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Apr 5, 2012

Seriously…you call me from my old office number?

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 Wow…now here is excitement…Heather called.

She has started a lawsuit against me and began listing the reasons why she was going to sue me for everything that I have and didn’t care if I went broke (went broke? I am broke!)….I became bored hearing her voice and asked if she had this in writing…she replied a letter will be sent to your lawyer.  (now her lawyer is sending me letters to sue me for my half of my undecided divorce?) I hung up before she was done with the list.  I’d rather read it than listen to her voice go on and on and on.

WHY? I am talking to her kids.  Wait until she hears about soccer tonight then….tonight John told me I could let the girls come look at my cycle…this at Bria’s request.  She sat with Tesla and I during the drink breaks.  I didn’t make her move her drink.  She came and sat with us.  I could go on…better than fiction!

Wait ……….Is my half of the future divorce what Heather is seeking in a lawsuit?

This is non-fiction and it’s mine.  I can’t make this up!  I texted John to ask if he even knew she called…

Thank God I am a writer.

Thank God for my readers.

OXOX

~P.

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Apr 2, 2012

Dear John~ so sorry

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Letters he never learn from

Dear John,

I am SO sorry Tesla didn’t do her homework paper while she was with me this weekend.  We did practice her math, spelling, writing, cutting, pasting, and reading.  The homework was very basic.  Just X out the pictures that don’t start with J and color the ones that do.  That should take Tesla about 2 minutes.  Remind her to write her name on it as she forgets that regularly than doesn’t get credit for doing her homework.  See….non-crisis resolved, Drama King.

What I don’t get is why you feel the need to drive into the townhouses parking area through the exit to chew me a new ass over a two-minute homework paper.  Don’t you realize if you want to tear me a new ass over a homework paper that Tesla knows she needed to do, that’s fine.  Call me after you get home or email or text message me.  You can record yourself bitching at me if you would like.  That way I’ll get the full-blown message, including your scowls and arm-crossing, hand-waving and of course, that Mickey Mouse voice that pops up every time you are aggravated or excited.  Hell, record Heather rolling her eyes and shaking her head at what a failure I am at caring for Tesla this weekend.  Maybe then you two will see how stupid you look.

Your actions only make Tesla feel bad.  Why?  Because she will feel guilty for waiting to do her homework until after she went back with you.  I told her it was fine, she just had to make sure she did it and put her name on it.  We had a very busy weekend with friends and family.  I’ll blog about it eventually.  I know you don’t care, but we had the most fantastic weekend.  It went to quickly.

Here are a few things Tesla said this weekend:

“I don’t want to call my dad.”

“Dad says I can’t call you sometimes.”

“I won’t see you on Easter because Daddy said no.” (This she said on her own BEFORE I even asked you if we could split Easter and she stay overnight to Monday.”

“Dad said to Heather, “I work all day, I don’t want to have to come home and cook too.”

So maybe instead of flipping out over something that is just not worthy of the drama, focus on what your child is saying.  I know she will get her homework done.  What I don’t is how much longer she will respect you for all the drama you and Heather make.  Heather with her “don’t talk to my kids, my kids aren’t going to Tesla’s birthday party.”  What kind of attitude is that?

What I write on my blog is my opinion and I don’t voice my opinions to Tesla.  You on the other hand, actively force your opinions on Tesla by acting like an immature child and pitching a bitch fit in front of her.  Though you swear you don’t, I know you read my blog as you enjoy quoting me.  I know what I wrote, you don’t have to quote me.

Next time, just bitch to Heather.  She’s the only person who wants to hear your squeaky voice.

~P.

 

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Mar 29, 2012

Delauter/Crider ~Custody Order

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Here’s all 12 pages.  Free Advice Welcome!  🙂   OXOX ~P.

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Mar 29, 2012

College, kids and soccer

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It’s 8:15 PM and I’ve finally sat down in a comfortable seat for the first time today.  It feels good.

<Big pause in typing while I relax and let my hands rest on the keyboard. >

My day started off with Geography, a class I happen to enjoy.

<Currently failing, but I have faith I can fix that.>

We took a quiz and I think I passed.  I’ll know on Friday.

<Did the extra credit map for an extra 22 possible points.>

Next was Information Literacy (or IFL) which is a relatively informative and interesting computer class.

<The girl next to me is prego.  She has terrible breath.  I feel bad for her, the girl to her right, and me.>

I am doing a little presentation on Identity Theft for extra credit.

<The guy next to me looks at cars and car parts almost the entire class.>

So far only one other person has signed up.  I guess no one needs the extra credit.

<Unless you don’t show up for class, there is no way to fail.  Car Dude with pass with no problems.>

We could even work with a partner, which I think is ridiculous.

<I’d ask Prego, but her breath would probably kill me.>

I had a hot dog at the Chemistry Club’s Weenie Wednesday stand.  $1 hotdogs and they’re all beef.

<They never have any burned dogs!  I like my dogs burnt and very crispy.>

In the Professional Writing Studio, I worked on my Spanish presentation.

<Me llamo Rosetta Ramirez…>

I printed some research questionnaires about balloons.

<I think balloons are sexy.  Who doesn’t love balloons?>

I chatted with some friends who were also hanging out in the studio.

<We must band together to fight the Writing Lab Trolls!>

Ying and I took several walks around campus because we both need the exercise.

<Well, I need the exercise.  Ying is a skinny rat dog.>

Five and one half hours later I went to my daughter’s soccer practice.

<It was hard as hell to find her team.  The coach didn’t give out the t-shirts at the beginning of practice.>

I watched her practice and signed up to provide a snack at a future game.

<Heather, the coaches’ girlfriend came over and gave me a schedule and hit me up for the snack list.>

Tesla did really well with the ball and following the directions of the coach.

<The pink cleats she got from a friend were adorable.  Her daddy didn’t have to buy new ones after all.>

The coach did a great job considering he’s never coached soccer before.

<He’s a better softball player, everyone would agree, including him.>

I was proud of the coach.  I could tell he was giving it his all.

<There was a knee brace on his left leg.  A softball injury?>

He really enjoyed having all these children run around him, carrying out his directions.

<Let me tell you, this coach is very good at giving directions.>

The coaches’ girlfriend left, no one noticed but me, and maybe the coach.

<Heather isn’t the Head Soccer Mom for the purple team.>

After practice I hung around until there was no one left but Heather’s daughter, Tesla and John.

<Bria is adorable.  She always says hello to me.>

The four of us walked towards the parking lot.

<Tesla said to Bria, “you can’t drink my mom’s iced tea because you don’t have the same germs.”

It was a very long walk and Tesla held my hand.

<Tesla said to me, “you and Daddy have the same germs.>

My other hand was full or I believe Bria would have wanted to hold it.

<I giggled and said, “Mommy’s germs mixed with Daddy’s germs and that made you!”>

Tesla and Bria laughed like crazy at that statement.

<Tesla said to John, “isn’t Mommy funny Daddy?”  “Yeah, she’s funny.” John replied.>

John and I held conversation on the way to the truck.  We can be civil.

<Well, I think we can.  There are days I have my doubts.  Deep down, he misses me.  LOL>

I said goodbye to Tesla (and Bria) and asked John if he would send a note in to school Friday.

<I held my breath, waiting to hear his answer.>

He hesitated briefly and I said, “John, please send a note so I can get her Friday after class.”

<Don’t you dare say no in front of Tesla and Bria….>

He replied, “yes, I’ll send in the note.”

<Do I miss John?  There are times I do.  Especially when it comes to watching him play sports.>

“Thank you,” I replied.  “What happened to your truck?” I asked, noticing the damage to the rear.

<Didn’t surprise me to see the damage.  He can be very careless when driving.>

“I hit Ladonna’s car.”

<Is working as a secretary for John really worth the stress and drama?>

I went my way and my child, husband and husband’s girlfriend’s daughter went the other.

<I feel ripped off on so many levels by this marriage.  Thank God for blogging.>

~P.

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Mar 26, 2012

Dear John~ Live within your means

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Dear John,

The title of this blog may need explanation.  You see, when the mortgages are up to $6,000 behind, it boggles my mind that you continue to spend money like it grew on trees.

Reality is you and Tess can’t afford to live in our house with Heather and her children.  If you could afford it I wouldn’t get notices informing me how far behind the mortgages are.  You may want to forget about me, but all those debt collectors surely don’t.

Now with all this money being owed to so many companies, banks, people, etc. I would have thought you would cut back on all the extra-curricular activities and explain to Heather (and kidlings) that there is no money for it.  You might have to find inexpensive ways to entertain your clan.  Gymnastics, dance, soccer, horse-back riding lessons, swimming lessons….all you or Heather’s ideas, are costly.  Are you afraid they won’t love you if you don’t buy or pay for material goods and fun lessons?

I haven’t had money to throw around in years and to be honest with you, neither have you!  You are the only person who doesn’t seem to understand that.  Even LaDonna advised you to stop spending money…not that you would listen LaDonna or anyone else for that matter.  You don’t even listen to your daughter when she asks you repeatedly if she can see her Mommy.

Last night and this morning I tried to talk to you about me just seeing Tesla for a couple hours tonight.  You said she was too busy doing homework and then you are all going for new soccer cleats.  Practices start on Wednesday. will the kids on the team call you Coach John?

I don’t consider watching Tesla practice anything as quality time for her and I.  I would say as her coach, John, this is quality time for you two.  What I don’t get (other than you are selfish) is why I can’t get Tesla on Tuesdays and Thursdays when you play softball.  She should be able to chose if she wants to spend time with her Mom while her Dad plays softball (and I know some games a~re late.  Remember I always went to your ball games?)

Get over yourself, you pee pee head,

~P.

Update:  John made a payment on the secound mortgage earlier in December.  John and Heather went on vacation right before Christmas.    That was the last payment until March and it’s still way behind.  Sigh.

 

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Mar 20, 2012

Dear John~the call is free

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Dear John,

   Why is it so difficult to just let Tesla call me once a day?  I don’t care if it’s before bed, after breakfast, after school, before her shower, after she eats dinner….WHENEVER!  When I get Tesla for those 4 days a month that the court orders you to allow me time with her, I STILL ask her to call you.  I can’t help it if she consistantly puts off the call.  Sometimes she puts it off long enough that I forget.  I don’t want to make Tesla feel like I am forcing her to do anything.  She tells me she wants to talk to me so based on that and the fact that she also says you tell her no she can’t call or you limit how much I can speak to her is BULLSHIT. 

Our child is smart.  Smart enough to know where she is catching all the poison ivy and smart enough to figure out who has a poisonous attitude. 

I demand to speak to Tesla tomorrow after school.  I’m sure Heather or LaDonna will pass this message on to you.  If not I can always email LaDonna or text Heather so someone in that freaking household gets the message to you to give Tesla a damn phone.

Finally, I am having a birthday party for Tesla.  I realize you and Heather are throwing a big whooptie-doo at our house with horse-rides and the whole works.  Will Heather try to have the catering done with her food stamps this year?

 Sad, since all those parties were my ideas for MY child but now that you have all these other children, Tesla is just thrown in as part of the side show.  Remember all the plans I had to do things for Tesla’s birthdays, vacations we would take her too, where she would go to school.  I doubt you do…you rarely let me get a word in edge-wise and usually my ideas were worthless to you. 

Now your ideas on the other hand were priceless!  Build a huge addition onto the house, cash checks from customers, buy expensive vacation timeshares, pay employees under the table, buy big boy toys, get a new pool….the list goes on and on.  That bright idea of filing for divorce to “scare” me into running the business your way and having lots of cash to spend on stuff you wanted….hows that working out for you?

You have been nothing but a thorn in my side for too many years now.  I can’t wait until all this drama wraps up and reality sets in for you and whoever you’re sleeping with in our bed that day.

And PLEASE I don’t need to even SEE you during exchange days.  The fact that you MUST walk up to my car and say something that you could have texted or emailed me proves to me that you just can’t stay away.  Deep down you must kick yourself in the ass for not having the patience to let your wife heal physically and mentally after losing our second child.  You can’t help your so self-centered.  That’s why I’m thrilled that you filed for divorce.  I’ll be in it til the end and….

The end is near,

~P.

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Mar 16, 2012

wanting the rules changed

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Even though I’m volunteering at Tesla’s school tomorrow, I’m not “allowed” to take her home right after school at 3:15PM.  John said he is “not making a habit of letting me have Tesla on Fridays.”  What the hell…he’s not making a habit of letting me see her at all!

Well, at first I was told I had to bring her right back to the house to change clothes and for me to sign a paper stating that she was permitted to leave early with me.   When I told him over the phone all that was unnecessary and that Tesla will remember all this bullshit he puts us through….

He  responded via text: Only thing she’s gonna remember is you constantly wanting the rules changed to suit you so if that’s all you gonna do then you can wait til 5 o’clock to get her at the house.

This man seriously does not see how his actions are affecting Tesla.

So far, he has ignored my responses to his text.

1. “Just let her leave with me.  There is no need for paper signing or clothes changing.  That is your hang up.  I can stop before I go in and sign your release.  Don’t let her wear clothes that you are so worried about.  Then there is no reason for me to drive her back to there and sign in front of her.

2. Do not punish Tesla by making her wait to leave at 5 PM.  There is no reason.

3. Are you sending in the note?  Yes or no?

Most likely, I won’t hear anything from him and he will make Tesla and I abide by HIS wishes.  Self-centered as always.

~P.

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Mar 15, 2012

Dear Doug~ Let’s move it already

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Note the date on this letter from my lawyer to John’s.  We never received a response.  This is why it is dragging on forever.

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Mar 14, 2012

Dear John~Bitterman

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Dear John,

You are the former love of my life.

Let’s just be honest here.  Now you are a bitter man.

It’s the only explanation I can come up with that makes sense.

Why else, when I request to see our child would you refuse?

Yesterday you said Tesla had nothing going on after school today that I could “go to watch”.  I asked then to have Tesla after school and immediately you said “We’re to busy, the other kids have lacrosse and ….”  When you were done with your lame ass answer to why Tesla couldn’t go with me I said, “I don’t care what Heather’s kids are doing, I want to see my kid.”

So this afternoon I texted you about getting Tesla and you texted back, “We have plans tonight.”

Me- You said tt didn’t have anything going on…the other kids did.”

J-“I forgot we have company coming over for dinner tonight.”

Me-Yeah…it was SO important u forgot about it.  Like Tesla would care either if she were given the opportunity to say what she wants to do tonight…anyone can see u r keeping tt from me.”

J-“and can’t you see that I make exceptions to the order all the time.”

Me-Not really.  She could spend more time with me.  It would not hurt anyone.  Not that u would agree.

J-“apparently you never read the order in which states every other weekend.”

Me- Yes..but that can be changed so she can see me more.  U can explain y she isn’t allowed to see me more.  I know why…cause u feel u must control people.  Ur selfish and bitter.

I didn’t get any response after that.  He feels the court order entitles him to limit our time together.

So John…let’s see how much time you have allowed Tesla to see me (as long as I signed a paper stating I understand this is not something that you will allow to happen regularly because you wouldn’t want a pattern forming of your child spending time with her mother.)

Adding up all the hours you have allowed me to spend with Tesla, without you present since this custody order was put in place in November comes to a grand total of: 15 hours  It’s all documented to keep me in my place.

You “allowed” Tesla and I 15 hours together, always under the condition that I return her to our house by the stated time or you will notify the police.  Really, it does feel like I pick her up from prison and return her to her warden.  John, your law enforcement career ended years ago.  You aren’t a prison guard anymore….stop treating the people in your life like they are your ward.

Still doing time,

~P.

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Mar 13, 2012

Fists of Tissues

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tissubox

Back in 2008, one afternoon, I was at the kitchen island in my house, talking to Linda. I don’t recall exactly what we were talking about but John’s name came up. Linda was my listening ear, my shoulder to cry on. In the middle of sharing one of John’s shining moments, John pops open the door into the kitchen. He had been standing behind the cracked door listening to Linda and I. I was fucking furious because my chief complaint to Linda was “John is so far up my ass, I am going to have to have him surgically removed if I stop quickly.” I couldn’t even have a few minutes alone without him managing to eavesdrop on me.
Furious at him for sneaking around once again, I grabbed the box of tissues off the island and threw it at him yelling, “Stop listening to my conversations with people! I know you spy on me for no reason!”

The tissues bounced off his belly and fell to the floor, just like my words fell on deaf ears.

What did I learn this day?
1. My husband WAS regularly spying on me for no reason.
2. Hitting him with a tissue box did not automatically cause him to call the police.

He must not have added it to his speed dial yet.

~P.

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