He's the confused one...

[BRNR]

Portia, AJ, Job... as always, thank you for stopping by and updating. It is always nice to hear how people are doing.

I had court yesterday regarding visitation and support issues. It was hilarious... H represented himself, yelled the whole time, called my attorney a liar and said he shouldn't be able to practice law, said that I was a bad mom and never cared for the kids since they were born, questioned the judge on how was I able to afford an attorney when he can barely make ends meet (yeah right), and lied, lied, lied. H has lost at least 50 lbs if not more since he left me, looks almost sickly and dirty, and was dressed in a crazy outfit to court...a man who wears a shirt and tie daily for work was dressed in a sweater, khakis, and these god awful tan shoes.

I just had to update that while I haven't seen or talked to H in months, clearly he is still riding the train to fairy land and seems to still be in his replay stages.

I feel sorry for him...if he does ever get off the ride, he has a lot to overcome.

But all is good with me, i felt that our hearing was fair. The only outcome that I didn't agree with, but accepted rather quickly (I knew it was coming) was the kids being forced to start visitations with their Dad again. They don't want to, but I am trying to be encouraging and have them think positively. It was a hard convo with both boys who are almost 11 and 15 now, but the night was pretty quiet after they accepted it.

Having a good day this morning, both boys dragged a little and had some smart remarks about "not having a good day" when I sent them off to school, but I am sure they will be fine.

So, 18 months post bomb drop, and I can't complain. I thought that I would never be able to "live" when this all started. I have moments where I think of the old H and miss him, but that man is no where to be found now, and I have accepted that he will never come back.

Gotta get back to work. Have a great day everyone.