I was talking to a friend of mine on the phone last night. She called me because one of the Seattle Monorail cars caught on fire; apparently it was all over the local news. She thought of me because we did a “cognitive work analysis” project together relating to the Seattle Monorail (I don’t know what that means either, so save your questions).
We were bitching about life in general, as it relates to school. This is the last week of class, and then I have a month of summer classes. I am frustrated that I couldn’t graduate on time, but I guess I have to be forgiving of myself since life kicked me in the taco a little bit. (But only because I kicked it first.)
She was asking me about the progress on my divorce. She said, “Do you realize you’ve been dealing with this for six months now?” I was kind of sad that she said that last night, even though it’s totally true, but this morning I realized that means I’m partway there, and fuck, I’ve made it through the first six months. I wish I could say I was about halfway there, but I didn’t file until March. At least in this county, the clock only ticks for 11 months, so there is, in theory, a limited amount of time I will need to pay my awesome lawyer one million dollars.
I go back to court in one week to determine custody for the duration of the divorce. It seems unlikely that the court would go back to 50/50 time, but you never know. To prepare his side of it, Frannie’s dad is approaching people in our life and asking them to a sign a paper saying he is a competent parent. He approached my mother about this, and she said no. He was also digging around at my mom to find out about my dad’s psychological profile. I love her answer:
“Her dad was 19 years old and he had a small child and a wife who was just a baby herself. We lived in southern Michigan during the late 1970s and he was in the automotive industry, laid off. Of course he was depressed.”
He asked a woman to sign that he had one play date with at her school, and she said yes. Unfortunately, her little girl was involved in one of the neglect incidents I brought out in court, and she didn’t know it when she signed the paper. Additionally, I also have to rebut statements such as this: “she and other members of this group engaged in multiple questionable sexual acts, including orgies and bestiality.” Really, he’s making me out to be much more interesting than I actually am.
He offers this about himself: “I eat a balanced diet, with no more than 9% of my daily intake through snacks.”
This is part of his rebuttal to my charges of violence, alcohol abuse, and neglect. This says so much to me, I can’t even tell you.
I don’t claim to understand divorce and child custody laws in Washington as I’ve never had to do it myself, but from what you’ve written on the subject, it sounds as though that, unless the court is completely mentally challenged, things should sway in your favour. Still, the whole procedure doesn’t sound like a hell of a lot of fun but hang in there, just the same.
I worry about him using your blog against you.
I don’t know … with the stunning credentials outlined by Asshole, are we sure the guy even know how to USE a computer!?!? Good God.
Still, it probably is a point worth considering.
Badger: I’ve thought about that. He could use it against me, but this blog contains a fair bit of fiction–not a very credible source, really. And everything I’ve written so far about the case is true, on the record, and not slanderous.
And if he uses my blog against me, then surely someone will discover the parts where I write about his past as a drug dealer, or the time he bit my neck and menaced me while he was drunk, or the part where he got arrested for attempted assault with a deadly weapon.
Yeah, I’m okay with that. I think it all balances out.
SJ, you amaze me. Really; you’re my hero.
Signed, someone who has never met you but is totally rooting for you down in Florida.
Hi Lorena! Thanks.
sj, 9% is a very precise figure. how do you reckon he came up with a 9% snack ratio?
Grrr…. I hate that shit!
It was so completely sick when my ex did that to me, going from friend to friend, slandering me and trying to get them write stuff about how much better a parent he was(BULLSHIT-I had to beg for a day off a week to do my art) and then his fuckhead lawyer altering the affidavits so they actually said he did 80 percent of the parenting duties! At least he couldn’t actually bring himself to perjury when the judge asked him flat out if it was true.
Can you tell I’m still mad?
Hang in there, you totally rock and it sounds like you have it pretty under control.
“I eat a balanced diet, with no more than 9% of my daily intake through snacks.”
He did not say that. You fuck’n made that up.
including orgies and bestiality
Oh for god’s sake. It’s Seattle. Who here has never fucked a chicken? I ask you.
Alas, the words were truly written.
Whoa. That’s some heavy shit, SJ. I just wanna know if he approached the horse for a signature. :)
Oh for god’s sake. It’s Seattle. Who here has never fucked a chicken? I ask you.
Yeah, it’s too bad your chickens got killed. Otherwise he might get THEM to sign the form…. Don’t worry, though I’ll never let mine sign!