Woot Woot! Reality Checks for All

It gets old being the “strong” person.  My family, friends and lawyer all tell me to “hang in there.”  I am tired of hanging around, hoping things improve.  Something needs to be done.  Of course, that takes money.

I get blog comments from people who I may or may not know.  For example, here is one from someone who refers to themselves as Reality Check.

Would you stop already with the “my house” crap, you seem to forget that he had that house way before you came along. And because of you, another woman was forced out of it and her marriage. You are a bit high and mighty for my taste considering what you have done in your past. I sure consider you to be a homewrecker so for you to call someone else one is ironic indeed!!!!

Reality Check is so bold with their accusations and label-making.  Like it’s the first time I’ve been called a name.  Shit, John called me “a bigger piece of shit than his own mother” and “fucking bitch” and “lazy bitch” and “shitty mother” so many times I couldn’t stop the dark, life-draining affect it was having on my psyche.  I was already depressed after the horrible mistakes hospital had made that almost caused my death.  I was struggling with recovering from giving birth, near death and stuck in the hospital while my newborn was home with a man who never had an infant in his care.

Things didn’t get better to be honest with you.  I became pregnant with our second child and lost it just after the first trimester.  The feeling of failure was over-whelming and John’s blaming it on me didn’t help.  His wanting to leave me the same day I miscarried gave that disease depression a firm grip on me that I am still working to shake.  Here is my response to Reality Check:

You can tell me to stop with the my house crap…but it is my house also. And, Reality Check, I did not wreck anyone’s home…..neither of them were happily married. You don’t know anything about what happened back then. If you did you would shut the fuck up because you would realize just how wrongly informed you are. If I wrecked a home, it certainly wasn’t a very happy home because I later found out they both were cheating on each other so regularly that it wasn’t even a secret anymore.  Hard for me to feel bad about that.
As far as the house goes, I sold MY house and took out a mortgage with John, using the profits of the sale of my house to pay off Diane so she would sign the divorce papers. At the last moment, she wanted $10K more to sign.

I can be high and mighty ALL I want because I don’t care what the hell you think. I’m not saying Heather is a homewrecker, I’m just saying it would be nice if she would currently butt out so after all this time I can get the divorce he filed for YEARS ago. So, Reality Check, the house is mine and John’s. Since I don’t know who you are, I’m guessing you are someone he used to or still is sleeping with. Hey, thanks for the comment!!! ~P.

See, people’s comments that stick up for John in any way are fine by me.  It just shows me how little they know about him.  If you want me to give any credence to a comment supporting John, have the balls to give your name.  I have nothing bad to say about John’s first wife, nor her husband Craig.  They are good people.  Do I believe she got screwed over by John?  Hell yeah!  I am not proud of the way he removed Di from his life and inserted me.  We were both being used but we didn’t realize it back then.  I’m sure she isn’t thrilled about making it into my writing, but if I wrote anything that was a flat-out lie or vicious, either she or someone in her family would contact me with the truth or a comment because…..they read my blog.

I know how the house came about.  It is true.  I had nothing to do with the house back then.  But my world was completely changed around for the man I fell in love with.  You cannot understand nor underestimate the effect John can have on people.  Not just women he is attracted to but people in general.  He will just barge into your life like a bull in a china shop and change everything to how he thinks it should be.  Especially if he feels superior to that person.  (which is everyone.)

So Reality Check is most likely a person who kind of knows John and feels bad he is going to have to sell his house.  Then again, it could be a perfect stranger who reads enough to just have an opinion.  Either way, opinions are like assholes.  .

Everyone has one.

~P.

Dear Heather~Stupid Faces

Dear Heather,

Yesterday, after I dropped Tesla back off at 7:04, I had to restrain myself from laughing my ass off at you, as you made stupid faces at me.  WTH?  I was trying to get you to pull out onto the road because you were blocking my sight of view.  Imagine my joy when instead, you start making stupid faces.  Holy cow that was awesome!  Some might even say an amusing improvement.

Was this some twisted elementary school game of “You go first!  No YOU go first!”  I didn’t care who went first, but it would have made the most sense if you had waited until I pulled out of the driveway and left.  This way you could have avoided driving through the yard and spinning in the grass.  Did you get yelled at or didn’t John even notice the bare patches of dirt?

John was pretty pumped up for his game, wearing his green uniform; he looked like an elf.  It’s the ears.  Did you ever notice how his ears are pointy?  Tesla’s are like that too, well, one of them anyway.

So you were in such a rush to get out of there (I got a warning phone call from John so you must of been pitching a fit when I was 3 minutes late) but then you stop at the top of the yard and insist I pull out.  I swear you stopped because you knew you were tearing up my yard trying to drive a mini-van full of kids to the road.  What was the big hurry, other than leaving with my child as quickly as possible but making sure I knew YOU were in charge of Tesla and not me?  Later, when John told me you went to the park, I was annoyed.  Why don’t you go to John’s games?  Take the whole crew to the games…there is a park there!  It’s so crystal clear that you two are determined to limit my time with Tesla.  I can not wait for her school to let out.  And the stupid faces as I pulled out… just made me realize just how immature you are.  All this bullshit over Tesla’s clothes, sneakers, etc. is just your immaturity showing in a situation you shouldn’t even be in.

Keep up the faces….I enjoy them even more than your angry, indignant look.

Oh….if your mommy never told you…One of these times your face will stay like that.

~P.

Just ride your motorcycle then!

I know it’s the same shit, just a different day.  This could be looked at as endless writing material but let’s face it, Tesla will always be in my life, and assuming she chooses to remain in her fathers, he will be a part of our lives.  Oh the joys of our lives…

Monday 5/28 after he picked up Tesla, I text John “Tesla has a little blister on her finger from being on the tire swing over at my friends house and also a little rash from jumping on the rope.  I think both should be fine.  Her allergy appointment has been canceled.  Is Ladonna still working?  If I send you email I want to make sure you get it.”

No response.  (See why I have little faith in him reading an email?)

Tuesday 5/29 at 8:30 PM I texted “Tess calling?”

No response

5/30 1 PM I texted can I get TT.  He texts he will let me know.  He never does.

      Duplicate   6:15 PM &  7:15 PM “Tomorrow after school?”

          8 PM  “Hey…can I get tt tomorrow?  She calling me?”

           She will be calling.       And tomorrow?    Not sure yet.   Of course you’re not.    

Tesla called and we had 3 minutes and 13 seconds to talk with at least John and Bria right there beside her.  I don’t consider anything until 5 minutes a conversation.

Today 10:30 AM “Can I get Tesla this afternoon please?”

No response so I call him at 11 AM and he answers.

“Can I please get Tesla this afternoon?”

“I don’t think she has anything going on.  Her and the girls were talking about playing after school.”

(I’m sure they talk about playing after school every day.)

“Ok, if she doesn’t have anything going on I’ll take my car to my doctor appointment.”

“I’ll ask her if she wants to go with you or play with the girls as soon as she gets off the bus.”

“Why are you going to ask her that?  I am certain she will want to see me.”

“I’m letting it up to her and I’ll ask her as soon as she gets off the bus.”

Funny, suddenly it’s all up to Tesla.  It didn’t matter where Tesla wanted to go to live did it?  Otherwise, she would be living with me, right?

“Just ride your motorcycle then, smartass!”

No, I’ll take my car.  She will want to see me.  Have a good day.

It wasn’t an “all-screaming at each” other phone call.  No one even “hung-up’ on the other.

I just spoke the truth, which of course poked a sore spot on John with a stick.  If it were not true, why would he be so pissy?  Threatening to not allow me to see her at all, so to speak.  Tesla and I are puppets, hell while I’m at it, Heather and crew are puppets too.  It would make for a heck of a reality show, just not one I want to be starring in.  Sigh…. 

Taking my car,

~P.

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Past Disturbing….

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Two Fake Friends

Isn’t it funny the moment you realize someone you thought was your friend isn’t?

Not funny as in: that was a great joke…..hahaha

But funny as in: that was a kick in my ass I didn’t foresee.

 

Fake Friend #1

Female

Former Co-worker

Fucked around on her fiance (now her hubby)

I should have known when I was being used as an alibi so she could fuck around, that I was not a friend.

 

Fake Friend #2

Male

Former High School friend

Wanted to fuck around on his wife.

I should have known when he tried to stick his tongue in my mouth, that I was not a friend.

 

Fake friends need not apply.

With friends like these two, who needs enemies?

I have enough enemies.

 

I find it ironic that these two people who were once such close friends, now avoid me because of their own secrets.   Never once have I mentioned or even hinted about their secrets in my blog.

Until now.

~P.

 

 

 

 

 

Whos Shoes

When I picked up Tesla Friday at 5 pm, I had to beg John to talk sense into Heather who was refusing to let Tesla wear her sneakers for the weekend.

Why do I have to beg for Tesla to be allowed to wear her sneakers?  Why does Heather have to stand outside my house yelling at me to buy Tesla sneakers if I want her to wear sneakers?

Hey Heather, buy your own fucking house if you want one and get the hell out of mine!

Aren’t Tesla’s shoes, her shoes….or does Heather wear them on the weekends Tesla is with me?

John finally told Heather to let Tesla have her sneakers.  Since when is he the sensible one?

Heather is just John’s bitch…in so many ways.  It’s not like I have to actually write it for people to know this.  By her own actions she shows me, her own children and Tesla what a big, dramatic, bitch she is with all her assholery.

I asked many questions in this blog.  I don’t expect answers.

One, Two….buckle Tesla’s shoe.

~P.

No abuse

The concern I had for the bruising on Tesla’s arms was genuine.  I asked her father what the bruises were from and he never answered.  That made me even more concerned.

I took the advice of a friend and went to Tesla’s school.  The nurse made a few notes and the following day (today) Child Services called and said they were going to talk to Tesla at school.

They called me back today to assure me that they don’t believe Tesla is being abused and Tesla said that her daddy took her to the doctor yesterday afternoon to have her arms checked and they were fine.

WTF!?  I ask and ask about Tesla’s bruises but get no answer.  Suddenly the school agrees there coud be some abuse going on and John rockets Tesla to the doctor’s office (without informing me as the custody order states) to “prove” Tesla is not being abused.

I should have known he would only be out to cover his ass.  I wasn’t looking to prove that “anyone” was abusing Tesla, I just wanted answers. 

The race to have a doctor declare Tesla’s bruised arms as a case of a rough-house girl makes me suspicious.  Her doctor said I am welcome to call and talk to him anytime about Tesla’s appointments, whether John informed me of the appointment or not.

Doc says at this point he doesn’t believe anyone is grabbing up Tesla, and that is a relief.

I just hope they are all correct. 

~P.

I’m not dead and neither are you!

I wake up every morning because I’m not dead.  That’s what everyone does, so I’m not special.  I feel special though.  Everyone should feel special now and then.  It is good for the soul.

Alright, if you are reading this, you are not dead either.  So let’s talk about this thing we all have to deal with: life.  Life has its up and downs depending on how much money you have.  Oops, that’s not right.  Life has its up and downs no matter who you are or think you are.  I’ve had people get in my face (or witnessed people in others faces) screaming, “Do you know who the fuck I am?”  Usually they repeat the same line a few times to make their point.  I’ve found that usually the person doing the yelling knows I know who they are.  Perfect strangers don’t walk up and begin screaming in my face, “Do you know who the fuck I am?”  Therefore the question really is pointless.  Of course I know who you are, but if I ain’t fucking you or feeding you I don’t give a shit.

So this life thing is a relatively short period of time.  Some people accomplish great things during their life while others don’t amount to Jack Squat.  If you don’t know who Jack Squat is, you probably shouldn’t be reading this.  In my short 41 years on this planet, I’ve done quite a bit.  Two marriages, one divorce, three children, two careers and now attending college to make my work something I love to do, write!  Attending college as an adult is incredibly rewarding, even more rewarding than attending as a teenager.  As an adult, I never attend classes with a hangover.

Is 2012 the last year anyone gets to graduate from college?  Think of all the consumer goods that have already been printed with dates past December 21, 2012.  All the coffee cups printed with The Class of 2013 will never be drank from, the celebratory grad t-shirts never worn.  I wouldn’t want to graduate in 2013 anyway, because thirteen is an unlucky number.

I’m ready!  I’m ready! I’m ready for the end of the world.  There really is not anywhere I would rather be than with my creator.  While I cherish and love my family and friends here on earth, I know even after my death, I will have the opportunity to see them again.  Being that we are all saved and not going to hell, that is.  I’m saved and have no fear of dying, unless it is a long, drawn out, painful death.  God bless those martyrs through-out time.  I don’t know if I could have burned on a stake while singing hymns of praise, unless God interprets screaming in agony as praise.  On the other hand, if I had been Cassie Bernall, I would have said, “Yes” also, even with a gun pointed at my head, knowing this individual would most likely take my life.  (Columbine High School)  People die every day by natural causes, accidents, illness etc. but you don’t get many people dying in the name of God.

The Romans persecution of early Christians is how martyrs came about.  Cassie Bernall is a modern-day martyr and if someone would ever hold a gun to my head and ask if I believe in God, I firmly believe I would answer “yes” knowing that mostly likely, I would not wake be waking up the next day.

What would your answer be?

~P.

Grab Marks

Example of bruising from being “grabbed up”

I went online to search for images of bruising from being grabbed up by the arm.  This is a picture from the Maine educational site for detecting and preventing child abuse.

These pictures are my daughters arms.

Right

Left

The last I saw Tesla was Mother’s Day Sunday.  On the 15th (Tuesday) I began asking to see Tesla and take her to the May Fair on Saturday.  I didn’t see Tesla for a week and finally on Sunday John said I could have her in the afternoon.  I did not expect to see her arms all bruised up and when I call or text John, he ignores me.  I believe someone is grabbing up my child and if John isn’t concerned, maybe there is a reason.

Frustrating!

~P.

Simple Sunday

BIG enough for ya?

I like big pumpkins, I can not lie.

Cook them up and make a pie.

Tesla and I made up this little ditty to the tune of Sir Mix-A-Lots song “Big Butts.” She said Heather got mad when she sang it.  I asked her where she heard it and she said Bria played it for her.  I guess Bria wasn’t supposed to have it….

Maybe Tesla can teach Bria our new version and they will be allowed to sing that instead.  It does sound better than her singing about loving big butts.

Tesla said she did get to the May Fair yesterday but not for very long.  That bothered me since she could have been there for hours with me.

Today John asked if I wanted Tesla.  I of course did and we went for Chinese buffet for lunch.  Finally Tesla has begun requesting restaurants other than “Old McDonald’s Farm” for chicken nuggets, french fries and a chocolate milk.  We went home afterwards and Tesla and I did 8 pages in the scrapbook she won at the May Fair.

Time went quickly and I had to take her back…now with a catchy tune to sing over and over and over…

Summer time soon!

P.