One thing to keep in the hip pocket -- since Monsoor has not demonstrated financial stability or reliability in his chosen, er, "profession," a good attorney will be able to have him compelled to be evaluated by an independent vocational counselor -- no sh*t -- whose recommendations will be used by the court to determine whether Le Shmedlap can continue to star-gaze or will actually have to get a straight job.
Don't know SP. He makes decent money, not sure what they'll say. Gotta get a lawyer and for that, I gotta get $$ and once H knows my relative is not representing me, that is going to be a huge win for me because he thought I had that covered and was scared in his pants. This is a big loss for me.
H is aggravated that I don't tell him what my plans are with the kids when he asks. I don't ask him and I don't get involved in his plans. The kids tell me what they want to.
I don't like saying I need to pick them up at a certain time and get grilled as to why...
And, the longer the conversations, the more aggravating.
Don't know SP. He makes decent money, not sure what they'll say. Gotta get a lawyer and for that, I gotta get $$ and once H knows my relative is not representing me, that is going to be a huge win for me because he thought I had that covered and was scared in his pants. This is a big loss for me.
AAK-hang in there. The retainer thing was tough, I remember. My mom actually suggested I go to the credit union for a loan, can you believe it?!? Well, that's just what I did. It's overwhelming, I know. One step at a time. God will provide for your every need. It's true. Peace. p.s. Try not to concern yourself with H's opinion of your L. Your relative is not the only game in town, especially at those rates. Perhaps your R would provide a referral? Who would he/she not like to see across the table?
I don't care about stuff. I care about love, family, creation...
I don't want my energy going into this. Maybe I can find a way to do this in a way that doesn't feel sooo negative. Maybe back to my "speak softly but carry a big stick."
I'm just so pissed off at him, especially when I see my kids sad like they were tonight when I had to leave them.
Here's a little ditty-
too much weight though nothing to see just trying to sort the him out from me
I run in my sleep from the feeling of gone wake up to the stillness and up on my toes so the daggers and prickles wont penetrate my bones
And I hear simple songs and it all seems so wrong I spin faster than the earth and I stay in one spot
little guys with tears and I can't assuage I can't make it better watch the innocence just seeping out through inquisitive and increasingly cynical eyes
I'm the one who nursed them kissed the booboos, appeased them held them so close
And now as they spiral into an abyss I do so parallel and toward my own And watch them as we're falling and reach for them But they are just beyond all i can do is watch and flail about
my babies are falling and i don't know where they'll land... just hope to get there first extend my arms and pray I can break their falls.
And where is the big HE? The man in this bunch? Not so eloquent but true, he is out to lunch.
