I couldn't make this stuff up even if I tried. My son's stepfather (Michael) is currently in Germany, according to his commander. I don't know if he has my son with him, and I have no clue why I was not informed of this considering he KNEW I was coming out here. Michael's commander, who is here in Tucson, is working on getting in contact with him for me. I STILL have no clue where my son is, and at this point, I have to consider legal action. I'll be coming home in the morning. This trip hasn't been a complete waste, but its damn near. This is like a bad episode of Without A Trace. I'm frustrated, I'm treating the people who care about me badly because of it, and I can't find a proper outlet for my emotions. I had high hopes for this trip, and now nothing. The worse part is, I can think of about two or three reasons why Carlton's stepfather would choose not to tell me he was leaving the country, and they both go back to the mother. As I type this, I realize that this sounds like a bad episode of Maury. But this is neither a game nor a show. This is my life. Stuff like this makes me have little to no respect for fathers who choose not to raise their kids, or parents who pay little to no attention to the children who live with them. I'd die to have that opportunity, especially this weekend..or this past weekend now, because its gone.