Big John

Tess and I had been playing this game she found at a yard sale called Big John.  For fifty cents she now owns a big plastic toilet and little green “scuzzies” as the icky germs.  She thinks this game is a riot and I admit it is cute and silly.

We are enjoying our morning and time together.  She has no idea that later today Mom has to go to the courthouse and testify why she should live with me.  It is scary having the future decided for you by a complete stranger. 

Last night my future ex came up to my car at the top of the driveway of our home.  I was waiting for Tesla to get in, but Ying had jumped out the window so she was “fetching him.”  John had a razor tool in his hand, the kind you scrape paint, tape, etc off of something.  He was flicking the blade in and out and my eyes were glued on the knife.  I was on the verge of asking if he was trying to intimidate me when he said, “My lawyer said to offer you this.  If you let Tess live here at the house and go to school from here, I will never ask you for child support.”

I responded, “No, I’d rather a judge decide.”

Maybe he expects me to be rich someday,

~P.