In court, my ex’s lawyer held up my son’s torn shirt, sneering, “She can’t even clothe him.” My heart sank as the judge frowned. But then, my 8-year-old stood up and said, “Judge, please look inside the collar.” When the judge unbuttoned it, his face turned pale, and he looked straight at my ex…

arrives in a public setting wearing degraded, stained, and clearly inadequate clothing. His mother is tethered to a chaotic, irregular employment schedule, forcing them to reside in a deeply substandard apartment. Furthermore, she relies entirely on an elderly relative to shoulder the burden of childcare she is seemingly incapable of managing herself.continue reading …