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Bullshit is his air.

We are all fine. Everyone is really doing ok. 

I found out about the HELOC this week – which really pissed me off – but really….whatever. Maybe, if he’ll just hurry up and default, I might be able to make a case to the credit reporting agencies to get that ‘charge off’ taken off of my report, since, you know, ITS NOT MY RESPONSIBILITY! We’ll see. 

The claiming the kids on his taxes issue – again – really pissed me off. This creates more work for me. I really have enough to do. I met with an accountant this morning who advised me about how to best proceed with my return and supporting paperwork. Husband and I will visit our local IRS office this afternoon. 

See? We’re all doing just fine. 

In other news, I picked up A yesterday and he informed me that if everything goes according to dad’s plan, dad is moving back to the old house. This weekend. Its like bullshit is his air. He can’t live without it.  

Apparently his renters bailed on him. Who knows whats true and what isn’t – certainly not me. I emailed my lawyer about it this morning to get her take on things. We still haven’t received our order. Things are still up in the air.

A says he’s considering staying with me during the week because he doesn’t want to walk the mile up and the mile down the private dirt road the old house is on. He doesn’t want to take the bus all the way in every morning and back every night. He also won’t be able to stay for weight lifting with the football team after school since there is no late bus. He thought he might go to dad’s on the weekends, but then realized that would prevent him from being able to hang out with his friends on the weekends. A said he hadn’t talked to dad about any of this yet, and wasn’t sure what he wanted to do yet. 

All I could think was, well thank goodness I spent 5k on a lawyer to make a solid schedule! (Insert eye roll here)

So, the immediate issue is, A says that when I drop him off at dad’s this Sunday, it will be at the old house. That’s a long drive – and not what we agreed to. But then – so what? Asshat doesn’t care about what we agreed to. Asshat doesn’t care that A doesn’t want to spend half his time out in the middle of the woods with no cell phone service. Asshat cares about Asshat, and nothing more. 

 

 

 

The fun just never ends.

Asshat is at it again…

He tried to claim one, maybe both boys on his tax return. How do I know this? My return was rejected because at least one SS# on my claim has already been used by someone else.

I added up the days. Asshat had A 153 days. I had A 212 days. He’s mine to claim….right?

So now, I guess, I have to paper file my returns like it’s 1985 or something. According to the research I did today, once the IRS sees the problem they’ll try to figure out who should get to claim A (and / or D) and the other parent will get forms in the mail requesting more information to try to prove who should get to claim the dependent(s) in question. And the super great thing is that if they decide that Asshat should get to claim him (them) instead of me, I’ll be assessed penalties and fees for the IRS’s trouble.

Oh and MORE good news? He’s 83 days late on the HELOC. The bank lady told me yesterday that if he gets to 120 days late, they’ll charge off the loan, which will stick to my credit report for the next 7 years…NOT foreclose on the house like she’d originally told me.

Amazing. I know.

Also, still no order yet. The judge said it could take up to 30 days. Its only been 27, so I guess I’m just being impatient.

I’d like to scream. Just a little.

a leopard can’t change its spots

The day after court D came to me and said, “So, am I supposed to see dad this weekend or what?” I told him that he could if he wanted to – but the judge hadn’t made anything official yet. He decided that he was going to call dad and set up a visit. He did not want to spend the night, he just wanted to go for the day. So, he called dad. Dad had some “running around to do” in the morning, and would call D when he was able to come pick him up. Then it happened. I got this email:

Hello, 
D called asking to visit tomorrow. Since we have agreed that scheduling should go through us I wanted to contact you regarding his request. If you are agreeable to him visiting please email me and let me know. I can pick him up after I get out of work tomorrow. It will be before 12. 
This is the email I will be using for communication from this point forward. 
Asshat

The email address he used was ‘neverbeenhappier75@xxxxx.com’. Barf.

I replied to his email saying, yes, of course D can visit. I’ll pick him up at 5pm, and since is -30 degrees out, please pick D up at the house.
The next morning, around 11:30 D said he’d figured dad had forgotten about him visiting. I said I was sure he’d not forgotten, but was probably at work (teachers don’t work on Saturday’s, especially not him, but whatever…)
At 11:40 dad called and said he was on his way, and he and D would be going shopping. D flitted around the house for the next 10 minutes, getting his shoes and coat on. We were expecting one more phone call saying for D to walk to the store, dad was waiting, but rather, he pulled up in front of the house. Husband and I were stunned.

At 5pm I called D to let him know Husband was on his way to pick him up since I was still sick. When they arrived home D came into the kitchen, leaned against the counter and said “Well THAT was a waste of 3 and half hours.” I asked if they’d gone shopping…”Nope!” I asked what he’d had for lunch. “Pasta.” Then D started in on what had happened. He was wandering around the kitchen saying “dad kept talking to me and talking to me. just talking and talking…and he wouldn’t believe anything I said. Oh, by the way, what was said in court?”

I asked what he meant. He said that dad kept saying the judge said D didn’t want to visit with dad. I said, “No, that’s not what the judge said. He told us that you were very clear about not wanting to spend half of the time there. But he never said that you didn’t want to go at all.” D appeared vindicated. “I knew it! I knew that’s what I’d said! Dad didn’t believe me. Dad said I didn’t want to visit at all.” I told D I was sorry it worked out like that for him. He shrugged. Then he said, “He kept asking me what I wanted, and I told him and he said ‘No! that’s what your mother wants! I want to know what you want!’….he just wasn’t listening.”

Then, standing on his knees in the chair at the counter he said, “Dad said, do you want to visit or not! if you don’t then fine! Don’t! I don’t care! I’m tired of doing this with you! I’m not going to do this anymore!” I must have looked pretty shocked, because D said, “Well maybe it wasn’t those exact words….” I said, “But that’s what it felt like?” D said, “yeah.” His eyes started to well up and I felt so badly for him.

I think he had this idea that once he talked to his counselor, once he talked to the judge, now that the counselor AND the judge have BOTH talked to dad, then there should be no more question about what D wants. It should be all clear….Should be. I told D he had a counseling appt in 2 weeks, maybe he’d like to write some of this down? “Nah” he said, “I’m pretty good at remembering stuff.”

After that the evening moved on as normal, except around 7pm D was in our room climbing into bed with us wanting to watch football with us. Normally, he’d rather play computer games with his friends. Once he went to bed Husband said, “Poor kid. Just wanted to hang out with people who love him…”

It’s Over.

 

We found out we’d only have one day, not two. X was baffled by this. The judge explained about the other case that was deemed to be more important and would be taking place on our second day – it involved an infant and a parent who was scheduled to be deported in two days. It was clear to me – but X kept saying “I was planning on two days. I thought we’d have two days. I was really counting on having two whole days.” My lawyer asked me about the girl in the back of the courtroom. I told her that was girlfriend. She asked why she was there. I said I had no idea. My lawyer made sure that she and X knew that if she stayed she could not be a witness. She said she understood. 

My lawyer spoke to the judge about our witness list. She said that we had not asked for any doctors or professionals to be there. She was confident that given the small number of witnesses, she could make the one day work. X wanted to know why the doctor that had giving D the ADHD diagnosis wasn’t going to be there. He said he needed to discuss with her the language in her report. He did not agree with it. He also didn’t agree with her diagnosis and he planned on questioning her about it. My lawyer reiterated that we were not calling any doctors.

I was the first witness. My throat was raw and I was beyond congested. I had trouble thinking. I hadn’t been able to lay awake the previous night imagining questions and answers and remember bullshit scenarios that have plagued me for the last 2 years. I was in a fog. Girlfriend kept catching my eye and glaring at me. Other times she was lost in her phone. She didn’t seem much for paying attention. I did my best, then it was Mr. Asshat’s turn to ask me questions.

“I don’t know how to read these questions,” he started to say to the judge, “Do I say, Mr. Asshat? That sounds weird.” The judge sighed. “You could just say “I or myself…” X decided to spend the next hour asking me questions referring to himself as Mr. Asshat. “Are you aware that A and Mr. Asshat have a strong relationship?” “Are you aware that Mr. Asshat has been a teacher for more than 13 years?”  “You were married to Mr. Asshat for 13 years?”

X asked questions leading to the idea I’ve tried to ‘buy the children’s love’. During his questioning and my lawyer’s rapid fire “objections” she asked him “are you suggesting that my client is trying to buy the children’s love?” He flat out said “Yes.” My lawyers mouth dropped open, she said “Wow.” The judge shook his head. The questions continued…

“You’re aware that A is good at football?” Yes.

“You’re aware that A gets good grades?” Yes.

“You’re aware that Mr. Asshat has been to counseling?” OBJECTION

“You’re aware that Mr. Asshat cannot block you on Facebook because you have exclusive administrative rights of A’s facebook page?” Yes.

“Have you ever suffered from paranoia?” OBJECTION

The judge chimed in “Where is this going? You have a very limited amount of time. I don’t know how these questions are supposed to help me determine visitation. You need to choose questions that have value.”

Then he started in with the financial questions…asking me things that were already on copy of my paystub that my lawyer just handed him.

“You make xxxxxx a year?” I answered, “If that’s what it says, then yes.”

“You have about xxxxx in loans?” I answered, “That sounds about right”

“How much of a monthly payment is that?” OBJECTION

He attempted to suggest that he would qualify for a ‘deviation’ in child support. After 3 questions the judge asked him if that was where he was going and X said it was.

 Judge said “You can’t do that. I don’t see any earlier notice of filings of you requesting that.” X said he didn’t know he had to file anything previously…”Is that something that I can file today?”

The judge said, “No.”

X begged, pleaded, “Well I need this. I have to have it. I qualify for it. I didn’t know….well I can do it when I come back then, to modify it, right?” The judge reminded him that the only way anything can get changed once it’s an order is if there has been ‘significant change in circumstances’. X was crushed. Totally crushed. He asked me one or two more questions then gave up.

Then it was Mr. Asshat’s turn for questions. He took the stand, but was only there a short time before we broke for lunch. Girlfriend and he went to his car parked outside the court house. We could see them in the car from the third floor window. His hands were waving and they were passing a cigarette back and forth.

After lunch, when I arrived back at the court house, they walked past me from the elevators towards the door. Girlfriend didn’t come back for the rest of Mr. Asshat’s testimony.

Husband had been noticibly absent during the proceedings. He was on the list to be called as a possible witness. This meant he couldn’t be in the courtroom at all during anyone else’s testimony. After lunch he went to go get the boys. We’d decided they’d speak to the judge at 2pm.

X’s testimony was full of shit. Oh. My. Ever-loving. Fuck. We did learn, however, that he’d taken out a “bar study loan” in January. This loan money only lasted him until June when he said that he’d realized he’d need to get a job. The loan was for FORTY THOUSAND DOLLARS. The judge said, “How much?” My lawyer answered “Forty.” The judge looked up, “For six months?” X’s response “It goes quick.”

He also declared that he can’t pay support. He’ll be “financially ruined”.

My lawyer asked him, “Do you feel any obligation to be responsible for support at least from June when you started working full time?” His answer, “absolutely not.” He paused and finished by saying “I wasn’t ordered to. Nor, was I asked.” He was asked about clothes for the boys. He said he had clothes for A, that he’d “dropped 600 on him for school clothes.” My lawyer asked about D. “Yes I have clothes for him. I bought him some when he started to talk about wanting to be with me 50% of the time. That’s when I bought him a bed too. I’ll buy him more clothes the next time he’s with me. I told him that the last time, but then he never came back.”

He also stated that he refuses to pay any portion of braces for D because I knew ‘a long time ago’ that he was going to need braces, and I just waited until NOW to take care of it to “get back at him”.

Like with the deviation, turns out that ‘lawyer fees’ never made it to the pretrial list of issues – therefore couldn’t be up for discussion. I was slightly irritated, but she reminded me, like she did a few other times, without him having any money, they likely won’t ask him to pay any part of it, simply because he can’t. He has no way to.

I felt better about this after I ran the child support worksheets based on what we found out his actual salary was.

At 2:02pm my lawyer interrupted Mr. Asshat’s lengthy personal statement saying that the kids would be here by now, and should we break to get them in? The judge asked X, “How much longer will you need, sir?” X answered, “20 more minutes.” He was just talking and going on and saying that he can’t pay for anything, his budget won’t allow it. He said a number of times that D wants to be with him 50% of the time. Eventually, we took a break and left the court room. The boys were sitting out on the bench with Husband. A went first. He was in there less than 10 minutes. When he came out he said to D, “Your turn.” D handed Husband back his phone and walked in.

D was speaking to the judge for nearly an hour. My lawyer was nervous. I could tell from D’s attitude he’d be just fine. My lawyer had spoken to D’s counselor and he’d assured her that D would be just fine in there on his own. Turns out, he was.

After the boys were done, we went back in to hear a summary of what the boys had said.

The judge gave us the “you have bright young men, very smart and mature and developmentally on target for their age.” He told us that A was fine with whatever 50/50 schedule we came up with, he’d make anything work. He had no preference. The judge said he was leaning towards giving us the week on week off so as to lessen the impact of transitions.

He then told us about D. He started smiling and said, “well first, he started giving me Theodore Roosevelt quotes. I asked him if he knew that parents make mistakes, and I asked him if he’d ever made a mistake. He said ‘the only person who doesn’t make a mistake is the person who doesn’t try’.” The judge was full on laughing at this, as was my lawyer and myself. He talked some more about the questions and the answers from D.

Then the judge said, “D was very, VERY clear about why he’s not seeing Dr. O anymore. He did not connect with that gentleman on any level. And as you all know, counseling is about finding the right fit, and he is much more comfortable with the new person he’s seeing.”

He also said that D was very clear about not wanting to see dad 50% of the time. The judge suggested that dad and D sit down with D’s counselor to work some of this stuff out, and ‘he wasn’t having any of that.’ D had his own suggestion that perhaps dad can see a counselor and that counselor can talk to D’s counselor, as a way to start. The judge that is something that happens sometimes, but didn’t know if that was the best course of action here, however. He also told Mr. Asshat that D was feeling abandoned. This was not about the divorce. This was about X leaving for SD, no doubt about it.

We don’t have an order yet. It’ll take up to 30 days for that to happen. We will get child support. We will likely get the schedule for A we wanted. We will also likely keep primary residence for D, and I would be very surprised if he was ordered to go more than every other weekend. I don’t know about medical decision making, however. I couldn’t even guess. All in all – I think it worked out for us just as it should have.

When it was all over, we left. X was carrying six 4-inch binders out of the court room. The boys and Husband and I walked past him towards the elevator. I stopped just past him and I said to A, “Do you want to help dad carry some of those down to his car for him?” A said, “Nope” and kept walking to the elevator. We went home. The boys had pizza for supper and I went back to bed. 

3…2…1…

Happy new year, dear wordpress readers! 

I’m not gonna lie, I’m totally cool to have 2013 in the rear view mirror now. Its been an entire year of waiting for me, and in case you’re new here – let me just tell you…I HATE WAITING. 

Tomorrow is the day.

The day we’ve all been waiting for.

Court. 

I’ve talked with my lawyer several times this week, watching the minutes tick away as we go over stuff that I know like the back of my hand. I can’t help but think about how much these prep sessions are costing me. I know she needs them more than I do – she’s not been having to deal exclusively with X this last year like I have. I cringed when she told me yesterday “I’ve spent a considerable amount of time going through all these emails…” 

D seems ready to give his testimony. He says he’s not nervous “Its just another day, really.” Oh, wise beyond his years, that one is. Or Captain Avoidance. Probably a little of both. 

D’s counselor has been talking with him about this opportunity he’s been given for his voice to be heard. I feel this has made a world of difference for him. X hasn’t called since mid October, I think. It’s all such a blur. There was that email exchange where X has A text me, so I could ask D what dad should get him for Christmas…so D emailed dad and said “I’d rather not come to your house for Christmas”

Exhausting. 

I’m not sure where A is on all of this. I hope he’ll be able to be strong and at least say “I don’t want to be in the middle of this.” because that is clearly his position. A had spent the night with friends last night and when he couldn’t find a ride back to dad’s this morning he called me. I asked why dad couldn’t pick him up (this is x’s time with him and all) and A said “Dad said he’s not driving all the way out here to get me, plus he doesn’t know where ‘this friends’ house is.” Seriously? 

Yeah, seriously. So, Husband and I went out to get him. I know it’s asshat’s responsibility, not mine, but when he flat out refuses to go pick him up…yeah, I’m not gonna be that parent. You can tell that A is irritated about this. You can tell he doesn’t want to have to constantly ask me to pick up his dad’s slack…but he also knows that I will. No matter what. 

So, as I was saying…a year of waiting comes down to tomorrow and half the day on Friday if we need it. My lawyer doesn’t think that X will have any idea what he’s doing, so that might help to speed things up. Despite being sick, vomiting, aches, chills, fever, and drowning in an ocean of snot right now, I’m ready to get this over with. So. Fucking. Ready. 

So, to all my lovely readers, my support system, my cheerleaders, my friends…Please keep me in your thoughts tomorrow. Send any positive energy you can spare my way. I’ll be needing it! 

 

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