Part 2 of 4
We set up meetings with the CPS paid counselors(CPS had to have been
paying them, I never gave the one she and I saw a penny, and all of her
cases were referred from CPS), and it was a month before CPS took my
daughter to a doctor to be checked.  The results were "inconclusive",
according to the CPS agent, who had begun going to my daughter's school
to try and talk to her.  I told my child to tell her that I had to be
there, but I'm not sure how well she remembered my words, since she's
so easily led by an adult who talks nice to her.  She had to go into
the hospital for a minor operation, and wanted her Daddy there, but
CPS refused to let them see each other, but finally relented enough to
let him see our son-after I pushed for that, since our son was deva-
stated and insecure by the loss of his Dad.  The boy began to sleep on
the sofa at night, not wanting to stay in his room, saying he wanted to
make sure everything was alright.  I think he wanted to make sure that
I didn't leave as well.  After talking to a friend who was a retired
lawyer, on his advice, we decided to stop seeing CPS' counselors, who
weren't interested in listening to our stories-yet the one our daughter
saw told me that she didn't think the girl would make a good witness-
that her time sense was almost nil-and we found a private counselor.
Then began the fight with CPS to approve him.  It took a visit to our
state Rep. to get it done, but we finally were out of their system.
The counselor that our daughter spoke to said that she never once men-
tioned anything about Daddy doing anything to her, that all she talked
about was the boy that she had that crush on.
We decided that we had gone long enough apart, and decided to meet away
from the house.  When our daughter saw her father's truck, her eyes lit
up in delight, and I thought she was going to strangle him she hugged
him so hard.  She and her brother were upset every time we planned for
Daddy to move back in and he decided not to for one reason or other.
Finally, the counselor convinced CPS to let my husband return home.
Still no police investigator had called, and this was five months into
this mess.  Since school was now out, and we had no baby sitter I
trusted, I quit work for the summer-which further pulled down our fi-
nances.  When I had mentioned that I was having to cut my hours at work,
the CPS agent suggested that I apply for food stamps and government
aid-I refused, saying that I didn't want to live off charity, since it
wasn't necessary if they would just let my husband come home.  During
that summer, I stopped playing along and began to audio tape the tele-
phone calls between myself and the CPS agent, catching her in several
discrepancies-even set up a video camera on one of her visits-but she
came early and I wasn't able to get it totally ready.  She only stayed
for a few minutes, attempting to scare me with mention of the police,
surprised that we still hadn't heard from them.  I told her that I had
been taping a video letter to my mom when she'd called, and was going
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