Episode IV: A New Hope (?)

[dday101798]

Just a quick update.

Haven't seen the kids since court, "room-mate" and BIL were never around to do as they agreed and be a 'go-between' so that I could talk to/and make arranegments with the boys. That combined with the constant backstabbing and discussions behind my back, things came to a head. I did however get a chance to talk to S12 on his birthday Saturday.

FIL kept calling wanting money. Of which I told him, I have none, I'm leaving the house as outlined in the certified letter sent over 2 months ago, I need to fight for my kids. He says "whatever". Well, low and behold when it comes down to realizing I'm taking action the mood sure changes. Friday night I went to my cousins to finalize a plan for moving, Saturday, took advantage of the loan I got, bought a nice cheap truck. Saturday night, returned to the house and immediately every one starts asking questions. My reply, "my life has been in boxes well over a month, what do you think is going on?".

So, I get the first load on and over to my cousins. Upon returning to the house and opening the door, there's big bad ol FIL huffing away, drunk off my beer and being completely delussional and bulidgerant. I mean I've only been saying for 2 months, I'm out, I'M FIGHTNING FOR MY CHILDREN, what do you not understand? Then he kept insisting for money that was owed for the past 2 months, of which was paid, and he yells "where's your proof", of which I can only reply, yeah, where is my proof? You won't take a check, and you won't give recepts, how convenient, isn't it?

I would have loved if he would have gone through with just one of the lovely things he claimed to want to do. Apparently there was a shread of common sense in there somewhere as he didn't, although there's supposidly a contract on me, hah! Go ahead buddy.

But man, nobody waisted anytime, "room-mate" was all moved into my bedroom by the end of the day and locks changed. So, I'm currently out about 3 grand worth of tools in the garage. Oh, well, at least for now I am free of that place. Still have to figure the utilities out, but hey.

Now, here's the funny part. As I'm getting caught up on work today and am in the middle of a teleconference, I get a call on my cell phone from the PD. I figured it's some new bogus claim having to do with something on the house (of which the police station was the first place I went to after getting all my stuff out). So, instead of backing my self up workwise I figured I'd just return the call on lunch. No dice, my work phone rings, it's the same police officer, wants to know how i'm doing today and how I'm feeling. I say fine, why, what can I do for you? "Well, sir, your estranged wife is here in the station and we have concerns for your well being". I say, i'm sorry I don't follow? He says "well, she came in with what appears to be an apparent suicide letter".

Immediately I realize what he's talking about and start to chuckle, and say, no-no, that's on a notepad probably found in the kitchen right? He says "yes, kind of looks like music lyrics if you ask me" and I said that's exactly what it is, and the last page was my notes I was taking down for when I have my insurances and Will re-written after everything is all said and done with the divorce. Best damn laugh I've had recently. After clearing that up I asked if she was still standing there an if so could he relay the message that I'd like to see my kids, he complied and reviewed the new O.O.P. and says it seems that we (her and I) can speak directly again so long as she does so in a civil manner. I figured it best that I confer with counsel first and he agreed.

The part I can't fathom, even if it were "suicidal" what does she care? She's still the beneficiary to everything?

heheh,

one no. 2 pencil: $0.25
pad of paper: $1.95
complete misunderstanding: PRICELESS