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Trash

There has been no contact between Asshat and I since the email exchange where he gave me dates for his trip to Europe. So, imagine my surprise when I got this email (from his old email address that he told me not to use anymore) this evening, with the subject line being “Trash”.

Trash

From: Asshat

To: Me

Today at 7:05 PM

You are some kind of piece of trailer park trash to tell A your going to give him only 125 for school clothes.   Maybe you should get your priorities straight and use some of the money you mooch off of me each week and put your child ahead of your own personal interests.   I know this is not the same thing as drugging up your own child cause you two can’t handle kids without a drink,  so please feel free this one time to pretend to be a responsible parent.  PS try letting him shop somewhere other than target or Wal-Mart too as I think he would prefer that. 

 

I’m not sure the projection could be any more evident if he labeled each sentence “this is projection”.

Not that it really matters, but I’ll just point out a few things:

  1. While it’s a rental, I live in a huge and beautiful house, not a trailer. Not in a trailer park. Also, unlike Asshat, we do have cold AND hot running water here.
  2. I budgeted $500.00 for each kid for back to school shopping. I only gave A $125.00 over the weekend so he could do a little shopping on his own while he is in Boston with his friend.
  3. ADHD meds are not “drugging up your kid” when they are serving the intended purpose of treating the ADHD symptoms so that your kid can actually function effectively.
  4. I only ever drank to deal with my abusive asshole husband, never to deal with my kids. Needless to say, I don’t drink anymore. Not even a little.
  5. The only time the kids buy clothes at Walmart is when they need an orange sweatshirt for tomorrow, or a dress shirt and a tie for the concert tonight. Walmart is awful and as a general rule, we avoid it at all costs. I do love Target though.
  6. I have not had any ‘personal interests’ that have come before my children’s interests for the last 17 years. A texted me tonight to say “dad doesn’t have any money to pitch in for school clothes”. So, if I wanted to know what it was like to put my own interests first, I could ask the asshole that just got back from a month in Europe and now has no money to buy any clothes for the kids.

almost summertime!

Its been a long time since I’ve posted here…lets see what there is to catch up on.

1. things with asshat remain the same. He’s not spoken to or contacted D since February when D tried to call and arrange to visit. I have been getting regular child support payments (yay!). However, he is now 60 days past due with the HELOC. With his trip to europe in a couple of weeks, we’re not sure what will happen with support payments. 

2. A: The schedule that A has been sticking to is 10 days with me, 4 days with asshat. Baseball will start for him today. He’s looking forward to it, which makes me happy. A will be wrapping up his Jr year in a few days and will officially be a senior. Unbelievable.

We’re still college hunting. We (husband and I) had a talk with A on Sunday about it. The previous Wednesday A texted me out of the blue and said he wanted to do Early Decision at the University of Miami. I have no idea where that came from. After our talk on Sunday, it became clear. Asshat has an opinion. The school A had chosen as his first choice, Coastal Carolina in South Carolina, was now a “terrible idea”. Thats what his father told him. A terrible idea. Asshat has never been to SC, he’s never attended coastal carolina, and its more than likely he’s never even MET anyone who went there. Asshat’s idea for A is that he should apply to Texas A&M, Harvard and California Polytech. Asshat believes that it is very important that A be attempting to attend a “nationally ranked school”. He told A that a nationally ranked school has more actual professors and not as many regular teachers. It is very clear to me that asshat is putting as much effort into research about A’s secondary education as he did his own. A isn’t even close to being considered for acceptance to any of those schools. He is a B and sometimes C, sometimes A student. He’ll only have 3 years of high school science. He does not have a job. He does not volunteer. He is not a qualified candidate for these schools. I hate to say it, but he’s just not. Asshat told him that if he graduates from Harvard that he’ll make 50k a year to start. I guess asshat knows this because he also graduated from harvard and now makes 50k a year? or knows someone who has? No, and No. A’s other school choice was West Virginia University. Asshat told him that this was also a terrible idea. There was also mention that asshat told A that he gets an extra 5k for claiming him on his taxes, and thats good because he only make 25k a year compared to my 90k a year. That guy is on crack. He makes more money than I do, which is why HE pays ME support! Sometimes I wish I could live in such delusion. 

I told A that we would help him with application costs for up to 5 schools, but we would like them to be schools that he actually could be accepted at, even if its a long shot, and that they be schools he actually would want to attend. He doesn’t want to live in New England. He wants the weather to be warm. He wants the school to have a decent football team. He wants to be within a few hours of the coast. And he’d like to major in business. I’ve asked A to look at Virginia Tech. He said he’d look into it. 

3. D: His birthday is on Thursday. He’ll be 14. I have no idea how that happened. We had an appointment with is primary doctor last week. He’s 120 lbs and 5 foot 7 inches tall. Again, I don’t know how that happened. For his birthday we’re going to take him to the Boston Comic Con in August. He wants to go as a ringwraith. If anyone has any ideas about how to make a ringwraith costume, please let me know! 

There is a computer camp for a week in July that D is excited about. He’s never done anything like this before. Its nice to see him get excited about going out into the world and trying new stuff. He’ll be starting high school in the fall. He now has glasses in addition to braces, and he could not be happier about it. He’s continuing to dive on Saturday mornings. He’s recently asked that we not go and watch. He believes he does better when we’re not there. Husband said this was the same thing he felt like when he was 13 and played baseball. 

4. Meanwhile, I still hate my job. So. Much. We’ve tossed around the idea of just packing up and moving to VA or NC or FL. D is on board with that idea, but he’ll likely be singing a different song after his first year of high school, since we couldn’t go until after A was graduated. I guess we’ll see how things look in a year or so. The job market is not good here (slightly worse than other places) so even though I look for other opportunities, there really isn’t much available….which tends to just add to the ongoing frustration. 

Husband and I will be celebrating our 3rd wedding anniversary in 10 days. I can’t believe its only been 3 years. It feels like a lot longer…but in a good way!

No baseball

Now that we’re back to a life without so much Asshat, things have been busy! We had a lovely mini-vacation in Florida to visit husband’s family. It was so wonderful to be away from the cold and snow, if only for a few days. The boys had a great time. Neither had flown before, or been able to wake up to views of the sunrise over the ocean, so it was nice to be able to give them those experiences. 

We were smart enough to return home on a Friday in order to have a full weekend to get back into the swing of things before work and school resumed. 

A had decided that he would be participating on the school’s baseball team. He has played every single season since T-ball, so I was thrilled about this. A is very very good at baseball, but says he hates it. Each season since the last year of Farm League he normally has to be coaxed by a coach to join the team. So it was exciting that he was willingly going to be doing this on his own.

This week is Asshat’s week with A, but because my kids and their activities are important to me, I still pick A up after practice or volleyball or weight room even when its not my week. If I don’t, Asshat refuses to work around anyone’s schedule but his own. This way A gets to participate, and I get to see him most every day. 

When I picked A up at 5:15 on Monday he got in the car and was angry. “I’m not doing baseball” he said. I said, “Oh….Why not? Did it not go well?” He said, “No, its not that. Dad called me three times and since I didn’t answer my phone, he texted me and told me that I’d have to find my own way back to his house tonight. And if I couldn’t that he’d pick me up after school tomorrow. I don’t have any of my stuff for tomorrow” 

Silly me, with all my logic said, “Didn’t dad know you had baseball today?” 

“Yes. He did. But apparently he got out of work at 3:50 and since I left my phone in the locker room because I was at BASEBALL PRACTICE he just went home. I told him it started at 3, I don’t know why he would assume it would only go for 50 minutes. Whatever. I’m not going to do baseball. Its too much of a hassle if this is what’s going to happen every time.” 

He was upset. I felt bad. He just insisted that he’d do Sr. League in the summer instead, that would be less of a hassle some how. 

I offered to drive A out to dad’s to drop him off, but he said no. If I drove out there, he said, he’d just get his stuff and come back with me. He said all he was really missing was his history book, and he didn’t think he’d really need it. So, we just went back home. 

Asshat knew A was doing baseball. There was no previous mention about schedules or what Asshat would or would not be able to do. A gave him all the information he needed, and Asshat said, “Ok.” Then, when the time comes for Asshat to follow through and do something for someone else, suddenly, its a giant fucking problem.

How clearly I can see it now. This is a form of abuse. He’s being set up, just to be taught a lesson. It’s like A should have known ahead of time that this would be a problem for dad. Having to WAIT?! for his kid to get out of practice? I don’t think so! A is being sent a very clear message that what he wants is inconvenient. He will have to deal with his father being a manipulative prick because he is following his own ideas and goals. He’s being told that he should just give up. It’ll be easier to just give up than to fight for what you want. Its just baseball. You’d rather have your dad be civil and talk to you and not make you feel like you’re fucking up his day by needing a ride home. Just quit. 

I’ve done this a MILLION times myself with Asshat. It got to the point where whatever I wanted to do, it wasn’t worth the hassle of putting up with his bullshit afterwards. A trashed house, the silent treatment, suddenly no money in the budget for me to take the kids school shopping, whining endlessly about how awful it was for me to be gone…

Hopefully A’s reliance on his father for rides and food and shelter will be over soon enough, as college is quickly approaching for him. I’m sure for A though, its not soon enough. 

I emailed Asshat and told him that A was going to quit baseball because he wasn’t able to wait around after work to pick A up. (Normally Asshat gets out of work at 4:45, so the 20 minute drive to the high school would only mean about 10 minutes of actual waiting.) I asked Asshat to please try to work out some kind of resolution to this with A, as extracurriculars are important. I offered for A to stay over with me any time that he needed, and I would still be willing to pick him up from practices. 

Asshat’s reply? “Fee free to have a conversation with A about you picking him up from practice and driving him to my house every day.” 

Asshat lives 20 minutes away since moving to the old house. He really thinks this is the solution to the problem? Make me do all the work? Yeah. I guess that’s about right for his tiny little brain. Fucker. 

Done with D

We are going to Florida for a few days. Husband’s parents and siblings all live there now and have invited us down for a visit. 

I needed to tell asshat, as we are taking the boys out of state. I emailed: 

“We will be traveling to Melbourne, Florida with the boys from March 17th to March 21st. Please let me know if you’d like any further information.” 

The next morning, here was the response: 

“This is not during any school vacation which means that A will be missing a significant amount of time from school.  Matters concerning A’s education are to be decided by both of us and it seems like you are circumventing the court order here.  Given the amount of time he has already missed this year and your current plans, I’m sure you have checked with the school already to make sure he will not suffer academically.”

I don’t really need to get all into all of the steps I’ve taken to make sure that BOTH kids will be able to academically weather a week away from school work here. Also I expected some kind of bullshit response regarding how I’m trying to play the system…What I really want to know is what is with all this crap about A and no mention of D? 

I guess in some way I understand that he’s done with D. He didn’t get his way, so he’s given up. But it seems that every time this happens, its only a matter of time before he’s sticking his face back in where it doesn’t belong. Previously, however, he had an audience. He wanted to look good for the lawyer, for the girlfriend, for court…but with not lawyer and no looming court date, and I’m sure the girlfriend isn’t sad about not having to compete with another child for attention…maybe this is it? Maybe he’s really all done with D this time? 

A really shitty father

I’m procrastinating. 

I should be reading chapter 18 of my Financial and Managerial Accounting book. I should be taking notes in order to answer the discussion questions at the end of the chapter. 

Instead I’m messing around on Facebook and WordPress. I’m having some trouble concentrating. 

Husband is frustrated with the latest round of stupid people continuing to be stupid. Mainly our dear Asshat. I did actually send him an email last night asking for him to please gather A’s school stuff and drop it off on our porch as he passed our house on his way to the southern part of the state in order to take his bar exam. 

No response. And, no books. Husband was actually surprised by this. “He is a really shitty father” he said after checking the porch this morning for the books. Yes. Yes he is. 

I let A stay home today. I don’t know if that was the right move or not. Frankly, I’m not currently in the mood to pick apart my parenting choices right now. I’m tired. And a little cranky.

Husband would like to set some limits about A just ending up here because his father doesn’t have the gas money to drive in to pick him up…or whatever lame excuse he has on any given day. I get it. I really do. But. I’m not going tell A that he can’t spend the night at home. Not ever. 

Its all so frustrating. All over again.

 

 

You can’t make this stuff up…

D had a melt down this morning. Refusal to go to diving class. Attitude. Calling me immature. And my totally mature response? “I’m almost forty fucking years old! I’m not the one being immature!” Ok. Maybe that was a little immature. 

Either way, the consequence was loss of computer for a week. He remained firm in his resolve to be a little turd, so the computer was removed and locked away. 

Later he decided he’d like to go visit dad. Mainly to go play in the woods outside of the old house, and yeah, maybe to play a little xbox…

I explained that likely nothing with his dad had changed since the last time he had visited. He didn’t care, really, he just wanted to go out and play in the woods. I explained that dad would need to come get him and that I would be picking him up at 5pm on Sunday, as per the court order. D was mad. Obviously dad wouldn’t come get him! Why can’t I just take him!? And why does he have to wait until Sunday to be picked up?! This is dumb! 

I gave a whole speech about boundaries, and parents sharing responsibilities, and how we spent a lot of money to get this court order, so we’re going to stick to it. 

Eventually, D decided to give dad a call and see if he could get him to come pick him up. 

“Hi dad…..good…..hey can I come over and visit at your house today?”
We can hear asshat on the other end as we’re sitting in the same room, he didn’t even think about it, he just said “No I cant, I”m studying for the bar.” D’s response was “oh…..ok…..well…..” then asshat started in on some excuses “I don’t have enough money for you to come visit. I’m going to need to work on a new schedule, I’m going to need to get a second job” D rolled his eyes and said, “yeah, ok…”

The phone got static-y and D hung up. Shortly after asshat called back and they talked a little more, but D thought other things were more entertaining and after about 2 minutes he said “I gotta go….yeah nice to talk to you too…bye”

Asshat could have said “Yes! I’d LOVE to see you! Let me email your mom and see what we can work out!” But no. That isn’t what he did. Instead he sent me this email: 

“D called me today to ask about visiting this weekend.  Per the order, as you would say, communication about visitation needs to not go through him.  It is inappropriate for you to encourage him to do the very thing which you seemed hell bent to prevent.  Just an FYI so that in the future it will not happen again.”

He wasn’t encouraged by me to call. He was told he can do whatever he likes. Am I supposed to tell him that he’s not allowed to call his father to ask to come visit? That he needs to wait for dad to initiate contact? Really? What a fucking idiot. 

Nice and quiet

Things have been calm here since the order. A was feeling very frustrated with his dad’s lack of ability to parent. It wasn’t too big of a deal when they lived in town…but being out in the woods, away from his friends, and school, needing a ride everywhere – A’s patience wore thin. Before the order, A called and asked me to come get him on Tuesday, rather than Thursday. It was fine with me to have him here a couple extra days. On Sunday, X came to pick A up (30 minutes late) and took him back to the woods. 

On Monday A called me from school asking me to go pick him up. Of course I did, and on the way back to my house (where I thought X was going to pick him up after work) A informed me that dad hadn’t gone to work that day, he’d stayed home to study for the bar exam. Also, dad said he may or may not have the gas money to be able to drive back in town to get A back home. After several text messages and unanswered phone calls, A decided, even though he didn’t have his materials for classes the next day, he would like to stay with me for the rest of the week. 

By Thursday X managed to stop by the house to drop off A’s school materials he’d asked for on Monday. Sigh. 

Saturday A and his friend got on a bus to Boston to go visit the friends family for February vacation. A will be back on Sunday, and rumor is that he’d like me to pick him up at the bus station, bring him to my house, then maybe dad will pick him up from there in the afternoon. Who really knows? Not me, that’s for sure. 

X has un-friended A on Facebook – I suspect in an attempt to keep me from seeing his page? Hard to tell. Funny thing though, girlfriend is friends with A so I can see her page just fine. She got roses on Valentines day. “#gotagoodman”  and “#grateful365” she wrote. This made me do some form of laughing, feeling sad and throwing up in my mouth a little all at once. She also thinks Facebook works like twitter I guess. 

Meanwhile, neither D or I have heard from X. Not a whisper. D is still going to counseling. Today the counselor asked, “So any word from dad lately?” D answered, “nope.” The counselor talked about how seeing dad is D’s choice, and how he might wish, when he’s older, that he made a different choice about trying to reach out to his dad. D’s response “That’s a one in a million chance. I doubt it.” D likes this counselor, but its hard when its clear that he just doesn’t understand what kind of person X really is. But, like the rest of us, he’ll just have to figure it out on his own I guess.

We’ve made plans to head to Florida with the boys in March. We are all very much looking forward to it. Its been so cold and so much snow here lately, we’re all ready for a break from it. 

he’s got it under control.

I took A to the old house to drop him off. We talked about him coming to my house every day after school to wait for dad to pick him up, rather than having to ride the bus all the way out to the old house, then walking the mile up the private road. He thought that was a good idea. 

A said that dad’s plan is to live in the old house until he can get it fixed up enough to be able to rent it. A didn’t know what that meant or how long that may take. I am wondering how on earth he’s going to pay for all these repairs and fixing stuff up…

I saw this ad on craigslist this morning with the old house’s address listed: 

3 bdrm / 2 bath 1000 – negotiable

“Cape style home situated on 2 1/2 acres in Eddington, Maine. Home has full basement with washer / dryer and a chest style freezer. About 1500 square feet not including basement. Pets are determined on a case by case basis and will require a deposit. Utilities not included – heat and electricity. First, last and security. Rent is negotiable and I will work with the right people to find something that works for both of us.”

So. He’s not really worried about it getting fixed up I guess? The best I can gather, the master plan is to get some schmuck to pay him first, last, and security – totaling $3000.00. And with that money, he and my son will then move OUT of that house and into a DIFFERENT place all together? I guess whoever said that kids need stability was just full of shit.
Plus, in speaking with REAL landlords, like the people I rent from, it’s pretty impossible to find renters who have that kind of money to be able to part with at once. Most places we looked at wanted first and security…because they wanted people to actually rent the place. But, I’m sure Asshat knows just what he’s doing. 

In court my lawyer asked him about buying clothes for D rather than expecting D to bring clothes from my house. Asshat’s response was “That’s what I learned from the For Kid’s Sake program, (the mandated parenting class we both had to take) that clothes are a big issue for a lot of parents.”
That is what he learned from a 4 hour parenting class about how to parent your children when you are divorced. I’m sure he’s got everything under control. 

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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