The Next “victim”

As usual, I parked my car at the top of my driveway waiting for Jhole to let Tess out of the house. (That’s ordered by the crooked court of Harry Ness)  Sitting at the top of the drive I saw Tess come flying out the door followed by her father.  I was busy pulling her carseat out of the trunk and when I looked up I saw Jhole had a woman following him up the drive.  I was fine with having to park at the top of our driveway, figuring I wouldn’t have to see him. 

 Not so lucky, as Jhole always seems to find a reason to come to my car.  I was pretty sure his last girlfriend that I was aware of, Shirley somebody, was out of the picture.  I knew the one before Shirley, Kelli was lone gone back in Oct 2010.  She accidentally caught him cheating on an audio tape.  She called me and left a craaaaazy voice mail about me having my husband back and the house, etc cause she caught him fucking on tape.  I don’t know who was watching our daughter while he had that afternoon delight.  

 I lost track of who all has been my replacement wife.  Hell, I started out as a replacement wife.  Never thought I would be the second wife to be disposed of.  There was a Tammy (she had me charged with harrassment…bitch!), a Pam, hell he even went after our secretary..she wisely said NO WAY!  Then Kelli who was in blind love with Jhole just as I was.  She changed everything in her life except her job (smart….I gave up my career) and put thousands of her money into Jhole and I’s home and business.  Kelli was just another sucker in love.  Shirley….don’t know what happened there and that lets Heather.  After Jhole introduced her as his girlfriend I said, “oh you’re the new girlfriend.”  Jhole didn’t like that but I didn’t care.  I was more interested in getting Tess in the car and getting the hell away from John.  His patheticness makes me want to puke everytime I am near him. 

Tess was obviously uncomfortable with the introduction of the most recent chick in his life to her mommy.  She didn’t even want to say goodbye to her dad and he had to MAKE her say goodbye to Heather.  She called Tess “sweetie and said she would see her friday.”  I held back the wretching noises…Heather has much to learn about her new boyfriend.  He will throw anyone under a bus to get what he wants.  I would know.

I changed everything for him….at his insistance.  Unfortunately, I’m stuck dealing with his bullshit for the next 14 years.  I dread the fight of custody when Tess starts school this fall.  Looks like he will force me to court to get his way.  I don’t see him winning but then again, I didn’t see still being married 2 and half years after he filed!

Obsessed with everything

How not to label your kids clothes

who does this?!?!

I couldn’t help but notice the huge DAD written in permanent marker on my daughter’s pants tag.  I looked twice as I turned them inside right, preparing them for the laundry.  Yes, it did say DAD on Tesla’s pants.  So I grab her shirt and checked out the tagless Walmart blouse.  It’s really cute shirt with a little carousel horse on it.  Tesla just LOVES horses and this was the first I ever saw this outfit, clearly new.  Yes, it did say DAD on the inside of her tagless shirt.  WHO labels their child’s clothing with DAD?  Even if he did buy it for her (or perhaps a new girlfriend did) it’s still TESLA’s clothes.  At what age does a child of a man who is obsessed with what he has and what he can buy stop seeing DAD inside her clothes, new or old.  Eventually, new clothes are old.  This whole situation is just getting old, but never dull.  Seriously, I can’t make this shit up.

You’re Fuckin Up Our Lives, Dude

She won’t eat.

She won’t eat at the table.

Is it just you and her at the table?

Why does that matter?

It Matters!

No it’s not just her and I eating at the table.

Well maybe that’s why.

What difference would that make?

Because she doesn’t want to eat dinner at the table with a different family all the time!

Because she doesn’t want to call you anymore.

Because she doesn’t talk about you or whoever you’re with anymore.

Nothing.

Except

She doesn’t want to call you.

She doesn’t want to see you.

She doesn’t want to live with you.

She doesn’t want you telling her what she must do.

How I see it

Not to be harsh

She’s folded her hand with you.

She’s done.

Put her first.

Stop with the money.

Stop with the custody.

Stop with the house.

Stop with the business.

Stop with women!

She’s tired of your bullshit too.

You’re fucking up our lives, Dude!

Move ON!!!!!

CLICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Footnotes:Don’t you miss the days when slamming down a phone with an actual cord gave you a sense of satisfaction?

Rush PA the paperwork….sit and wait, then SURPRISE!!

Hello Pennsylvania….a commonwealth…good ole PA. Really, all the paperwork I fill out for you? The forms, receipts, copies..in triplicate!
You have my social security number, issued my driver’s license, approved my name changed prior to a final divorce decree. I report my earnings, my child support, alimony, where I live, how much we eat.
Sweet Commonwealth, I have such trust in you. I rush the forms and receipts you need to process my tuition funds. Not once, but twice. The second copy of the receipt for college books needed in the next term marked “Please Rush” in desperation of check delivery.

Mail, on the kitchen table….from PA!! For me, my fundage for school books problemo. Tearing open the envelope, impressed at the speed of my new caseworker response. This dude is like my 5 caseworker. Why shuffle us around like cards? I hate retelling a new social worker all the BS on how I got in this perdicament…. Thinking as I tear, “how long will this take? how will I handle any differences in the funds?”
I stop breathing. Ok, actually was holding my breath. I see at the top of the paper one simple black checkmark. In a little box, as usual for the government’s forms. Denied. What?! DENIED?! I have professors lending me books until my funds come in! What state employee dropped the ball this time?

PA, at times a generous commonwealth, assists me in going to college. Wonderful…almost a full scholarship for my associates degree. I am blessed.
Unfortunatly I am cursed by the PA Assistance Program. Each department in PA appears to run independantly. Very little communication between state worker’s in Labor & Industry, Welfare, Domestics, etc. One department approves a scholarship, another childcare assistance. Food stamps here but child support and alimony over there. Special allowance for mileage in my Commonwealth purchased vehicle so I can drive my daughter to daycare, pick her up when it’s my custody time, buy groceries to feed my family on their tab. Special allowance for a MathLab CD….but when the serious tab (about $400 for this term) is documented and delivered twice…DENIED. Sigh…appeal.

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