Yesterday I went to court with my ex. Well, technically it was supposed to be “with” my ex, but as usual with him, he didn’t show up; which was great for me, because it made it easy for the judge to approve another two years on the order of protection that keeps him away from
I was driving home when Mr. Attorney Man called to say that he thought it had gone well. I agreed, and then caught him off guard by saying that I wanted to concede to my ex’s motion, and moving forward have a cap placed on what he would owe me. Repeatedly explaining that there was no
It was absolutely freezing on the walk to the courthouse.Held in the afternoon and the only case on the docket, the courtroom was empty for our hearing, with the exception of Mr. Attorney Man, myself, a friend, my ex, his attorney, the judge, and the bailiff. Intimate in a strange kind of way, it was
Wow. Just wow. Four years since I started this blog, 387 posts later, and almost exactly six years since my ex abandoned me and the kids, I finally get to write this post. This is it. This is THEE post that so many of you, including myself, have been waiting for since I started this
“Do you know what makes you special, in a different way than the baby in mommy’s tummy?” The Guy asked The Boy Child as he pulled him onto his lap. “I’m better at building with Legos” The Boy Child replied, apparently confident in his six-year-old understanding of how the world works. “Well, yes” The Guy
If you didn’t read the last post, “I’m Not There Anymore,” I suggest reading that first so that this post makes sense. ************** It’s been a few days since my day in court, and I’m feeling much better. Overall I wasn’t feeling all that bad to begin with (compared to prior years in court), but either
It’s 6:30am. My husband just left for work, and the kids are sleeping. It’s been raining on and off, so it’s still dark out, and the cars driving on the road outside, are making a whizzing noise on the wet pavement as people rush off to work. A chill hangs in the air and
Not long ago, The Guy, the kids, and I were in the car. I can’t remember what we were talking about, but at some point I looked into the backseat, and saw that The Girl Child’s eyes were welling up with tears. When I asked her what was wrong, she didn’t answer me. Confused,
************************ Heeeelllllooooo everyone! My gosh, WHERE IS THE TIME GOING? I feel like these last few months have just run over me; some great, other parts not-so-great, and a few moments have just been insane. Can we talk about “insane,” for a few minutes here? Because here is something that I cannot even wrap my
Every single morning, before I drop my kids off at school, I take a minute to say something to them, that I feel might be one of the most important thing they hear all day. The kids know it so well, that I only have to say the first part before they excitedly chime in
Well, to jump right into it, last week’s post stuck with me more than I was expecting. (If you haven’t read it yet, I’d suggest doing that before you continue on, but for the TL;DR, I’ve found my feelings of anger towards my ex, reignited as I watch The Guy with my children.) Anyway, it’s
Last Friday, she called me at 6am, 9am, 12pm, 4pm, and 2am, and then her family called me at 3pm and 7pm. And she is just one of my many nonprofit clients. I absolutely adore her and she is definitely one of my favorite clients, but she is going through some really tough things right
