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My Stalkerish Ex Found Our Grandchild

I never thought I would say this,


ever......


here goes....


okay....


{{{ big breath in }}}.....


today I am thankful for my ex-husband's stalker skills.


It only took him three minutes. 


Three minutes....

My ex-husband found the home in Arlington where my grandchild was presumably taken. 


Her father's real name is Jose but on Facebook he is m3nage.a.trois

Using a Google search, that user name connects to a guy named A.J.  

On Google+, A.J. posted a picture of my grandchild on a rose and ribbon printed pillowcase that I had bought for her mother several years ago.


Looking through his contact list, A.J. has a brother named Hans. 


Hans and A.J. have a sister named Melissa and a father named Ignacio. 



They share the same address.  According to tax records, the house is owned by Ignacio. 



Ignacio lives at 20*1 Edgehill **.  I have a phone number, too.



So.....



it's time to see if I can get social services involved.  


Maybe.....there is another way. 


*****
None of them have posted a recent photo of the child. 



I'm worried. 

Maybe my daughter lied?  Maybe they don't have her?  If I finally got to see a young relative, especially if I were an aunt, I'd be posting pictures. 

Let me see how to proceed. 


Let me see what I can do without being too nosey.  It would be easier if people would just tell the truth, wouldn't it? 

I'm feeling hopeful.  Maybe I can confirm the health and well-being of the child within the next day.


It would seem, at first blush, that Jose faked a domestic violence incident (by ripping his shirt in his car) in order to get custody of his daughter.  Within a week, he was in Texas and my daughter refused to say where her three year old daughter was.


I hear bits and pieces from other relatives.  Someone witnessed my daughter talking to the grandchild on Skype but the room was dark and the child was crying out "mommy". 

Why was the room dark?

Some people claim my daughter signed away custody to Jose.

Others claim she signed a contract letting him take her for 180 days.

I wish she'd tell the truth. 

*****


I'll try to hunt down Jose's email.  He used to like to call himself the MexicanVato (meaning a Mexican man who means business). 

I mean business.   I'm just an old Irish lady. 

I'll shoot a little tiny shot across the bow to see if Jose answers me.  I'll send him an email inquiry. If he has the child, tells me what is going on and lets me speak to the child ....I won't say a word.


If he ignores me and/or blocks me, I'll go to the Arlington Police Department and Tarrent County Social Service Department. 

His parents are illegal aliens.  According to Facebook, he's living with them.  I KNOW they don't want that kind of trouble.

If I have to go that far, I'll give his address to the local police department, too.  They're looking for him.  They have to subpoena him so he can talk about how the rip got in his shirt. 


Maybe this will all be settled by tomorrow. 

******


It bothers me that people will lie about a child's whereabouts for 90 days and believe that NO ONE will notice that she is not around. 


Really? 



And here is a hint for parents who want others to mind their own business: If someone asks you how your child is doing, say "fine" or give a small anecdote.  Don't start screaming and cursing.  It is a red flag.   



And here is a hint for the children of illegal aliens: DON'T BREAK THE LAW or do anything suspicious!  It'll open up a can of worms you would rather keep shut.



Oh.....I should probably warn Jose to hide his tin of marijuana.  It's illegal in Texas.  He was terrified it would get him arrested in a state where it is legal to have up to one ounce of recreational pot, so I would assume that he has quite a bit of the stuff.  



Love ya,

S. 

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