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A Kind Word

Today I am thankful that I have something nice to say about a judge.

Two months ago, an Arapahoe County judge allowed my ex to stay with me for another 60 days.

I'd been trying to get away from this guy since 2008.  He was court ordered to move out on October 21, 2013.

He never moved out despite my asking him to leave.

He would make excuses and he'd give a move out date.  Those move out dates would come and go without change.

I could not force him out of the house because I only had my divorce settlement giving me sole possession of the house.  I did not have an order forcing him out.

I either needed him to leave on his own or I needed an order of eviction.

After more than three years of games, he finally moved out on Friday.

I changed the locks.

We had a hearing today.

My ex didn't show up.

I was awarded thousands of dollars that I'll never see.

That money can be used as leverage to keep his stalkerish family away from me.

If they bother me, I can aggressively pursue collection of the judgements.

If they leave me alone, I can be more leisurely about it.

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The judge thought of something that the sheriff told me to do.

I had forgotten it.

The judge amended the agreement to state that Michael could only come into my home with my consent

-or-

with an escort of a sheriff to pick up his things.

The warrant that was issued for his arrest was stayed for 30 or so days.

That means, I don't have to worry about him being arrested and his family coming at me to punish me.

Way to go, Judge!

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I'm still frustrated that judges don't understand domestic violence.  They do see things I don't think about. I'll keep that in mind when I start ranting.

Love ya,

S.




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