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Ankle Injury

A hurt his ankle during football last week. He’d been seeing the team dr. during the week and they’d been working on range of motion exercises. He can’t point his toe downward. There seems to be something preventing it from moving – they thought maybe inflammation behind the achilles. The dr. called me on Friday afternoon to ask if I was aware of this injury. I said, I was not aware, that he’d been with his father all week so far. He said that they weren’t seeing the kind of improvement they’d hoped to see. If it wasn’t better by this week, I should take him to his regular dr and have him checked out. 

They believed that he’d be fine to play in the game on Friday night.

As the game progressed on Friday, A was limping more and more. During huddles he was resting on his teammates and not putting any weight on that foot. In the middle of the 3rd quarter they pulled him out and started working on his ankle on the sidelines. I leaned over the bleacher railing to see what was going on. 

I could see A clenching his jaw and saying “nope, nope, that doesn’t hurt.” Who did he think he was fooling? Really? 

They sent him back to the sidelines and talked to me. “He needs to come out.” was what the Dr. from the University said. “We don’t know what is causing the problem, the risk is too much. Its better to get him out before he does more damage.” The team Dr chimed in with, “Plus, he’s lying to me about how much its really hurting.”
I said “He won’t like that.” The team Dr said, “We’ll be the bad guys, he’ll be mad at us, don’t worry.” I said, “alright, sounds good.” 

They took him out, and got him all iced up. He wasn’t happy, but he didn’t complain. When I picked him up after the game he was slow. Very, very slow. 

We got him home, started him on ibuprofen, and got him into bed with an icepack and some apple pie.

He stayed this way until Sunday when he went back to his father’s house. I asked A if his dad was aware of this injury. He said, yes, he knew, and had been giving him tylenol last week for it. I told A that ibuprofen is what he’d need to be taking from now on, and I would email dad about it. 

The ankle injury A has was exacerbated during the game on Friday and he was taken out of the game. They continue to be unsure of what the issue is.  After speaking with the team doctor, Dr. H, I was instructed to give A ibuprofen on a regimen, rather than as needed for pain. He’s been taking 600mg every 6 hours and it seems to be helping some. I have sent the ibuprofen to your house with A today. He knows his next dose at 2pm.  Dr. H said that we should get A in to see Dr. T at the Orthopedic Office as soon as possible to diagnosis what is wrong with his ankle. He told me that he’d contact Dr. T and would make an appt for A either first thing Monday or Tuesday morning. He said he’d call me today to check in and let me know about the appt. I will forward this information to you as soon as I am made aware. I assume that you’d have no issue with A seeing Dr. T. Unless I hear otherwise from you, I will plan on taking A to this appointment. Dr. H also said that until they know what’s wrong, that he needs to stay off his foot as much as possible.

I messaged with A last night and he said he’d taken his meds at 4pm and was hoping that dad would let him stay home on Monday.

Dr. H called me sunday night around 8:30 to check to see how A was doing and to talk about getting us into see Dr. T. He wasn’t able to reach Dr. T over the weekend, but faxed over all his notes about A to his office. I said I’d call to make an appt in the morning. 

This morning I get this from X: 

When did you speak with Dr. H?  What is his contact info?

I’d like to just say that I am sick of him continuing to assume that tracking down this kind of information is some how MY job and not his. He’s a helpless sack of shit. 

I replied: 

As far as I know, you can reach him at his chiropractic practice.  I spoke with him Friday afternoon, again Friday evening at the game, and he called last night around 9pm. He faxed information to Dr. T’s office this morning. I just called them and made an appt from A tomorrow afternoon. 

I’m not sure what he’s trying to do here but apparently he needed more info:

What day last week did you take him to his primary doctor to be seen regarding this injury?

I don’t know where he’s getting these ideas or why I need to clarify, but I did it anyway….

I didn’t take A to the dr for this injury last week, as I wasn’t made aware of any injury until Dr. H called me on Friday afternoon to tell me about it. The initial reason he called was to suggest that if A’s ankle wasn’t improving by this week that he should be seen by his primary doctor. After it got worse during the game, it was then suggested that we see Dr. T about it, as he specializes in sports injuries. 

So, this morning I messaged A, asking if he was at school. He said he was.
Then he said “It’s hurting pretty bad.” 
I asked when he last took his meds. “Dad gave me 2 aleve and 500mg of tylenol at 7ish”
I was quietly super irritated that, despite me saying and doing what the Dr. told us to do, X decided to do his own thing. 
I asked A what I could do, he said “nothing really, Dad said he’d come pick me up if it started hurting, but he’s not answering his phone.” I offered to pick him up and take him to dad’s myself. “House is locked, and I don’t have a key.” was his answer. Of course not. Why would you give your 16 year old, one that you think is capable of making all his own adult decisions, a key to the house he lives in? 
I emailed X letting him know that A would like him to answer his phone. I’ve heard from neither of them since.
I hope A is home, watching tv with his foot up and iced.
I did a little research, and it turns out that he can’t have anymore ibuprofen until 7pm tonight. Not until 12 hours after his last dose of aleve. I told him not to take any more aleve, just stick with the ibuprofen at 7pm and then every 6 hours. He said “Ok” And hopefully, dad will let you stay home and off of your foot tomorrow. He said, “Yeah.” 

He has an appointment with Dr. T tomorrow at 1:30. Let’s hope we can get him fixed up. 

Frustration

I am beyond frustrated.

I feel like I’ve typed that sentence 100 times here in the last 10 months. But here I am, typing it again. 

It’s interesting to think about what “frustrating” really means these days. Traffic used to be frustrating. Lines at Wal-Mart used to be frustrating. The kids throwing fits and whining to get their way used to be frustrating. Funny how perspective changes. Now a court date that was rescheduled, X calling D and telling him he has to go to court and talk to a judge and a conference with the judge regarding the kids as witnesses not being scheduled until the middle of October is frustrating. 

It’s as though the more anxious I am for this to end, the quicker the Universe is to shut me down. 

I was looking at child support worksheets today. If I make more than X, and if we both provide “substantially equal care” for A, than the person who makes more money is considered the “non-primary caregiver” for the purposes of the form. That would mean If I make more than X,  I will likely have to pay him support for A. I am trying to be hopeful that I am misunderstanding this form. I am trying to apply common sense here and trust that the system isn’t going to take my child away from me, and then make me pay X for the favor. You’d think with D, it would end up being a wash, that I’ll remain the primary caregiver, and that X would then owe me, but the calculations indicate a discrepancy of $66.00 a week. Meaning, I’d owe X $66.00 a week more than he’d owe me – so I still end up paying him. How can that be? I’ve got to be reading these forms wrong. 

Whether I’m wrong or not, I guess it’s not the worst thing to be prepared for something like this. I’ll file it away under “Worst case scenario.” 

I emailed my parents to let them know that court had been postponed. I said I was a mess of stress and anxiety. I just want this to be over.  This is the response I got from my dad: 

Stacey, I truly understand about being a mess of stress and anxiety. It looks as if time will be your only antidote. But in the mean time you should take solace in yourself. You are a remarkable person. You have come so far and accomplished so much, all through a ridiculously difficult period of time. Very few people would of ever come this far. I’m unbelievably proud of you and your accomplishments and I’m a hard man to impress. So find solace in yourself, your abilities and your accomplishments. The only advice I can offer you is, that whenever you are tempted to look how much farther you have to go, stop and turn around and marvel at far you have come.
Love, Dad

Can’t stop the crazy

Rather than answering any of my questions, he sends this:

I find your newest and latest argument to be absolutely invalid – that him forgetting his meds at my house would be an issue given the close proximity of our homes and the ease with which I could return the medication.  In regards to the transportation of his medication I will certainly defer to the doctor who is the professional in these matters and the one who has dealt, I assume, with this sort of thing on numerous prior occassions.  He feels that D is fine to transport and that it is ok for his meds to be with me.  Please give me the name of the officer at the DEA office who told you that it was not ok for D to transport his meds and for his meds to be at my house while D is with me, and I will be more than happy to contact this person and discuss the issue with them so that I may hear it first hand.

Once again we truly differ on what is “Adult” matters and should not be discussed with the boys.  A schedule for D that will impact his everday life is certainly not something I would consider inappropriate for discussion with him, nor is giving him a heads up about going to court.  He is not 5 years old anymore, he is 13 and quite capable of understanding what the discussion is about and certainly capable of adding valuable input as to what he feels and wants.  Your continued exclusion of him from events that will directly effect him is what I find very disturbing and inappropriate to the point of being overly controlling.  If what you have said all along is true than I would think you would welcome the chance to have D speak with the judge and settle the matter right then and there. 

Please explain the process that you followed when D was taking his medication at school.  I will be more than happy to follow that process as it must have taken into account all of the concerns you have yet still allowed him to take his medication at school. 

Frankly, your continued efforts to prevent him from staying with me during the week are quite perplexing.  I have found no legitimate reason thus far in what you have stated as reasons why he cannot stay with me.   You seem to keep coming up with more outageous and unrealistic notions as to why D should not be allowed to stay with me – against both D and my own personal wishes. 

Please ensure that both A and D are available for the specified trial dates that fall under their scheduled time with you.  D is more than welcome to stay with me anytime, but the rest of this nonsense must be heard by the judge. 

I resent the last two paragraphs of my original email asking if he’d like to have D on Fri-Sun and asking him to contact the pharmacies.
I am done for the day.
Fuck him.
Seriously.
FUCK. HIM.

Hurry up and wait

Here we are.
5 days until our scheduled court date.
Bad news though, it might be postponed. I’m trying not to let it eat at me, but I’m just so frustrated.

On Monday X called D. He’d wanted to make a plan for D to come over to his house, Wednesday through Sunday. D is doing really good at saying “You have to email mom.” Rather than just agreeing. X then said that he wasn’t going to email me because I would just say no. Then he told D that D would be coming to court with us, and that he’d have to speak in front of a judge and tell the judge what he wants. This, rightly so, panicked D. 

D called me at work. I said “Hello!”

D was hollering, ” I HAVE TO GO TO COURT?! I HAVE TO TALK TO A JUDGE?!” 

“Ummmm, what? Whats going on?”

“DAD JUST CALLED ME AND TOLD ME THAT I HAVE TO GO TO COURT! THAT I HAVE TO SAY TO A JUDGE WHAT I WANT ABOUT VISITING HIM!?! IS THIS TRUE!?!” 

“Oh sweetie…ok, so no. Its not. We’re going to do everything that we can to make sure you don’t have any part in going to court. The grown ups need to work this out. This isn’t anything you need to be worrying about.”

“I DON’T WANT TO GO TO COURT! UGH! Ok. Fine. Dad said you emailed him and told him that you only want him to see me one time every two weeks?” 

“Um, I don’t remember doing that – but is that what I’ve been telling you?”

D said, “no. its not. You say that I can go when I want.” 

“Right, ok then. This is an adult thing, and not for you to worry about, ok?” 

“ok fine. I WAS in the middle of my homework!” 

I said it was ok if he wanted to finish it after I got home. He said ok, and that was the end of the conversation.

I emailed my lawyer about this and asked how it works and what we can do to keep D out of court. She emailed the clerk and asked for conference with the judge before the trial in order to resolve this kid thing beforehand. The clerk replied that she didn’t think we’d be heard in September, so maybe we had more time to meet with a judge, but she’d let us know in a day or so. That was on Tuesday. I haven’t heard back from my lawyer. I don’t know what to expect. I just want this to be over. 

X emailed me yesterday afternoon wanting D to come over that night. I said no. For all the reasons I’ve said every time about school night visits. I said he could have him all day Saturday and until Sunday afternoon. He said, “So now it has changed to something else as the reason you are denying me the right to see my son.  This is certainly a growing pattern of denial of my rights on your part. “

God this is exhausting. 

That evening X called D. I answered the phone and told D his dad wanted to talk to him. I said to D, “Your dad is going to ask you to come over tonight. I’ve already emailed him about this and said that you can go on Saturday, is that ok?” D said, “yeah I guess, you can just hang up then.” I said no, that D needed to talk to dad, I wasn’t going to just hang up. 

D was sucked into the middle the second he picked up the phone. At least 3 times I heard him say “You have to email mom. You have to talk to mom. You have to ask mom.” Then D held the phone up and said “Dad wants to talk to you.” I said, “No thanks.” D said “Mom says to email her.” D then hung up and said “Dad wants you to message him.” I said “thanks.” 

Then this morning I get ANOTHER email from X. 

Just so I understand what you are saying here, it is only you who feels that D cannot transport his mediation to my house… in essence the 10 feet it takes to go from your vehicle to my door.  I noticed that he took medication at school for some time – please tell me how that worked since you don’t allow him to transport it on his own and the medication can only be stored at your house.  I am really interested in knowing how that worked, because maybe that process is something that I can mirror when he is with me at my house. 

And am I also to understand that you feel it is reasonable to ask the doctor, whom has already said that there is no issue with D transporting or me holding onto his perscription while he is with me, to prescribe a second subscription for me to have at my house.  I will call the Doctor this morning and see what he thinks of this plan and if he agrees I will get his medication and send you the bill.

Now that I feel I have addressed all of your concerns from the previous email and given that D wants to visit with me overnight and I want him to, and given that I will take him to any swim practices he may have, and given that he has toiletries at my house, and given that I will get him any clothes he may need while he is with me because you refuse to send him with what he needs, and given that I have a bed for him to sleep in, and given that I will have a prescription for his medication if possible by this evening – Any other issues that might prevent him from staying with me tonight through Sunday morning?

If not please let me know a good time to pick him up this evening.

I couldn’t take it any more. I wanted to not reply. I wanted to just say, “Fuck You.” He’s saying the same things over and over and over. I think he’s mentally handicapped. That must be what his problem is. All the back pain meds he must be on, mixed with the alcohol I’m sure he’s drinking, he’s killed enough brain cells that he inflicted an impaired mental capacity upon him self. He has become handicapped.

Here is my response. I’m not usually so lengthy in my response, but clearly he’s not understanding. I’m sure this won’t help him be any less stupid, but it was worth a try….

I am not going to send the medication that I have for D to your house. In the event that he forgets it, he won’t have any for when he is home. That is why it is important for you to have your own supply to give him. It is also one of the reasons I am uncomfortable with having him at your house on school nights. He need to take his medication in the morning. He also needs a shower every morning, and to brush his teeth every night. This was part of the treatment plan leading to him getting braces. D needs to be a better and more consistent brusher. It was reported that the last time he stayed over with you on a school night these things did not happen. 

It is also concerning that you’re calling D and talking to him about your plan to have him speak in court. Whether or not that happens has been yet to be determined. I’m not sure why you think it’s a good idea to get him involved and upset over something that is not yet concrete. I would ask that you refrain from discussing adult matters with him. 

I was able to do some research yesterday and found that perhaps when the next medication refill happens, the pharmacy can give me two containers, one for each house. My research also led us to contact the DEA which said two scripts would be better, but other information I saw suggested that regulations for schedule II controlled substances won’t allow one person to have two scripts. I feel like it would benefit you to do some research on this as well. We use the walmart pharmacy and sometimes the rite aid pharmacy. You could call them and see if they’d give out two containers. Also if they could be picked up separately. I feel that this would be the best and easiest avenue. 

No one has ever had a problem with YOU having D’s medication. The issue is, and always has been, the meds we give him at home need to stay at home so they don’t get lost or forgotten. Also, I have already paid for D’s script for the month. I will not be paying for a second script for your house. That will be your responsibility, in the event you are able to get a second script. 

You will need to get him the clothes he needs while he is with you, not because I refuse to let him take his things, but because you are the other parent. Your house is his other home. He needs his own things there. Including a bed that is his, not one he can choose to use, one that is for him, and him alone to use. 

I will agree for you to see D from Friday after school (they have a half day) until Sunday this week. He has swim on Friday from 3:00pm until 4:30pm. He also has diving lessons on Saturday morning at 8:45 until 9:30. We will be attending diving, and can do the transportation for that if you’d rather. I will pick him up at 11am when I drop A off with you on Sunday. 

Please let me know what you find out from the pharmacies. I can schedule his refill as soon as tomorrow. Hopefully, we’ll be able to get the medication issue sorted out sooner rather than later. If you are in agreement, I’ll let D know to plan on getting off the bus at your house on Friday. 

 

I’m sure he’ll respond. Pissed I’m not agreeing. Maybe court will happen on time. Maybe it won’t get postponed. Maybe the wait is almost over…?

Someone’s an attention whore

Last week my lawyer emailed X laying out the holiday schedule asking if he agreed. Today he responded in typical narcissistic asshole fashion.

Lawyer lady,
I can tentatively agree to all proposed.
I apologize for the delay in getting back to you.  I have suffered a serious injury to my lower back and am currently awaiting my doctor’s recommendation today as to what I should do moving forward.  Surgery as soon as possible may be one of his recommendations. 
Thank you,
Attention whore
 
First of all “tentatively”? Either you agree or you don’t. Why are you replying to this email if you don’t have something useful to say? 
Secondly, what planet do you live on where you think that MY LAWYER gives a shit about YOUR back? “surgery might be one of his recommendations”… could stabbing yourself in the face also be a possible recommendation? That would work for me. 
 
13 more days. 

From the weekend

Two interesting things happened this weekend.

1. X called D and wanted him to come over on Friday. While they were on the phone I heard D say, “I guess I can try to find a bottle to put them in.” Once the phone call was over I asked D what he was talking about. He said that dad wanted him to bring some of his ADHD meds with him, to keep at dad’s house. I told D that he couldn’t do that, and I’d talk to dad myself about it. 

I emailed him and said, “Please do not ask D or A to transport D’s medication from our house. This is a controlled substance and cannot be transported outside of it original container, nor can it be kept at your house, if you do not have your own prescription.” 

Instead of taking that as fact, he disagreed. Of course he disagrees. He knows so much more than I do. Duh.

“i do not believe that D is not allowed to carry his own perscription with him.  Nor do I find that as a parent I am not allowed to store his medication at my house.  It is in Ds best interest that common sense prevail here.”

I didn’t respond, I just forwarded it to my lawyer. 

2. D was with dad from Friday night until Sunday morning. When D came home he said, “I guess Nicole, (dad’s new GF) is dad’s new maid.” 

I guess his training is starting to pay off! 

 

16 more days….

DATE!!!!

We finally got a date for our trial. September 25 & 26. 

Three weeks.

Just three more weeks.

21 days. 

I can do this. 

 

Is it time to go to court yet?

After the disagreements last week regarding D’s upcoming schedule and how X wants him during the school week and will not agree to anything less than 50% of the time with HIS son, I emailed him on Monday…

I have concerns about D spending overnights at your house during the school week. He reports that he does not have a bed, clothes, pajamas, toothbrush, etc at your house. D has a difficult enough time getting enough restful sleep during the school week without subjecting him to sleeping on a couch.
My alternative suggestion is that for this week, you can pick him up at the Y after his swim practice on Friday at 4:30pm and can keep him until Sunday at 11am. I’ll pick him up when I drop A off. This way he’ll have a proper bed to sleep in, and will give you an opportunity to purchase clothes, pajamas and toiletries for his time with you.
Concerning following weeks, we have yet to determine what D’s schedule will be. However, I will be in touch when I know more.
Please let me know if you wish to have him with you from Friday at 4:30 pm until Sunday until 11am.

He responded with his own ideas, as he usually does. He also seems to think that if he just ignores what I’ve already said, then it never happened.

 
D requested, after discussion with me, that he stay with me from Wednesday after school until Saturday morning prior to his diving lessons.  I intend to honor that choice and will be planning on having him with me during that time period.  I will contact D to see what he prefers for pick up on Wednesday – whether that be me picking him up personally or if he feels comfortable enough to take the bus.  I will drop him off at the Irving station on Saturday morning at 8.  
I look forward to spending time with my son as already planned.

Really? This is your approach to compromise? I want to see him on THIS day at THIS time. This is what D wants. Trust me.

In your email to me last week, you said that if I did not agree to the plan that you had laid out to respond before the end of the week. I did that via my lawyer. I do not agree to D spending consecutive school nights with you. I believe that it will be too disruptive to the schedule we’re working to put into place for him now that school has started.

The timing of visits, as in what days it happens on, matters very little to D. What matters is that he’d like to come and visit you. You can see him from Friday after swim at 4:30 until Sunday at 11am. Eventually a judge will need to decide what will work best for D, and until then we’re trying to facilitate these visits to best meet D’s schedule and needs.

Please let me know if you’ll be able to pick him up from the Y at 4:30 on Friday or not.

And here comes the crazy!

I sent you the email and asked if you had concerns so that we might discuss them. There has been no discussion on your part about a set schedule beyond offering to allow D to visit with me every other week on the weekend.  Your proposal is not even close to 50/50.  What you offered is not a discussion that is meaningful nor does it take into account what D and I want. I offered to continue to discuss options with you at which point Armanda replied that we would need to go before a judge – that is not a discussion.  That is you making a demand. 

I am sorry if you feel that the schedule I proposed is going to be too disruptive to him now that school has started.  I waited all summer long, trying to establish a schedule of visitation with you to no avail. Your only stated concern all along, that I can recall, has been that you didn’t want to allow him to visit because he didn’t want to and that it would be damaging if he was forced to do so.  Visits that only occured when I was able to make direct contact with him or him with me because for some reason going through you first seemed to result in you not allowing it to happen.  There has been no damage done with his visits with me and in fact they have led him to wanting more. 

D wants to visit with me, he has said this to me.  He has verbalized this fact and is ok with overnights as am I.  We had an open and frank discussion about it.  He gave me his concerns and I made sure they were addressed in the proposal I sent to you.  I see no valid reason why he should not be allowed to visit overnight and you have not presented me with any reason that it should not happen.  I can understand your concerns with him not being with you all the time, but I am his father and I have a right to see him too.  You even stated in your email that the timing of his visits matters little to him, so the only one that seems to have an issue with when he visits me now is you.  I would like to point out that although I can appreciate you “trying to put into place” a schedule for him, doing so with little regard to me and my time with him is not ok.  Your actions lead me to ponder whether all the talking and patient attempts to work together on visitation with you have been done so with “bad faith” on your part. 

Again, you have not given me any other proposal that resembles a fair compromise of time with my son, you have refused to continue to discuss the matter and offer compromise, and you have offered no legitimate reason that visitation should not occur as I proposed.  For now, I will look forward to having D with me starting on Wednesday after school so that he may begin to adjust to the new school year and the new schedule that includes time spent with his father. 

I hesitate to go into the following with you but in the best interests of both A and D I would ask that you reconsider your position and work towards reaching a fair and adequate compromise on visitation so that they will not have to go into court with us.   These boys have been through enough already.  A has expressed in the past a desire to be with me full time but I have made sure that the current schedule includes time with you on a fairly equal basis as we originally agreed to.  D has expressed a desire to be with me for part of the week yet it feels as if you continue to make efforts to block this from happening.  Regardless of my silence on the issue of motivation on your part, they both are seeing this happen and it is not a good thing.  Although they may not understand everything right now and they may not appreciate all that is happening – one day they will.  I am not asking for full custody of either of my boys.  I am looking to share based on what is best for them regardless of our personal differences.  There is still time and my offer to work on a reasonable compromise for visitation still stands.

Ok this is exhausting. Can you please stop being an asshole? Just for a second?

Unfortunately, it appears that a compromised isn’t going to be reached. A judge will have to make a final decision regarding these issues. In the meantime, if you would like to see D from Friday until Sunday this week, he is available.

So what does he do? Well he didn’t stop being an asshole, that’s for sure.

 He called D at home last night. “Hey buddy! I’m going to pick you up at school tomorrow (Wednesday) and you can come to my house until Saturday. How does that sound?!” I hear D ask “Do I have a bed to sleep in?” Dad replies, “We’ll work it out, you can sleep in my bed or in A’s bed. And if you don’t bring clothes with you, we can pick some up. Sound good?!” D said, “Yeah ok.”

I explained to D that dad and I had already discussed this and the answer was already “No, not during the week. Friday, Saturday and Sunday was totally ok…but not during the school week.” D apologized for agreeing with his dad, I told him he didn’t need to apologize. It was ok, and not his fault. This is a grown up thing and its not ok for dad to try to use D to work around the rules I’ve already made. “So dad is using me?” D asked. I said, “Yes. He is.” D tried to rationalize, “maybe I should just go with dad. I don’t know what to do.” I asked him if he really wanted to go, or if he was just trying to keep things….” He interrupted me with an arm sweep in a slow and even line through the air in front of him and said “Caaaaaaaalm” Yeah, I get it. No one likes it when dad gets mad. D agreed. “Yeah, I’ve seen it. It’s not good.”

I went to the school this morning to drop off the current order that says contact is from Sun – Wed and is to happen at a specific location, which is NOT the school. Who knows how the school will handle it. If he can’t get D there, he’ll likely just go wait for him at home and take him from there.

I told D that no matter what happens today, he just needs to do the thing that makes him the most comfortable. No matter what he chooses to do, he won’t be in trouble. I packed his cell phone in his back pack. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t holding my breath.

Is it time to go to court yet? Seriously, this shit is out of hand. 

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