Finally. A little peace and quiet. Court on Monday went well. The judge allowed me to be placed on the pseudo-nephews’ treatment team and ordered many hoops for the pseudo-family to jump through before he will even consider allowing them any access to the boys. I don’t expect this to last long…I’m sure the family will appeal if pseudo-brother happens to avoid jail time. There was no drama to be found though…I had arrived just seconds before we were called into the courtroom and the judge had the pseudo-family escorted out of the building right after the hearing. The bad news is that it’s entirely possible that bringing the boys home will be a non-issue. The initial reports from the treatment coordinator aren’t promising at all but it’s too soon to tell one way or another.
Breakfast with TheEx was…difficult, to say the least. Hashing out the child support and insurance issues were easy…it’s hashing out our relationship that got to me. Why I still have to deal with this TEN friggin years after the fact, I don’t understand. After we ate and paid the bill, we went for a walk because I had time to kill before court and I found myself having to explain for the umpteenth time why I can’t forgive infidelity. We didn’t fight or anything…it was just an emotional discussion I guess. A discussion that, truthfully, should be dead and buried by now.
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