My name is not Stacie *.
My name IS Stacie ********. I am so sick of him sending mail via the USPS addressed to Stacie *. I changed my name because he asked me to. I would LOVE to change it back however, having already spent about 55,000 on this whole freaking endeavor does make it where I really can't spend 600 more right now to change it back to Stacie @@@@@.
I swear I freaking just want to smack him sometimes. Maybe the next time he sends something addressed to "Stacie *" I should write "Return to Sender. No one by that name at this address" on it. I also had a friend suggest that I ask him if he forgot how to spell the last name he gave :)
Yes I realize that this is petty and juvenile. However it just really irritates me.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
An email from Priss
So Saturday I was trying to sleep in. I never get to do this and it never fails, Priss always wants breakfast at like 7am on the days I can sleep in. She woke up at 8 and I managed to put her off until almost 10am. Sneaky kid that she is, she knows how to get me up. When she has had enough she will simply announce "I'll go get myself a pop tart" knowing full well the thought of the crumbs will drive me from even the deepest of sleeps.
This Saturday was no different. As I went to finally get out of bed and get breakfast she announced that I should check my email first. I did so and this is what I found...
This Saturday was no different. As I went to finally get out of bed and get breakfast she announced that I should check my email first. I did so and this is what I found...
From: Abbie [mailto:]
Sent: Saturday, September 27, 2008 9:15 AM
To: Mommie
Subject: food
can I have breakfast now?!
Friday, September 5, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Never say never.....
Today was the day Miss Priss was due home. She has been visiting with the ex for almost 3 weeks.
We were suppose to meet at 7am at my townhouse. At 640 i heard a car (at my mom's). 645 a head pokes itself into my mom's room - it was Priss. When I asked where her dad was she said "he dropped me off." The house as dark. Yes, my car was out front but still?!?!?!
He brought her to the garage, saw the door was unlocked and sent her in. I went to the driveway and he had already cranked the car and was looking for something behind the seat. He opened the door when he saw me. All I could say was "Here I thought you'd never surprise me again. But man, what stellar parenting skills you are exhibiting this morning." Then I turned around and went inside. I think I heard him sputter and say something about "waiting there for me." I just didn't even continue the conversation.
Who in their right mind sends a 7 year old into a dark house, not talking to the adult that they are suppose to meet with and then gets into the car to leave not knowing if there is actually someone in said house?????
We were suppose to meet at 7am at my townhouse. At 640 i heard a car (at my mom's). 645 a head pokes itself into my mom's room - it was Priss. When I asked where her dad was she said "he dropped me off." The house as dark. Yes, my car was out front but still?!?!?!
He brought her to the garage, saw the door was unlocked and sent her in. I went to the driveway and he had already cranked the car and was looking for something behind the seat. He opened the door when he saw me. All I could say was "Here I thought you'd never surprise me again. But man, what stellar parenting skills you are exhibiting this morning." Then I turned around and went inside. I think I heard him sputter and say something about "waiting there for me." I just didn't even continue the conversation.
Who in their right mind sends a 7 year old into a dark house, not talking to the adult that they are suppose to meet with and then gets into the car to leave not knowing if there is actually someone in said house?????
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Divorce - Not for the Faint of Heart
Having just wrapped up what feels like the longest event in my life I am feeling a bit reflective, as well as mentally and physically exhausted. Its certainly not something I would recommend anyone proceed into without a lot of thought and some research. The events that have occurred in my life over the last 2 years have been quite exhausting to say the least. But then, like every thing else, I guess I don't do divorce calmly and quietly either.
From beginning to present this ordeal has proven to be an exercise in patience and restraint. I ended up retaining 2 attorneys to handle the case - one in VA and one in SC. My VA attorney is a partner in a fairly large firm. Therefore, he had associates at his disposal to handle some of the tasks of the case. That was much kinder to my wallet than him handling it all. I would be remiss if I did not add that the bulk of the patience and restraint were on the part of my VA attorney. He (and the associate that did the most work on my case) talked me down daily and kept me from doing several really stupid things. Guess they are worth their huge hourly fees. I was also pleased with the work my SC attorney did, which is a good thing because I am sure the ex and I will end up back in court due to his inability to read and comprehend the Court Custody Order .
Once all is said and done, I will have spent much more on this legal exercise than I did on my entire college education. Its actually fairly depressing to add up the bills and I have had to borrow to pay them. I'm fairly certain the ex's legal bills are nowhere near the amount that mine are. Thankfully my attorneys have proven to be worth every dime I have paid them.
The ex actually just sent the final of the lump sum payments to me last week. Amazingly enough, it arrived on time. So, aside from the support payments he deposits into the bank account and seeing him once a month for a visitation exchange of our child I am done with him. Well, until I've had enough of him breaking the Visitation order and take him back to court that is.
From beginning to present this ordeal has proven to be an exercise in patience and restraint. I ended up retaining 2 attorneys to handle the case - one in VA and one in SC. My VA attorney is a partner in a fairly large firm. Therefore, he had associates at his disposal to handle some of the tasks of the case. That was much kinder to my wallet than him handling it all. I would be remiss if I did not add that the bulk of the patience and restraint were on the part of my VA attorney. He (and the associate that did the most work on my case) talked me down daily and kept me from doing several really stupid things. Guess they are worth their huge hourly fees. I was also pleased with the work my SC attorney did, which is a good thing because I am sure the ex and I will end up back in court due to his inability to read and comprehend the Court Custody Order .
Once all is said and done, I will have spent much more on this legal exercise than I did on my entire college education. Its actually fairly depressing to add up the bills and I have had to borrow to pay them. I'm fairly certain the ex's legal bills are nowhere near the amount that mine are. Thankfully my attorneys have proven to be worth every dime I have paid them.
The ex actually just sent the final of the lump sum payments to me last week. Amazingly enough, it arrived on time. So, aside from the support payments he deposits into the bank account and seeing him once a month for a visitation exchange of our child I am done with him. Well, until I've had enough of him breaking the Visitation order and take him back to court that is.
A really bad sitcom
That is how a co-worker recently described my life. I can't say as if I disagree with him.
What invited such a strange observation you may ask? I went into work on a Monday a few months ago happily explaining that I finally got my vehicle titled in the state where I now live. Therefore, I now have tags from said state. I've only lived here for 2 years. Less than 4 hours after accomplishing this task I was rear-ended on Meeting Street.
You can laugh. Really its ok.
What invited such a strange observation you may ask? I went into work on a Monday a few months ago happily explaining that I finally got my vehicle titled in the state where I now live. Therefore, I now have tags from said state. I've only lived here for 2 years. Less than 4 hours after accomplishing this task I was rear-ended on Meeting Street.
You can laugh. Really its ok.
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