@Thinker -- you can pay for her. At that point there's no choice if you just start limiting your communications to the platform.
My challenge right now is that LawyerLady won't respond to, or acknowledge receipt of, any of my letters. I've had to send one registered mail on child support, because she's trying to do this trick 50% reduction again.
This, despite the fact that STBX's "business trip" to Other Coast Coastal City turns out, according to the Themselves, to be only a half-week of business and a half-week of (her words, per Themselves) "all about the fun with her friend."
Now I could give a rat's a** about what STBX does, but I did go to some effort to rearrange my schedule to help her "work," and LawyerLady ought to at least have the cojones to acknowledge that much.
I like -- snark -- how STBX also just out of the blue reneged on her plans with Themselves to take them on vacation the last week of August. "We'll" have to find alternate child care for them, says she. "What do you mean, 'we,' white man?" says I.
But I took them that week anyway. I mean, really -- what the fark?
Tucking them in last night, both of them asked me why Mommy likes her friends better than she likes them. I managed to squeeze out some "I can't speak for your mother, but I sure like you" mumbo-jumbo before kissing them goodnight. Then I went out to the driveway, got in the car, and screamed my head off.
