I’m not sure where to begin. Today I’m definitely more bitter than charming. Long story short, my xass has manipulated my 13 year old old enough that he now lives in Florida with the rest of my ex’s corrupted family. The court system gives a thirteen-year-old of rights to choose where they want to live and Palm Beach lifestyle and the families ways of living are far more appealing to a 13 year old.
I keep going through every emotion possible and random things are popping in my head. For example, why in the hell was our court hearing in Berkeley County West Virginia? We have never resided there. The initial hearing was in Jefferson County and the two lawyers and the judge negotiated who would be the child’s Guardian at Litem while we were in the courtroom. They started with bargaining each party to pay $2,000 and then it went down to my lawyer saying $1000 and his lawyer saying $1500 and then the judge said let’s split it in the middle like we were bargaining each party to pay $2,000 and then it went down to my lawyer saying 1000 and his lawyer saying 1500 and then the judge said let’s split it in the middle like we were buying a used car. Friday’s final hearing was at 8:30 in the morning and JH drove me. The guardian at Litem, the two attorneys and the therapist walked in giddy like they were heading into a party. We were put in small rooms while the negotiations went on and I can hear that they were also negotiating other cases that day. It was beyond bizarre. At one point my lawyer asked me if I was okay and I looked at her and said no. She said well the therapist and the guardian are worried about your mental stability because you are shaking and you seem to be tearing up a little. Really? I’m about to lose my child to the devil you don’t think I should be tearing up. At that point I started to get mad and I said, don’t you worry about my stability I can take down a 250 lb man trying to steal my purse. I am plenty stable enough and she said not mentally. She recommended I try not to show any emotions. Okay sounds good you stupid heartless bitch. Todd actually asked for child support and I had to reduce some of my vacation time in order not to pay him. Like, wtf? We did not get out of there until about quarter till 12 and I was told I had to drop my boy off at 2 at his daddy’s house. Mom, JH, my son and I drove and needless to say I was hysterical. My son held me on the way while i sobbed. My tears uncontrollable from the heart break. We pulled up to the house to find a U-Haul and stripper Sonny’s car. I almost lost it. I wanted to kick the living shit out of class. Thank God my son was there or I would have fucking killed him. His dad approached me and handed me a piece of paper with the address of where they will be loving. I already knew where they’d be living. He’s such a stupid piece of shit. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do. A court system allows the child to make a decision on where he wants to live. Omg, he’s growing a penis at this age, not a brain. The night before the trial, Momo(my mom) ,my son and I laid on the bed crying to sleep and he looked up at Momo and said momo you know I’m only 13. I honestly cannot write or say this without falling apart.
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