little demons from the depths of Hell.
Fights ensued for no reason that I could fathom. Hitting, kicking, scratching, spitting, name calling, etc was all that could be seen or heard for what seemed like hours but was actually only minuets. The trigger seemed to be them learning that there was going to be visitors and that they had to get dressed and cleaned up for these visitors. I began dressing the kids in their new winter clothes and washing their faces so they would be presentable in look at least, lol. Once all 3 children were lined up and dressed I sent them to the living room to play on their game system until our visitors arrived. I took this time to prepare myself for our impending guests.
When a burgundy colored Explorer parked in front my home the children ran to the windows smushing their faces against the glass until they were unrecognizable and the glass was smudged by hands and faces. The doors opened on the vehicle and people began to climb out making me think of a clown car as more and more people got out of the car. The vehicle was finally deemed empty when 6 people had exited the car and were entering the front door of the house. J's 2 boys swept through the door like little hurricanes then came J's mother and sister, my kids Nana and aunt T, then came a young woman that I was not happy to see (let's call her M), she is the half sister of my daughter and 3yr old son, we, she and I, had a very rocky relationship when I was dating her father because she liked to go to her mother and make up lies about me so that her mother would try to fight with me. Lastly came J's husband, C.
The kids played and played going from puzzles to knexs to challenging the giant bear of a man C to a tournament of sorts on the kids new air hockey table. The flash of cameras went off over and over again. People were positioned and repositioned for pictures to be sent to relatives. Kids were looking everywhere but forward. It was fun.
After awhile my mother came out to meet the other half of the kids family. She didn't stay in the living room very long because the kids wouldn't stop running and yelling so she excused herself back to her bedroom. The kids Nana followed her back to her bedroom without being invited and slipped into the bedroom. They struck up a conversation about the kids DNA donor since I haven't heard from him since mother's day 2012. He hasn't paid child support in months and when he did pay some of what he was ordered to pay he would only send $15 or $20 at a time and then go months without sending another dime.

The kids Nana confessed that she knew where DNA donor is. He is currently in Georgia facing life in prison for drug charges. He is a habitual felon and this is his final strike. This "man" has spent 90% of his adult life in prison and jail. He seems to be more comfortable on the inside rather than the outside. I find it sad that he has no desire to be free or to keep his freedom. He would rather stick a needle in his arm and chase the next high rather than be a father to the 3 children he has fathered. He is willing to do anything to get his next fix including almost kill the mother of a newborn baby then empty her wallet and steal her car and phone leaving her stranded in the middle of nowhere in the middle of a blizzard. He beat on our son after we split up when I agreed to let him see the kids. Our son started throw fits refusing to leave with DNA donor or anyone associated with him because he was so scared. Any person that can do that to a child cannot be considered a person. Animals may be known to eat their young but they do not beat them so people that can do that to a child cannot even be considered an animal.
This man seems to be bound by invisible chains that continuously draw him back to prison.