I went to work on Monday June 7 expecting something unpleasant to happen when you returned from your weekend in the desert. You had sent me some of your 'threatening' messages via text. I knew you were writing something. You said you were going to show this 'something' to a judge in an attempt to have me and my dad evicted from our home. I figured you were going to play the cancer card. I didn't see how anything could happen imminently but I am unschooled in the law; that's one reason why I have shelled out lots of money for an attorney.
Work has always been all-consuming for me. The days fly by and, as is the case at the end of the school year, the time with the children is just a portion of the job. This day I had a meeting with a parent and administrator after dismissal. I wanted to retain the parent's child: not something I do often. A century of research that doesn't support retention as an effective practice for intervention doesn't seem to slow our country's taste for continuing it. In fact, it seems to have ramped up with recent trends, strengthening it by tethering it to test scores. I had wanted to retain this child since the first week of school and I had mentioned it at every meeting with his parents. He was classically not ready for kindergarten and hadn't had much behavior change since September.
You walked in during this conference. You put a letter on my desk and asked me to read it as soon as I was finished. What a bastard you are! What a mean-spirited, horrible man you have started to be! One friend says I was the only one who didn't see it, and she hopes that now I do. But whatever your motivation, whatever sense of entitlement drives what you're doing, whatever your goal is right now, do you realize that you have lost the best friend you ever had? Do you realize you have lost the one person who stood by you through all kinds of adversity, criticism and failure? Someday you will come down off of this manicky high------that's right, I don't care what you did to con your doctors, I know your mania and you are very manicky right now------and you will be overwhelmed by the path of destruction you have taken. This letter you left on my desk was addressed to the watch commander at our local police station. You said you had locked me out of our home and that I had tried to kill you three times during our marriage. You gave some lame description of me holding a knife and tensing up when we were arguing in the kitchen. Really??? Could I have both simultaneously been dicing a potato and being harangued by you? Gee.......does one tense up when pressing down on a potato with a knife???
The message was clear, and I could tell it was directed at me: you have guns in the house, you were claiming that I had threatened your life, therefore you were afraid for you life, and you would shoot me and claim self-defense if I tried to get in the house. This in itself was an act of violence on your part. I was locked out; my dad and his caregiver were locked in. You told the caregiver that if they 'cooperated' and didn't let me in, they would have no problem. I could have Carmi bring things to the corner or you would put them in our van that was parked there, and I could pick them up. You told the watch commander I would be staying at Suzin's. How helpful.
I stayed at Suzin's. I spent the night on the phone. The next day my attorney had an associate go to court for him and present my petition but the judge said it needed to be written up on domestic violence forms and would be heard on Wednesday. My petition was rewritten and it was a 'tell-all'. Even so, I thought I was fighting a losing battle. You were going to play the cancer card and I was going to look like a heartless monster. What kind of woman tries to kill a man with pancreatic cancer and then files for divorce? On Wednesday morning I met my attorney at 7 a.m., and he drove me to the courthouse. I was exhausted. I sat in the courtroom shaking, my mouth was dry, and I thought I was going to lose control of my bladder. You walked in at 10:00 and then walked right back out. A minute later someone tapped me on the shoulder and asked me if I was myself. I said, "Yes," and was served with a TRO (temporary restraining order) and a 30-Day Notice to Vacate for my dad and myself. I handed them to my attorney. He then whispered that that service had been illegal. When it was finally our turn, the judge swore us in. I claimed your allegations were completely false. The judge asked me about your guns. I didn't know a thing about how many you had or what kinds they were; I had never paid attention to them. He asked me how the house had been purchased and how title had been held, and when. He asked me if I had any information to add. I informed him that I had been served with a TRO and a notice to vacate while sitting in his courtroom. I was surprised when he decided that you had four hours to move out of the house and two days to either sell your guns to a licensed gun dealer or turn them in to the police department. My attorney reached over, took my hand and said, "You've been vindicated. We got everything we asked for." Honestly, we got everything we asked for plus. My attorney had said we were asking for me to be reinstated to the master bedroom and that what we eventually wanted was for you to be removed from the house. It turns out you had spent all of Tuesday in court getting your motions granted by this judge. When he found out what a LIAR you are, I think he got ticked off and threw the book at you. Couldn't have happened to a more deserving person. I covered up your crap for too long. No more. Now the truth comes out. You can live like a leech and steal from the one person who loves and defends you, then turn around and fabricate unbelievable lies about them. But you can't get away with it. The part where you accused me of attempted murder was hurtful and I tried to find out where the kernel of truth might be, but it just isn't there. My friends bust up into gales of laughter when they talk about it. One friend said, "If my husband said I tried to kill him, people would believe him. If L's husband said she'd tried to kill him, people might believe it. But CINDY, with her singsong voice and endless patience!!! That just cracks me up!!!"
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