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Archive for the month “March, 2013”

2 Conversations

He wanted A. I said ok, just tell me where and when. For someone who cannot stand to converse with me, he sure seems to like to hear from me. 

From: Unable to make a plan
To: Stacey 
Sent: Friday, March 22, 2013 10:16 AM
Subject: RE: Mainecare

A wants to visit for the weekend.

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From: Stacey 
To: Unable to make a plan
Sent: Friday, March 22, 2013 10:36 AM
Subject: Re: Mainecare

Ok, I just need to know when and where you plan on picking him up and dropping him off.

Will you be allowing A to practice his driving?

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From: Stacey 
Sent: Friday, March 22, 2013 12:09 PM
To: Unable to make a plan
Subject: Fw: Mainecare

I’m sending this to you again, because I need to hear back from you about when and where you plan on picking up and dropping A off this weekend.

Thanks,
Stacey

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From: Unable to make a plan
To: Stacey
Sent: Friday, March 22, 2013 2:15 PM
Subject: RE: Mainecare

No idea at this point, probably (brothers house) this afternoon.

_________________

 

From: Stacey
Sent: Friday, March 22, 2013 1:37 PM
To: Unable to make a plan
Subject: Re: Mainecare

I need to know when and where you plan on picking A up and dropping him off.

Thanks,
Stacey

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From: Unable to make a plan
To: Stacey
Sent: Friday, March 22, 2013 3:00 PM
Subject: RE: Mainecare

I can just throw out a fake time and place if you want.  I told you I don’t know and did not have time to plan for it given the short amount of time given.  It will most likely be (brother house) after 5 tonight and Sunday afternoon at gas station.  We will need to discuss my seeing the boys 50% of the time when I return to Brewer at some point.

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From: Stacey 
To: Unable to make a plan
Sent: Friday, March 22, 2013 3:24 PM
Subject: Re: Mainecare
 
Thank you. If the plans of 5:30pm tonight to Noon drop off at the Brewer Irving on Sunday change, please let me know via email.
 
Thanks,
Stacey
 
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From: Stacey 
To: Unable to make a plan
Sent: Sunday, March 24, 2013 4:46 PM
Subject: A

Please let me know when you’ll be bringing A home this evening.
 
thanks,
stacey
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From: Stacey 
To: Unable to make a plna
Sent: Sunday, March 24, 2013 8:52 PM
Subject: A
 
I just received a message from A saying he’d be home “eventually”. It is almost 9pm and he has school tomorrow, as I am sure you are aware.
He needs to be home no later than 10pm tonight.
 
Stacey
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A got home around 9:30 last night. I never heard from his father. We will be retaining a lawyer on Thursday. I am tired. I don’t know why this has to be so difficult. It doesn’t have to be, and I guess that’s what makes me so angry. Meanwhile, on Friday, while he was trying to not answer me, he was also pulling the same shit with A.
 

A

Would you be able to pick me up from school

 

2:03pm

Dad

still waiting on my jeep bud

 

2:03pm

A

What about (your brothers) car

 

2:04pm

Dad

call mary, I think it would be fine though

this sucks!!!

 

2:05pm

A

Suck it up! I’ll drive I have my permit

 

2:05pm

Dad

fuck that

lol

 

2:05pm

A

Well then don’t be a little girl and come pick me up

 

2:06pm

Dad

how many hours you got so far?

 

2:06pm

A

Idk a couple

 

2:06pm

Dad

hahaha

we will see

 

2:06pm

A

Like 16ish

But rly come get me from the school

And you can talk to Edwards

 

2:09pm

Dad

I really dont have my jeep back from the garage yet, they are gonna call when its ready

 

2:09pm

A

Take (your brothers) car

 

2:09pm

Dad

I am in Winslow dumbass

 

2:10pm

A

Wtf

 

2:10pm

Dad

where did you think I was?

 

2:10pm

A

(brothers house)

 

2:13pm

Dad

oh, nope.

 

2:16pm

A

Okay well what time would you be in brewer

 

2:16pm

Dad

later on this evening

 

2:17pm

A

Time frame

 

2:23pm

Dad

sometime in the next 24 hours

 

2:24pm

A

Okay genius

 

2:24pm

Dad

 

3:13pm

A

(brothers house) at 5?

 

3:14pm

Dad

wtf – she misses lots. I said sometime after 5ish and maybe (brothers house)

 

3:15pm

A

okay well, 530 at (brothers house) sound good

 

3:20pm

Dad

hopefully

 

3:20pm

A

ok]

 

4:28pm

Dad

going to pick up jeep right now, should be there by 6ish

 

4:28pm

A

Ok

 

Waiting

The last I heard from my ex was that he would be returning A home ‘afternoon sunday’. Its after 8 pm now. Ex isn’t returning my emails. Of course he’s not. Why would he? Hes not going to bow to my need for ‘control’. Seriously.
I guess all I can do now is wait.

* Update:
A messaged me to say his dad has him at the old house and they are “working on it.” He also said for me to leave the back door unlocked, and he would be home “eventually.”

I emailed (I don’t know why, it does no good, documentation I guess) his father reminding him its a school night and A is to be home no later than 10pm.

June 21st, 2012

June 21st, 2011 we were married at the town office. June 21st  2012 we had a ceremony in front of 30 of our closest friends and family. We live in Maine, and we had family come as far as Virginia, Wyoming and Colorado to share our day with us.

Sometimes when I’m feeling defeated or overwhelmed I go back and look at the pictures from that day, and I instantly start to feel better.

This is my new life. Its filled with love and respect and friendship. The bullshit I have to deal with now, is nothing compared to the life I used to have. I sometimes need to be reminded of that.

I wanted to share this picture with you because its my favorite from that day.487274_10151072490270990_1721972560_n

Adult Children of Narcissistic Parents: The Echoes by Beth McLarnan McDonald

This was fascinating. I find it disturbing that total strangers can write such detailed accounts of how my ex husband interacts with my children – when for so many years, I was so oblivious.

http://www.academia.edu/924834/Adult_Children_of_Narcissistic_Parents_The_Echoes

King Shit of Turd Mountain

In court last week, I told  King Shit of Turd Mountain that I would send him copies of the kids insurance cards so that he could take them to the counseling he believes they so desperately need.

From: Stacey 
Sent: Wednesday, March 13, 2013 7:34 AM
To: King Shit of Turd Mountian
Subject: Mainecare

I’ve attached a scan of the kid’s mainecare cards.

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From:  King Shit of Turd Mountain
To: Stacey 
Sent: Wednesday, March 13, 2013 2:44 PM
Subject: RE: Mainecare

I have no access to MaineCare to determine coverage amounts and limits for counseling.  Without access or the needed information I will have little alternative other than to move forward with scheduling sessions for them and have the bills sent to you per our divorce agreement.  I have been told to ask you first which is what I am doing.
Additionally, D will need braces and this will need to be verified as happening as soon as possible.  Let me know with whom this is to be done.
I also need to know the any and all doctors or other medical professionals the children have seen in the last three years so that I may inquire into medical records.
Per the upcoming trial, I will need to know the name of your attorney so that I may contact this person in regards to motions and issues ongoing with the trial.  Time is of the essence.
Thank you for your prompt attention to these matters.

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From: Stacey
Sent: Wednesday, March 13, 2013 2:16 PM
To: King Shit of Turd Mountain
Subject: Re: Mainecare

The phone number is 1-866-690-5585 to find out about their eligibility or you can go to https://mainecare.maine.gov/Memberdefault.aspx. There is no need for a referral or prior authorization for mental health services. If you choose to use a provider that doesn’t accept Mainecare, you will be liable for those bills.

The children have not changed doctors since they were born. You already have that information. As I mentioned in a previous email to you, D was evaluated by Dr. _________ at the _________ in Bangor. This was based on a referral from __________, who we were referred to from his primary Dr. You also have already been made aware of the counselors that the boys have both seen,_______________. This is the counselor you agreed for the boys to see again when you take them.
D has also seen ___________ for counseling.

D goes to the dentist regularly, you can contact __________Dental if you choose to discuss orthodontics with them.

Thanks,
Stacey

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From: King Shit of Turd Mountain
To: Stacey 
Sent: Wednesday, March 13, 2013 3:35 PM
Subject: RE: Mainecare

I am not on the approved list with access so I can not find out about anything.  YOU are responsible for all medical bills.  As far as I know I am under no obligation to go with anyone under your MaineCare even though I am attempting to limit your costs by going with your MaineCare provider.  Should there be a lack of availability on his part, I may need to consider alternatives that may be outside of the network of providers who accept MaineCare.  You will be billed for these sessions as well if that is the route that must be taken.

I will not be paying for any Orthodontics for D as this is something you are responsible for.  If you have a preference for a Dental provider to keep your costs down I will be more than happy to discuss that with you.  He needs braces and you are responsible for payment of them.

Again I ask – Do you have a contact name and number for your attorney as you seemed to indicate you would get one to the magistrate.  Additionally, will this attorney be handling all of your matters including those outside the scope of family law?

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I stopped corresponding with him. There is no “access list”. It feels like he wants me to make the appointments for them.
DHHS won’t give him any of their information about me or the kids as we are the insured, but that doesn’t mean that he can’t check eligibility with the online site, or with the prerecorded phone service, as he is the other parent. He can also call and make them an appointment, and present their insurance cards. Anyone really, could do this. My husband could do this. My mother could do this.
Seriously. Is this how he is? Unable to do the very basic things in order to take care of a child? Like make an appointment and accessing insurance? Or is he just being a jerk? Also, when did he get his degree in orthodontics? D doesn’t NEED braces. Its headgear and an appliance that he could use. I talked with an orthodontist. He also said its painful, uncomfortable and would likely interfere with D’s sleeping. Oh, and its also 1200.00. Currently, with our insurance, the closest orthodontist is an hour away. If he’d like to pursue this, he can certainly do so. 

What a dick. 

There is no end

X was spouting some crazy stuff…as usual. He brought up my friend and told me that if I were more like her, then our divorce would be like her and her ex’s.
Her and her ex communicate. They share the kids. He pays support. They have a very amazing working relationship, as it is solely based on what is best for their kids. Its the kind of divorce I used to think was possible for me and X. I know better now. 

I emailed her telling her about the crazy, how he brought her up in the conversation. She reiterated that she and her ex work well together because they aren’t thinking about themselves. They are both active participants in their kids lives. I agreed with her. Then she said “I can’t wait for you to not have to deal with this any more.” 

I find it frustrating when people say things like that to me. There won’t be a time when I won’t have to deal with this. Because we have kids, as long as my kids are on this earth, he will be in my life in some capacity. Its unfortunate. Its aggravating. It makes me want to scream. There is no escape from this. He will always be lingering. 

I wish people understood it. But they don’t. They are still of the mindset that he has some kind of “normal” in his thinking. That perhaps, eventually, he’ll realize that if he hates me so much, he should just leave me alone. Rather than constantly trying to cause trouble, he could just have a life of his very own, without me in it. But his brain isn’t working like that. He is caught up with revenge. With winning. With being right. With being victorious. With the world knowing what a whore I am. What a terrible mom I am. How I ruined his whole life. Until I feel as badly about myself as he does about himself, he won’t quit. But unless you are in a position to have to deal with someone with a disorder like this, you can’t really fathom just how crazy and persistent they are. 

The trouble is, the kids lose in all this. They don’t get two, equally committed parents to their best interests. They have one who’s entire life is devoted to helping them become fine young men. The other is hell bent on making the kids realize how the other parent is failing them, and to point out all the other parent’s flaws and shortcomings. If there isn’t enough to make a stink, he’ll just make some up, saying that its in the kids’ best interest that they know what kind of person their mother is. He doesn’t need facts or reality. He is so sure I do this on my end as well. The reality is, I don’t talk about the kids’ dad. Perhaps in passing “Did you talk to your dad today?” Otherwise there is no discussion about him. We have no reason to. He doesn’t communicate with me about anything regarding the kids, so I never have anything to share with them about him. He tells the kids how much he hates me. How he can’t deal with me. It makes them feel awkward.

There is no end to this. There may be relief when A leaves for college, as he doesn’t seem to have much use for D. There will hopefully be more relief when D heads to college. My fingers are crossed, but I’m not holding my breath. 

 

 

 

 

 

Suing your mother

Dad 
So the one good lead I get on a rental turns out to be 26 (Street we live on) street… wtf!! I feel cheated 

 
A
Hahahahahaha
That’s on the other side of the intersection
 
Dad
yeah
 not cool
I was shooting for something a bit closer tot he schools… oh well the search continues I guess 
 
A
That’s not that far from the school. Check sunlight drive or starlight drive
 
Dad
k. I hope you know that I don’t like the idea of suing your mother in court and bringing all the rest of the crap out before a judge… she chose not to mediate with me, and was not really interested in my suggestions that I emailed her. I just want you to know I did make an effort bud. Please delete this after you read as always lol. 
I will find a place in though, hopefully sooner than later too!!
You should see this game I am playing – blazing angels… pretty cool game
of course it is not nba though  When you gonna come down again?

A
Not this weekend maybe next
 
Dad
k

A
They’re coming out with the next assassins creed. It takes place on a pirate ship

 

How does he not know the thing about when you say something about the other parent, kids hears that you’re saying it about them too?

And, Suing me? I’m being sued? How do I not know this? Shouldn’t I know I’m being sued before A knows I’m being sued? Wait…..is he talking about MY motion to modify? Because no one is being sued. Lawyer? What? 

GRRRRRR!!!!!!!

Plus I’m pretty sure that he’s going to try to have the kids 1/2 of the time as a way to wiggle out of child support. He is such an idiot! 

Who’s your daddy?

Mediation on Thursday was a colossal waste of time. Waste of my time. Waste of my husbands time. Waste of the mediators time. Waste of the magistrates time. 

I requested not be in the same room as X during mediation. This takes away his power. He likes to holler, he likes to talk over me, he likes to be a bully….consequently, he refused to agree to anything. 

I asked for a set schedule for the boys. His response was “I have to think about it.” 

I asked for medical and educational decision making to be allocated to me. His response was “No.”

I asked for child support. The mediator filled in the worksheet. If they impute his wages at minimum wage, 7.50 an hour, he will owe me 87.00 per week. His response was “I can’t afford that. I want a paternity test.” 

During our status conference the magistrate was beyond confused about this. He told X that he would have to file a motion, and it was unlikely that a judge would approve such a request, as it unlikely to be in the best interest of the children. He also told X that it he didn’t understand that why, now after mediation, is this coming up? His response was, “Actually the mediator suggested it.” The magistrates jaw literally dropped. “Excuse me?” X followed up with, “She cheated on me during the entire length of our marriage. If I am not the children’s biological father, they have a right to know who is.” The magistrate went on to say that regardless of the outcome of any paternity test, he was dad to the kids, nothing is going to change that. 

Since nothing was agreed upon, we are now going to go to trial. Over a set visitation schedule and child support. Seriously. What a waste of time and resources. 

We were both encouraged to come to a resolution prior to a trial. X keeps bringing up that the boys need to be in therapy. A won’t go. He doesn’t want to. I can’t make him. D knows when he needs extra help or someone to talk to. He’s doing ok right now. Anyway, during the status conference X continued to try to get a resolution to this issue. I suggested that X take them. For familiarity sake, the kids can go back to the counselor they had before. X complained that he didn’t have their insurance information. I said I would copy their insurance cards for him. He muttered something that sounded like agreement. I know he won’t take them, but at least it got him off my back about it.

I asked about in the meantime, what a temporary schedule could look like, as the current Sunday to Wednesday isn’t being utilized. He asked X, “What do you suggest, sir?” He responded, “When my older boy wants to see me, he lets me know. I can’t really give any notice about it.” I chimed in, “I’d like to know when and where you’re going to be dropping off and picking up.” The magistrate said to X, “Can you choose a neutral place for pick ups and drop offs to happen?” Apparently, this caught X off guard. “Uh, no, I can’t right now. I’d have to think about it I guess.” 

The magistrate said, “It is important for you to know that during your trial the judge will not only listen to what you say and what evidence you present, but he’ll also be noting your behavior. And sir, your inability to choose a place, well, all I can say is your behavior matters.” 

After an entire day of dealing with his bullshit, I was glad for it to be over. I’m angry that I’ll likely have to get a lawyer to go to trial with me. I’m angry that his is so selfish and delusional that he thinks a paternity test will get him out of paying me 87 dollars a week. I was even more angry when I got this email from him on Thursday night:

From: X
To: Me
Sent: Thursday, March 7, 2013 8:39 PM
Subject: Visitation/suggestions

I suggest alternating weekends – for D you can drop off in Winslow at the local and nearby Irving station (I will be across the street waiting and within view until you have left) and I will drop off at the Irving near you.  Saturday you drop off at 12:00 through Sunday at 5:00 when I drop off.  A can come the following weekend on Friday night until Sunday.  This is until such time that I am able to move to Brewer.

I further suggest in the best interests of the children and while there is still time, that you dismiss the modifications and I will not bring any subsequent action.  Starting somewhat fresh.  It is your call, but I would like to reiterate that going forward with this will not be in their best interests nor ours.  Court is very costly and time consuming and will only end up having negative effects on them.

I didn’t respond. I didn’t want to. I’d been waiting since October for a resolution, I wasted a whole day waiting for a resolution. The next morning he emailed me again. It said “So nothing?” Apparently I wasn’t complying with his crazy quickly enough. I replied that I needed to think about it. I didn’t think about it. I wanted to be done thinking about this shit for a while. Some time on Saturday I responded:

From: Me
Sent: Saturday, March 09, 2013 7:26 PM
To: X
Subject: Re: Visitation/suggestions

X
I agree to alternating weekends. You can pick A up at the high school after class, every other Friday. You can drop him back off at the high school or the Irving Gas Station on North Main in Brewer by 5pm on Sunday.  We are willing to meet you in Newport (half way) at the Dunkin Donuts at 5pm on Sunday, if that’s more convenient.
I have talked to D, and he continues to be uncomfortable with the idea of being away from home overnight with you.  However, he is open to the idea of spending time with you during the day. Perhaps, you could come to Bangor/Brewer for the day every other weekend, and spend 3-5 hours with him in the area to start. The pick up/drop off for D can occur at the neutral location of your choosing in the Bangor/Brewer area.
As far as picking up and dropping off, we are not willing to leave A or D anywhere.  You are required to be present at the pick up/drop off.  This agreement is all contingent on you personally communicating directly with me, regarding any and all scheduling changes or modification as soon as possible.  And I will do the same.
Thanks,
Stacey

This afternoon he replied “I’ll take this under advisement.” Whatever asshole, do whatever you want. I really don’t care. You think this is a game? You like thinking you’re in control? You like thinking that you somehow have the upper hand here? You don’t. You don’t have anything. You ARE going to have a set schedule, you ARE going to pay me child support. I’ll likely have a lawyer for this trial, you might even wind up with SUPERVISED visits after the court finds out the stupid shit you talk to A about. You’ll also likely have your wages imputed far above minimum wage now that you have, not only a bachelors degree, but your JD as well. The internet has lots of information about how much your earning potential really is. 

The average attorney in Maine earns an annual salary of $76,950 as of May 2009, according to the Bureau of Labor Statistics’ Occupational Outlook Handbook. Half of all attorneys who practice in Maine earn salaries between $56,870 and $106,110, although the most poorly compensated 10 percent of lawyers in the state earn $45,580 or less annually. 

 

 

How did I become the devil?

How did I become the devil in his eyes?  For 13 years I worked so hard to be a good wife. I tried so hard to be someone he would love. I wanted to be a person he would want to be with, to parent with. I did everything he told me to do. I did everything for him. I gave of myself in ways that no person should have to give. I thought I was doing the right things. 

Being married, he thought meant, I promised to be his wife no matter what. No matter what level of abuse or neglect. No matter how worthless or ashamed he’d make me feel. I had an obligation to remain his wife. Because I didn’t see it that way, because I thought not being married to him anymore might lead to more happiness for me, this makes me untrustworthy. He tells me he can’t trust me. That I don’t keep my word. That I break agreements.

At first, I agreed to not ask for child support while he was in school. This was based on the conversation we’d had about him keeping my rent at 865 (though the lease stated 890) and with him getting a job as soon as he could to help pay for kids expenses. He raised my rent to 1200, then down to 890. He never paid a dime of support. When he took A and refused to return him and I wanted things modified, only to make things clearer, I decided to also asked for support because, well, he should be helping, just like he said he would…but this turned into me not keeping our agreement. 

Things at the house needed repair. He’d deny that anything was wrong. He announced tasks that I was to complete (power wash the siding) that made no sense. He laughed when A talked about being angry and punching holes in the walls “try not to do too much damage bud!” he said. After serving 32 months of a 36 month lease, I quit. I left. I moved out. I can’t keep my word. 

While we were married, any time I’d vocalize my frustration about the kids, it was met with remedies from him as to how I could be a better parent. Any time I’d vocalize my frustrations with him, it was met with remedies about how more sex would lead to a better marriage. I was also told that my expectations were far too high. No marriage was perfect, and clearly that’s what I wanted. Perfection. 

I used to dread coming home. I used to dread the time after dinner. He wanted attention. All of it, all of the time. He thought giving me a hug after a hard day meant sex later. He thought putting dishes in the dish washer, or screaming at and spanking the kids into pajama submission meant he was doing his part. He thought spending money on painting one kid’s room 2 weeks before Christmas when we still had no way to pay for the rest of the presents was a fine idea. He, more than a few times, forgot the kids at daycare, then refused to go get them. The daycare he drove by to get home every night. He thought telling me that we were all moving to South Dakota so he could go to law school was enough. He didn’t think it deserved a conversation. Any question, concern or hesitation I had was me being unsupportive. 

He never knew me. I know that. He never loved me. I know that too. But I don’t understand how you make the leap from being happy in a marriage (which he swears he was) to wanting someone dead. After I moved out last week, he posted on his Facebook about how terrible being a landlord is. Then he posted this: Someone is alive today because I don’t want to go to prison. 

I can’t believe how insane and twisted his thinking has become. Was it always that way? Did he hide it better then? Did I just not see it before? He’s scary. He’s unstable and unpredictable. He is the type to rage uncontrollably and do something dangerous…More than once during this moving process, from the time I told him we were moving to the time we were actually moved, I worried that he’d come and burn the house down with us all in it. I don’t think my fear is unfounded. I don’t understand how he could have fallen so far down the crazy hole. Was he always just standing on the edge of it? 

It just reminds me that no matter how good things might have seemed, all those fleeting moments I’d hold onto, thinking “I guess its not so bad” were just him trying to make me stay. Trying to make me unsure about how crappy it all really was. But now, standing in this empty, sad, tiny kitchen…its crappy. It was always crappy. This house was for him to say he had a house. It wasn’t a place to raise happy, healthy kids. It wasn’t a place for holiday celebrations or extended family dinners. It was just a thing. A possession. Just like me. Just like the boys. 

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