Well I've been a busy girl...
As you read in my previous post my Mother's day pretty much sucked ass. There's no other way to put it. My kids were...well they were kids. They don't have their own money, they don't drive, and nobody was around to remind them it was Mother's Day. BLT didn't mean any disrespect, and once he realized my feelings were hurt he felt like a jerk. He told me that he remembered his mother, and even my mother- but he's never had a girlfriend who was a mother. He said, "I'm an ass, I didn't even think about you that way and I dropped the ball." Being gone three days prior to Mother's day on a business trip didn't help any.
He offered to take me to dinner and a movie - and I'll cash in when we get paid again in another week. So in the end no harm, no foul...I'll survive. Plus he felt so bad we had the most amazing make up sex EVAH! Whoo hoo, I'm talkin' bone melting hot. Dang that man of mine can turn on the tasty charm when he's motivated!
A couple days later I had an unpleasant surprise. I was served papers by my X's scummy lawyer. He's hauling me into court demanding shared custody and get this... he wants child support FROM ME!!! Oh ya, someone is smokin' crack in that camp. It is a 33 page motion full of lies, excuses, and bullshit. There is no other way to put it. Ethel read it all and I swear she nearly gagged on some of the crap he was shoveling. It's pathetic.
There were ridiculous stipulations about me being cooperative in his efforts to get the kids passports (uhhh... NO you are not taking my kids out of the country Capt. Crazy Pants!) and about me giving up the rights provided in my Restraining Order and providing him with my home address and phone numbers so that he could have access to the kids. Again I said, "hell to the no...but thanks!"
I was especially fond of the two pages of rambling poor me story line that detailed how he was a victim, and since his release he's bonded with his grandfather over the death of his grandmother, and how their mutual grief and loss of beloved spouses resonates within his soul. I would like to mention that his grandparents dislike him greatly and I've been assured by my former Father In Law that this is still the case.
So anyway, it's back to court we go. He - with a box of tissues and a barrel of lies. Me, armed with 911 tapes, police reports, declarations by family members, friends, therapists, and medical records. I feel secure in my position that he won't get what he wants. But I don't have the money to fight the good fight for long so I really hope he doesn't drag this out. Of that I have no faith at all.
I do worry about the uber liberal retards in the family court system though. This state has this moronic statute that basically says that parents have a right be a part of their kids lives as long as there is only a minimal amount of harm caused. You know, it's okay to mess up your kids... just a little... as long as it salvages a bad parents rights. We wouldn't want to trample on that drug dealing, meth head, hooker mom's right to influence her young children now would we? Or in my X's case - we wouldn't want to get in the way of an irresponsible, absent, half crazy, abusive gun toting a-hole's attempts to emotionally manipulate his children in order to punish his ex-wife would we? *sigh*
I'm going to have to just admit that I don't have control here. I can prepare the best I can. I can arm myself with facts and depositions. I can even bring in specialists and doctors. But in the end it will be up the judge and I have to have faith that the judge is not going to put my kids lives in danger. I have to have faith in that or I'll never make it through all this without loosing my mind.