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Family Law Farce



Today I am thankful that I realize I'm in a hopeless situation:
The realization will keep me from wasting my energy fighting a losing battle.

My ex is still here.  It's the same as it has always been.  He gives me a move out date and it comes and goes without any action. 

He hasn't packed a box.

He told the teenager that he'd be back at home at 5:00 p.m. tomorrow night.

He's not moving out.

He lied to me.

I'm sure it's because the family court judge gave him 60 days in my home.  The judge said he could stay until December 28th.  The judge didn't tell him he had to leave.  The judge said he had to have a plan by December 28th. 

Sigh.....

He's going to milk it for all its worth.

I'm beginning to doubt the judge can do anything.

This is probably why people play games in family court.  Judges are clueless.  The games wear on and on.

I'm trapped in hell with my ex-husband.

I wish I believed in Hoodoo. 

I'll bitch to my friend just in case her little dollies can help out.

I'm also going to share my story with my legislator frenimies.  I know they can do a thing or two about this.  Other people are probably enduring the same crap. 

If I can spare one other person this hell, it'll be worth it.

It's not a free country when you're forced to live with your stalkerish ex three years after the divorce is final. 

I really need to change the locks!  I bought them over six months ago.  I'm tired of the locks breaking. 

I guess I need to cope with the panic attacks a little longer. 

I'm a prisoner. 

Love ya,

S. 

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