How I Wish For December 1963

So, yesterday left me pretty drained, emotionally. It all started with a phonecall from his lawyer, a phonecall that I SHOULD have seen coming.

A bit o f the backstory: Monday I got served, that night I took myself and the girls to myself to my mom's to stay. This meant that by the time the phonecall came, he hadn't seen them in a couple of days. Why did I take them away? I found out, for sure, that he had bugged the house, which is illegal even if it's his house. I don't want nor do I need to be recorded. I was done.

Anyway, this particular phonecall was to inform me that we were going to meet with a judge in an ex parte custody hearing. That's right, folks. He tried to pull a fast one. He stated in his petition that I had taken the kids and moved into my mom's house, putting them in danger. Also, he said that I was emotionally and mentally unstable, that I was abusing the kids mentally as well as physically, that I need medication for my bipolar disorder, that I have attempted suicide, that I have confided in him that I wanted to hurt myself and others, and the list goes on. Basically, he was trying to say that I'm as dangerous as a cracked out mother. Yeah. Usually, an ex parte is used when the mother is a crackhead or an alcoholic. Not when she's a stressed out mess.

So, at about three, I get on the stand and testify for about 45 before the judge looks at his lawyer (mine went first) and says that she can't see why there is an emergency and calls the lawyers out of the courtroom. They all discuss it for a bit and come back with the situation we're in, which will last exactly 25 more days.

So, now, I guess I am in my very own "Jon and Kate situation" and my KIDS have exclusive rights to the house. Rifuckingdiculous!

Oh What a Night!

Pardon me if I promised something I can't deliver. "Kyle is an idiot" story will be posted tomorrow. Promise. Totally forgot that I have traffic court tomorrow at nine. I r tired because testifying for 45 minutes is tiring. Ugh!

Randomosity Can Kill You

My nose is very itchy and has been pretty much since I got home. Why doesn't he just ask me out?