court again this month

Well, I’m charged with contempt again.  John is dragging me into court with a laundry list of complaints against me.  Yesterday when I asked him about it he said “I didn’t even know about it.  My lawyer must have filed it.”  Yeah, ok John.

So what are the charges?

1.  I didn’t tell him where I was moving to or my new phone number.

Actually, I did tell him I was moving.  In fact my dad told him I was going to be moving because my parents were selling the house.  John knew I was looking at apartments well before I found my current home.  Also, my phone number never changed.

Prior to moving in, on Wednesday, May 25th John asked to pick up Tesla early.  I told him I was at the house Tess and I would be moving to and he was welcome to pick her up and see where we would be living.  He came and picked her up so obviously he knew where I was going to be living with Tesla.

2.Mother has established a blog on which she violates the stipulated order “take all measures deemed advisable to foster a feeling of affection between the child and other party.  In direct violation of this provision, she continues to post insults, negative comments and inappropriate statements about Father for the public to view and comment on, including people that have direct interaction with the child.”

Tesla isn’t reading my blog.  No one is reading it to her.  The dramatic change in Tesla’s demeanor, personality and attitude towards her father is because Tesla is catching on to the type of person her father is.  What I’m blogging about is the truth and he can blog about his point if he would like!

3. Mother may be residing with a third party that Mother only recently met on Craigs list.

He has met my room mate.  I told John he can see where we live (just John and not the whole circus.)  Funny how where I move is under a microscope, yet he can move anyone into our home and I am not to question it.

4. Father believes it is in the child’s best interest to be enrolled in the school district where he resides, as he has more flexibility with his job to be available and flexible in transporting the child to and from school and other activities.

This is a man who lives on his cell phone and at a moments notice will have to run out the door for some issue concerning the business.  He has no problem using Tesla’s daycare when he doesn’t have anyone to watch Tesla.  I go to school in the late morning and I’m done in the early afternoon.  I am ALWAYS available to my daughter.

5. Mother has failed to communicate with Father regarding important information concerning the child and has potentially placed the child in danger by moving into a residence with someone she recently met on Craigslist.

My room mate is an upstanding member of the community.  He has friends high on the food chain in Pennsylvania.  He is a widower and retired from serving our country.  I don’t get in his business and I’m trying to keep him from being forced into my business.  Unfortunately, the future ex is hell bent on making life difficult.

Will this actually go to court….who knows.  Does he actually have anything that can be held against me….hell no.  Am I ready to point out all his character flaws….hell yeah!

~P.

Reflecting on Creative Writing

Reflecting on Creative Writing Course         

Through-out this semester I believe my writing skills have improved.  The credit for this improvement goes to the Creative Writing course.  I have always had interest in creative literary pieces but prior to enrolling in this class, I never read outside of the genres I enjoy.  This semester allowed me to step out of my comfort zone of novel reading and realize the enormous amount of genre themes and forms of writing available.  The general terminology provided in the Creative Writing Textbook and classroom discussion greatly assisted in my understanding of the language of writers and meaning of literary terms.

            The Creative Writing course also calmed my fears concerning my major in Professional Writing.  I wanted to feel comfortable writing my own non-fiction stories but did not know how to go about accomplishing this.  Often I would doubt my ability to make what has happened or is happening in my life interesting to others.  I did not want my short stories to have a whiney sense about them that would cause a negative reaction from a reader.  My goal was to find a way to share clips of my life in a humorous and/or shocking fashion that would hold a reader’s attention as a compelling piece of work. 

            At times the writing workshops were interesting beyond words.  The creativeness of my classmates really pushed me to give serious thought to what I would be presenting during my workshop timeslot.  Assumptions I made at the beginning of the semester were crushed by the abilities of my fellow students.  Never again will I jump to the conclusion that someone who appears uninterested in class discussion won’t have the ability to write captivating stories.  Of all the works presented during workshop, the piece that impressed me the most was that of a student that appeared to be lost in his own thoughts during class.

            Workshop also taught me the fine art of constructive criticism.  This is very important because I now have the ability to look deeper into a written piece of work and not only critique it but realize how differently people can interpret a story or poem.  I have a stronger appreciation for poetry and enjoy reading a poem several times to see if I can interpret it differently.  Classroom discussion of my essay opened my eyes to all the different avenues I could take concerning an aging bridge in York County. 

            I also credit visiting writers for creating excitement outside of the classroom setting.  Marcy Dermansky, Curtis Smith and especially    David Shields passion for writing was contagious.  Meeting these authors and hearing their personal stories as struggling artists was inspirational.  I literally felt like I could burst with happiness when Shields both praised and critiqued my hermit crab essay.  Also this semester, I attended the Professional Writers Forum at Gettysburg College.  The amount of information I acquired will undeniably assist me in the future.

The greatest development for me personally is blogging on the WordPress.com website.  When my professor said “For nineteen bucks you can get your own blog site” my ears perked up.  I have been blogging regularly since early March and now have a following of people reading my work.  Recently my site surpassed five thousand hits and has generated comments on my site and to my email.  My plan for the future is to publish a creative non-fiction book containing slices of my life.  This blog site has become a preview to what my book will contain.  I believe loyal readers of my blog site will have interest in reading my published story. 

With these hopes of publishing a national best-seller, I will continue working on my drafts from class.  Using the knowledge I have gained this semester during class from my professor, visiting writers and classmates I will continue to push myself to “write what I can’t shut up about” to the best of my ability.

“Tell it to your therapist”

That is good advice, right?  Everyone should have a therapist.  Whether it’s your friend, family or a paid counselor.  I had an appointment with my therapist today.  Tesla was at daycare enjoying a few hours with her friends.  I had just finished working on my history homework then drove to the therapist’s office.  Shortly after settling into the comfy chair, my cell phone started screaming (literally, my phone screams/laughs wildly when I get a text) and it was from John. 

“I am picking up tess at daycare”

Now he had just told me he couldn’t pick Tesla up at daycare because he had obligations.  He didn’t say exactly what those obligations were and I didn’t ask.  He would have to pick her at 5 pm at home.  Now, at a little before 3pm, he is picking her up??

I texted him back “I already told her I would get her.  I didn’t take her meds to daycare.  sorry.”

“I will pick up meds tomorrow.  I am pulling in there in 5 minutes to get tess.”

I responded “u r a pain in my ass.  her’s too”

Now, remember, I’m sitting in my therapist office in her big comfy chair, sipping my coke and eating a Big Apple’s Bagel sandwich.  Cathy, my amazing counselor, sat back and listened to me read to her what John’s texts said and what my responses were.”  I mentioned a few thoughts I would like to text to him, but that would have just been ugly.

John’s response to being told by his wife that he is a pain in her ass and his daughter’s ass too….

“tell it to your therapist”

Cathy’s jaw dropped when I read that one out loud.

Sweet guy huh?  Sorry I’m concerned about the way you constantly and continually cause Tesla and I to rearrange our lives.  Where we live, what support we receive, if we receive support, custody issues etc.  Yet, no divorce.  No real appraisal on the house or the business.  Joint debt piling up, our names tangled on legal forms.  Lines of credit, now choking the life our of my good credit.  So many worldly goods.  Overindulgence of adult toys.  (not those kind of toys…come on!)  Four wheelers, hot rods, time shares, swimming pool, etc.  Hell, I was sad when my Mercedes was re-poed.  That was a great car and I sure miss it.  BUT, I have another car that no one would bother to steal, much than yet repo.  I don’t live in a big house, that was made even bigger.  The basement of my parents isn’t killing me, but it doesn’t seem fair.  I don’t look far into the future. Trying to be patient.   Life changes during divorce.  I get that.  Tesla gets that.  The people reading this blog GET THAT.  WHO doesn’t get that? (besides the obvious)

Divorce is change.  Life has been changing constantly since 2008.  I don’t know what my future holds.  I see clearly there is no future in my marriage other than divorce….I just can’t seem to shake the 230 lb bald dude that doesn’t want to be married to me.

So John is pissed that I’ve taken to this cyber therapy.  Just telling my therapist wasn’t enough.  I have the whole world to talk to!! 

John texts, “just keep digging that hole, smartass. I am counting on it.”

Yeah, well MY lawyer says I can blog about whatever I want.  Anyone can comment or give their side of any blog I write.  I’m not scared.   Of course I won’t blog about all my little stories.  I have to save the incredibly painful, ridiculous, abusive and hard to believe stories, for my book. 

~P

It’s just gas…..it to will pass.

My name is Pattie and I am on a journey.  I’d like to think it’s a freewill journey but only time will tell.  Just tonight, I purchased my own web blog.  From what I understand, I’ll have to keep a journal for my writing courses at college.

Back in 7th grade a teacher, Mr. Kinley, at Dover High School, required us to keep a journal.  I have around 15 paper journals from growing up.  Most of my writing was during middle and highschool but for many years, I continued after graduation.

My journal writing stop abruptly in 2004.  That’s when I met my current, but future ex-husband.  Now, I have an outlet better then a paper journal.  The world wide web…..not only can I share my experience doing time as the Wife of a Control Freak, but I can let you know I’m having gas issues.

More posts of all kinds coming in the future!

Pattie