Title: I've been a little pre-occupied......
Post by BMoneeTheMoneeMan on Jun 12th, 2009 at 2:36pm
Well, Folks, the Day has come, and it’s over.
Back in December, the Dumpster $lut decided to file for custody and shared parenting time of our daughter. I was quite concerned as it was obvious she was leading a life of crime and drugs, but I didn’t have very much proof.
She talked shit endlessly, every day, about how no Judge in their right mind would keep her from her daughter. She talked shit endlessly about how she doesn’t steal stuff to sell on craigslist, and how she doesn’t do any drugs whatsoever. I almost started to believe her.
Then I pulled her criminal record, which showed current charges for misdemeanor and felony theft. I had heard from completely unrelated sources that she had decided to start using meth, heroin, or both.
Then, on March 21st, she informed me of a large, multi-agency, undercover investigation to bring down her and her new druggie husband. (I didn’t really believe much of it, but that evening I did have dinner and a walk down by the river to enjoy a beautiful sunset with a Lovely Woman, who will remain nameless)
I requested the court to order a custody evaluation by a LCSW to fully investigate the situation and report their findings. The court granted my request and ordered for a formal custody evaluation. Even though Dumbster $lut swore up and down she walked on water, she would not agree to an outside evaluation.
The start of the evaluation is where shit went south for the $lutty one. For some reason, she thought it would score her points to write that “Dad would prefer if our daughter is gay rather than religious”. She also thought it would score points to say that an adopted father couldn’t possibly love or care for a child properly. I don’t know what on earth would make her think these statements would score her points, but it turns out the social worker was an adopted, anti-religious, lesbian named Billie. And oddly enough, Billie doesn’t believe criminal activity and drugs have any business around a child.
So, to make a long story short, one day Billie sent Mommy of the Year to go get a drug test a few blocks away. She has obvious track marks on both arms. An hour and a half later she shows up at the lab with someone else’s pee. The lab makes her sit, drink water, and take the test again under direct observation. They pick up opiates, codene, and heroin metabolites…probably methadone.
That was just about the time the Dumbster $lut wanted to dismiss her action with the court because she knew that a Judge would give her less time than our original judgement had. So, I figured I was already almost $10k deep in costs and fees, and I filed a motion to not allow her to dismiss her action. After all, I asked her not to start all this bullshit in the first place and just get clean and sober. The Judge granted my request, and the trial was on Tuesday at 1:30pm.
The custody evaluator, Billie, had strong feelings about this case. She required an armed Deputy escort her from her car to the courtroom, and stay with her the entire time, and escort her back to her car after the trial. She fears not only for Stinky’s safety, but for my safety.
The Judge heard the case, and custody will stand as is. Parenting time has always been directly supervised by me, but the Judge has now ordered for parenting time to be supervised by a professional agency, such as the DHS. He does not feel as if I am adequately trained or able to protect Stinky if Mommy of the Year and her cohorts decided to take her.
So, our trial was on Tuesday at 1:30pm. In an unbelievably wildly coincidental twist of fate, Mommy of the Year was picked up on warrants at 10:am that morning. She was not able to attend the custody trial, although the Judge did contemplate having her transported from the jail to his courtroom for this trial that she requested.
She had her own meeting with a Judge, where she was arraigned on 9 felony counts of theft and burglary. She is to remain in custody until her court date next month. Mind you, none of this is her fault. All of this is my fault, because I’m a vindictive, bitter arsehole.
;)
“Life is 10% luck, and 90% how I react to it.”
“My Life is what I make it, and Life is Beautiful.”
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