Where do I begin? Saturday I became very ill. Horribly ill. There is a stomach virus sweeping through my town and it hit me. Unfortunately, because of all the stress, my immune system is shot. I ended up in the E.R. Then they decide not only do I have the virus, but one of my gallstones is blocking my bile duct. Maybe. What tha?? Thus we begin CT scans, ultra sounds and an MRI. Two days later, my bile duct is NOT blocked so no surgery needed at this time. I do need to schedule my gallbladder removed soon though.
Ok, well that’s semi good news. I don’t have to freak out about my kids situation or missing work. I was released about 10:30 last night.
So, I wanted to stay with my sister. I go to the new apartment, that is STILL technically my friend’s apartment, to pick up a few things. The neighbors there have been horrid and accusatory claiming I have no right to be there, I’m trespassing, blah blah blah. Even though my FRIEND told them face to face I was allowed to be there…had her permission. Long story short, the police were called. In the end, the neighbors had to suck it up because I had every right to be there.
This morning…the manager of said apartment complex called and told me my application had been denied. I can’t move in. We all knew the manager and this horrid neighbor are bestie buds. I can’t say I was surprised by this development. When I asked why, the manager said it was because I had too many outstanding bills. Hmm, funny. I was JUST approved at the other apt I shared with Psycho Ex…and they are a large management corporation. This is a privately owned complex.
Ok, insert panic, tearing up and a general feel of the axe coming down. I have to get ALL my stuff out of there tonight. Everything I had just moved in. So I call in the troops (sisters) and plans are being made. I’m barely holding it together at work at this point. I’m still terribly sick and sitting hunched over in my chair.
One shining ray of hope…my first counseling session was to be this morning. I could at least bawl my eyes out there and get some support. Oh…but WAIT! The shelter calls and they have to re-schedule me. *head thunks down on keyboard*
Ok, re-scheduled for next week. Hang up. Tears are now leaking out despite my best effort. Big deep breaths and some serious teeth clenching staves off the screaming hysterics threatening to escape. I am getting numb.
Run to the store to pick up my meds at lunch…only to return to work to find Psycho Ex has emailed me as follows: “I talked to your attorney today. There is nothing that says I can’t see the kids. They are still trying to decide if they are going to prosecute the case. I switched my schedule so that I will have off on my visitation weekends. I will be there with a sheriff to pick them up. i want to talk to the girls . I miss them. I am worried about them. Support is on the way. This would be much easier if you would just let me have them on my week off. Easier on you me and them.”
Interesting, as I am not working through an attorney. I am working through the DISTRICT ATTORNEY’S OFFICE!!!! Also, the Emergency Protective Order covers me AND the children and supercedes any visitation set forth in the divorce decree. So I know he is absolutely talking crap out of his butt again!!!!
***THIS JUST IN: My attorney (divorce) called me back and NO ONE has spoken to Psycho Ex. LIAR***
So basically, I’m not worried at all about what he says, it’s just that I didn’t need ANOTHER FREAKING EMAIL FROM HIM!!! Don’t worry, I’ve got messages in to the Sgt. on my case and the DA’s office. I’m trying to hold on my friends. I truly am. But I feel the cracks spreading in my ability to cope. I know no one can save me here, or do much more than pat me on the shoulder. But I need all I can get right now.
Insanity of My Life 