I apologize for bringing my personal matters here, but i have nowhere to turn to at the moment. I also have seen many others bring up the topic of family issues here with some great support from fellow members. Now, I know that most of us do not know each other much outside of the forum, But for some reason.. Everyone seems to really get behind eachother here. I thought this may be the place for me to get some things off of my chest. My story begins about 7-8 years ago. I was heading down the wrong path. A horrible relationship, Couldnt hold a job, Drugs, Drinking, etc... The only thing good that had come out of all of this, was my beautiful son. Many of you have seen me write about my son many times before and have gotten a bit of insight on my love for him. He is the reason i got my life together. Unfortunately i didnt get on my feet until he was almost 2 years old. His mother and I had separated, I cleaned up my act, quit doing drugs (6 years sober), went back to school and started a good career. During all of this, I was homeless. I slept on friends couches, in cars.. anywhere i could lay my head. Rather then dragging my son through all of that crap, I asked my mother to take care of him until i was stable. I never left him, i spent every possible moment with him. My parents would not allow me to stay with him in their house because my father felt that i "needed to be a man and take care of myself first". Sure, it was a real jerk thing to do, but im glad he did because i would not be the man I am today. Since I needed a place for my boy to stay, i granted my mother "temporary primary guardianship", so that she may make decisions, doctors appointments, health benefits,etc.. Flash forward a few years... At this point i am now cleaned up, steady working, good woman, good job. I decide to move out of Philadelphia and into a nice quiet suburban neighborhood. I take a new job working nights, So does my wife. It was the best option for us both and the most money. My son was attending a private school in the city, rather then take him out in the middle of the school year, I once again ask my mother if she can let my son stay with her until the end of the school year and the wife and i can get our work schedules situated around his schooling. Every Friday i would pick him up to come spend the weekend and then drive him back on Sunday. 2 weeks ago, School year ends and its time for him to come back with me... Here is where the problems come in. I go to bring my son back with me, My mother will not give him back to me.. She is holding this 6 year old court document above my head saying SHE has "custody of him". I never went back to court to have this order changed because i thought to myself "its my mother, why do i need to do that?". The last time i have seen/spoke to my son was 2 weeks ago on his final day of school.. Ironic? My phone calls are being ignored, text messages unanswered and i have been told by my sister that she was informed if i go to the house, my mother will call the police and tell them i was trying to kidnap my own son. I went to file an "emergency custody hearing" and the best they can do for me is September 19th. Rewind 30 years: I have an older Brother that passed away at the age of 2. Present day: My son Looks identical to my brother. I have this strong feeling that my mother is using my son to try and fill the void from the loss of my brother. There is no other explanation to this situation. My entire family and friends are behind me 100% and they cannot believe what is going on. I cannot believe what is going on. My head is spinning, my stomach is twisting. I have to continue to go through my day and act normal as if nothing has happened, Trying not to explode and let my emotions show while im at work and keep my brain focused. Ive screamed, Ive cried, Ive laughed in disbelief. I cannot keep it inside anymore. How do i keep this bottled inside of me? There is absolutely NOTHING i can do! I know that when i return to court, everything is in my favor but what the hell am i supposed to do until them? how can i sit here for 2 goddamn months and keep my head? 2 weeks and i already want to go on a rampage. How can my own mother do this to me? my flesh and blood. The very first person i learned to love and trust in my life has stabbed me in the back and treated me with more cruelty then any enemy has ever done. once again, I apologize for bringing this here.I am not looking for guilt or pity. i dont expect anything for any of you.. I just thought that getting some of this out in the open may help relieve some tension in my head. I could continue writing for hours. I used to write in a journal, but when there is nobody to read it.. it just doesnt seem to help. It feels the same as keeping in locked inside.