That thought went through my head... and it's stuck there. I do expect it someday. I believe it will happen someday. However, the fear of that happening in the future is not bigger than the fear of me watching this little soul suffering being thrown in the back seat of a car (not in a car seat and without a seat belt most of the time) with a bag of french fries and a coke while her mother drives all over town arguing on the cell phone with her boyfriend, or lying in bed all day Saturday and Sunday with a hangover while her child runs around unsupervised and unfed.
It's just not a good place for the child to thrive.
When she is 10, we will deal with that then. But for now, her grandfather and I want to give her the best foundation we can. Despite her mother.