When the world is running down...

Okay, so many things were whirring around in my head this morning. We are meeting with our lawyer tomorrow to discuss the next steps in this bizarre child-support thing, a response to the papers filed with the court system filled with half-truths and flat-out lies.

I have always found that putting something down on paper allows me some distance and freedom from situations that are tormenting me - probably why I've returned to this blog; a virtual outlet trading writer's cramp for carpal tunnel. So I put into a document all the responses Mr. Hammy and I have been tossing back and forth over the weekend. And it seems to have worked - I feel better and there's nothing in the back of my head insistently tapping, "Hammy, don't forget to tell him this."

I am hoping that speaking to our lawyer tomorrow will give me some peace; I'm a girl who needs a plan. As long as I know where we're headed, I'm okay but uncertainty can throw me for a big loop.

And I'm going to have to get better at moderating my responses to this type of stuff. I can't let these intrusions throw me, make me sad, bring up things that I've already worked through and accepted. A good friend of mine, who is a lawyer, gently reminded me that issues of family law can take years to resolve. And if that's the case, so be it. Hey, if it goes on long enough at least we'll be able to give the money directly to the boy instead of his shit-crazy mother.

Ah me, a silver lining....

Sooo tired of this shit

So my husband's crazy-ex filed court papers for child support (after 14 years I might add), but has refused to participate in a paternity test. Her written document read like "sainted mother done wrong by callous male" instead of the more appropriate "fucking whackjob wants to get paid for the screwing, physical and mental".

We visit our lawyer this week to say "WTF?"

I'm so tired of having to deal with this crap.

It's been awhile...

And I have to tell you that the end of 2006, beginning of 2007 was the worst period of my life. And I 've been struggling on how to "get up to date" here - do I rehash the whole thing?

The shitpile of counselling and coaching I've been through in the aforementioned time period says "nope - just move on". So that's what I'm going to do.

My son, the handsome Hamlet is 18 months old. Happy, healthy, freakin' cute.
My husband and I are looking to build our dream home in May of 2008 - we'll be able to hear the ocean as we go to sleep and walk down to the beach from our back door.
I start a new job with a highly-rated company on July 3rd.

If crap comes up that seems out of context, just tell yourself "oh, that must be part of the Dark Days O'Hammy".

Cheers.