Today, Colin had a short visit with his girls. 4 hours. During which Teagan's counseling was scheduled. Oh, what a difference between their counselor and ours. They go to a play therapist. (Not our choice.) They play, and then the counselor attaches deep meaning to every little thing they do. To call it a stretch and mostly bogus us putting it mildly. (Vivian put the t-rex in a time out chair.... So obviously something not age appropriate is going on somewhere other than at home and she must be afraid of her father. What???)
Emails from the sessions that came to us instead of their mother due to a typo, make implications that even though the counseling was ordered to be a joint effort and equal between parents, the girls' mother went in there telling the counselor that the goal was to find some evidence that the children are being damaged by visits to our home and shouldn't be able to see their dad. She made several references to "this should help your goals", and "report back to me after their visits."
When does life get easier? It feels like everything is an uphill battle.