And so it continues..

This story is close to my heart, this story reminds me of all the good things I have had, and do have, this story keeps my life in perspective for me.
As some of you know I was not born into a June and Ward Clever household. I was born sick, which I heard about pretty regular, I was born poor, yet my father made good money, I was born into a war zone, yet we lived in Fort Worth. All these things because of alcohol. Yep, you guessed it, my father was a raging drunk and my mother tried to counter that by drownding her sorrows. Who paid the real price, just as kids before me, and after me, we kids did and so it continues. However, this story is not about me. I say the above to say this, I can understand why the girl I am writing about made alot of the choices she made. I will call this girl Jamie, not her real name but she deserves to have her story told. When I met Jamie was was about 19yrs. old. She was as most teens are peppy, her long reddish blonde hair shinned as it blew on that windy sunny day. Jamie was a cute girl. She had a big smile.
I knew about Jamie because she was the daughter-in-law to my very best friend. I had heard of the issues Jamie and my friend's son had. How they squandered their money, how they fought both emotionally and physically with each other. How they had produced two beautiful little boys, with very little time between births. My friend would call me crying asking what she could do to help, she knew the babies were not being cared for in a way she cared for her children. She knew the babies were seeing the fighting, the suspected drug use, the dirty house, the lack of parental stabiltiy. My friend could do nothing. I told my friend to tell Jamie if ever she was in desperate need to call me, I knew Jamie and Jason did not trust or like the police, but I had hoped that because I had known Jason from the time he was 3yrs old that would take precedence. On that sunny day that I met Jamie, she had her babies with her. The boys were about 18months and 3yrs. old. They were beautiful little boys. I watched Jamie with her boys. I could see that she loved them, they loved her. The boys would run to her and she would hug them and smile as a mother does, her eyes would gleam as she spoke of their milestones. Yet, the boys were ragged, they were dirty and Jamie was at her wits end. Jamie came to me to ask me to talk to Jason. She was tired of the physical abuse, she was tired of the no money, she was simply tired of everything. She wanted to keep her boys with her, yet she had no help. Jason paid no child support, her mother was a recovering drug addict with her own issues and her father was no where in sight. How could she work if she had no child care, yet no child care because she had no job. She was desperate enough to come to me. I offered her options, many of which she had tried, I bought her diapers, but this would not help her but for a brief time for just one of her problems. Jamie was in a very bad place in her life and she knew it.
While reading this some may ask why did she have the babies, does it really matter once the babies are here? Or perhaps why did she not give them up if she loved them? Jamie had her reason which I will explain later. Or perhaps why was she any different from so many other young mothers? That too I will explain later. The point is our system, our society let Jamie down. Not when Jamie was a young mother, We continue to pay money to women with 6 kids, women who continue to have children well into their late 20's (old enough to know better),we continue to allow women who have had their children taken away to procreate and continue to have more only to have them removed.
This is not about society issues, this is to be about Jamie and other's like her, and the saddness that she felt.
Part 1-to be continued.