see I had to do sort of the same thing but for many differnt reasons.

Back in Jan of 1999 ws when I as a mohter saw things in myself that I no longer liked nor wanted a two year old child to see.. My husband and I were fighting all the time and I did not want her to see this, so I asked my mom too come up and take care of bree, and she said yes, I could take care of her, but could not take care of myself and her and my home and my husband and keep from doing things that I should not be doing to keep me safe and not harm myself..

When she went down to my parents home it relived some stress on me so I could try to work on a marraige that was falling to shambels that eventully broke up... At first letting her go down there helped then things got worse he pushed himself on me in ways that was not right ( but that is antoher story)

When we tried to bring her home he started yelling at me agin because somethign wasnt done, and bree needed more attetion because she was mentally behind most kids her age and you had to work with her to get yourself to undertstand what she wanted.. She did not start talking till she was almsot 4 I think.. cant remember all of it off the top of my head.. ** i was so deperssed at that time***

Things got so bad, I hardly ever got to see her because he would not let me.. I had to beg my mom to come up so I could see my daughter because he never really wanted her.. and thatwas when I realized he was dead to me in many ways and she was better off being down there in a home whre she could be loved by all, not just the mommie, who was stuggling to keep herself alive and no kid ever needs to see that (my opinion) so in Jan of 2000 I forced my husband to sign over legal custody of bree so my parents could give her the best care possible.. and my marraige ended for good on that day..

Some good has come of this sitution some bad.. He had become colder but I have become a better mother to both of my childern, I can love them openly and not feel like any man hates me for it, and if they do.. well I tell them where to go..

Long story..
I hope this helps you all to understand why she is where she is, and why I am where I am..