See, yesterday he was told 'no' by my attorney. After neglecting to answer papers he was served months ago (including 2 fair notice letters) he wrote a typical huge, well articulated sob story...that up until yesterday, every attorney judge and pool boy has fallen for. Well, finally someone is onto his slimy ways and is making him be accountable.
This. Does. Not. Make. A. Neurotic. Control. Freak. Very. Happy.
I admit. My tummy was doing the yucky kind of somersaults when my attorney told him he denied his pleas and will have to face the judge and possibly jail if he does not comply. I know what this means. Take cover, it's about to be a sh*tstorm up in here.
Surprisingly I did not get a ludicrous email yesterday. He has figured out I print them all. :) So, I get a call at 8:30pm. I don't answer, kids have been in bed an hour and he knows full well their bedtime is 7:30. So I let it go. This morning starting at 6:50 my phone is blowing up! I text him back politely saying "Kids don't get up until 7:10, I'll have them call you during breakfast." The calls keep coming like a crazy person. 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th...I let them all go. He responds: "You should have returned my call last night!" To which I simply say: "Kids were in bed" Then the frantic next two texts: "Doesn't matter. It was an emergency. You should provide access to them 24-7" Um, are we kidding here?
What constitutes an emergency when you are 5 and 6? you live 2 hours away and you want me to pull them from their sleep...I still haven't figured any possible reason this would be necessary. I ignore him. This is the same guy who calls maybe once every 2 weeks and when he does he demands I go retrieve them from a play date at the neighbors because he has rights, dammit!
Of course, he is blowing up the phone, it's 7:22. Kids eyes are barely open, sitting down to eat. I can hear the whole conversation. It's crap, as always. Pumping them for information, they are completely disinterested...and nothing close to an emergency. Just him trying to push me around and show he still has power over me. Whaaaatver.
I admit I still get fearful of him. What he may be capable of doing or getting away with. He is so skilled at deceit and manipulation it would make you sick. The man who sees his kids 2 nights a month and hardly phones them maybe once in between. That's enough to make me sick!
I am beyond exhausted with this bullying. I don't show my fear, only calm, unaffected me. o way I could give him that pleasure.
I pray, hope, wish, cross my fingers, whatever you may that this court battle will end all of this tormenting. (this incident is a small insignificant one, there are more where this came from and worse. He's a peach)
I dream of the day something or someone can protect me from him. To say, "No, this stops now. You deal with me, buddy!" Ok, maybe not as cheesy as that, but you know what I mean!
I am exhausted from being called a terrible mother and selfish and awful and whatever else he can throw. I know it is all nonsense. Everything he spouts at me should be directed at him, I get it. But I'd be lying if I said it doesn't hurt. It is more the feeling of 'Is this ever going to end? Are we always going to have to do it like this? Will you ever own up to your mistakes and stop trying to blame me?" It is more the hopeless feeling that brings me down.
Anyway, I'm bracing for the storm, praying for all things to work together for my good. (and for the attorney to magically waive all of my fees because I am just so awesome! A girl can hope, right?!)
