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My tax stuff is with the Accountant.  I’ve missed the deadline, but will have 100% accurate data to send them next week.

You know, lovely and good things are happening too.  I feel I should share some of them with you (as you are all so wonderful and supportive when I tell you about the tough times).

I’ve had quite a few photography jobs lately… so I’m getting there slowly but surely.  I am currently 3/4 way through a ten week evening course in Lighting and it is SO exciting to be able to chart my own progression and to see the improvement in my photographs.

I’m second shooting at a very glamorous wedding next weekend.  This is an unpaid gig… but well worth it for portfolio pictures… especially as it’s on Bondi Beach and will be absolutely stunning.

I haven’t been commenting or reading other blogs, simply because I haven’t had the time.  I promise I’ll get back to it soon… I’m sorry if you’re a blog-writer that’s been commenting here and hearing NOTHING back from me!  I hope you understand.

Toto is 6ft tall.  I know!!!!  He’s a real teenager, but still so affectionate and lovely (when the hormones aren’t causing him to groan and mumble like a big skinny gorilla).  Boo, newly twelve, is trying on some new behaviours and attitudes.  Ahhh puberty!

My dear ill friend is doing really well.  We’re both so busy that we really don’t get together as often as we used to, but we’re still in close contact.

We’ve got a Federal Election here on Saturday.  It’s been quite an effort for me to refrain from becoming political here on my blog.

Needless to say, somebody not very deserving will win.  And, because I happen to live in the Opposition Leader’s electorate, and I won’t be voting for him, my vote won’t do much good at all.  Ah well.

So.. how are YOU?

xoxo

Boo is twelve years old today. And my Mum is 77.

And the best pressie that they both got?

Boo’s future school is allowing him to go by “Mine-His” surname!  Their legal dept has made an exception to the rule because he has been known by that name through 7 years of primary school.

Yippeeeee!!  Common sense prevails!

It’s lovely to have something THIS important go our way!

Nothing positive to report.

Nope.

Nada.

Zip.

But plenty to report, all the same.

A week ago, I received a letter from the Family Assistance Office ordering me to lodge detailed profit and loss statements with them within 21 days.

I telephoned them to find out why, and to ask for an extension, and apparently this is NOT a computer generated review.

Oh no.

“Somebody” had notified them that I was earning money that I was not declaring, and that, consequently, I was fraudulently receiving Family Tax Benefits.

“Somebody”???

You don’t have to be a rocket scientist to work out that it’s DH taking a first, insanely aggressive, step towards reducing his Child Support obligations AGAIN.

I’m self-employed.  And totally disorganised when it comes to my tax returns and book-keeping.

But I’m ANYTHING but fraudulent.

I have declared a projected income which is higher than my real income.  A LOT higher.

So, this “review” will end up being in my favour.

But the process is killing me.

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When Toto was born, DH refused to even consider a double-barrelled surname, and so, subservient fool that I was, Toto was registered with DH’s surname only (we shall call it “His”).

When Boo was born, I did not want him to have a different surname to his brother (and I was clinically depressed) and so he, too, has just DH’s surname.

My surname is their 3rd name on their birth certificates.

The fact that DH did not financially support the children, or even try to see them when they were very small, prompted me to change their surname to “Mine-His” before they were even in school.

By the time they were in school, they were registered as “Mine-His” in a category called “Known As”.  In other words, their birth certificate and passports have “His” name on them, but everything else has “Mine-His”, including all communications with the Department of Education.

When DH started all of the legal stuff, I tried to include an official “change of name” in the orders.  DH refused.

He makes a huge deal out of calling them by his surname only.  Which upsets the boys enormously.

Well…. Boo’s school for next year has told me that they refuse to call him “Mine-His” unless they have a stat-dec signed by both parents.

Nevermind that he sat their entrance exam as “Mine-His”.  Never mind that ALL his school records are “Mine-His”.

No, they’re standing their ground.

And Boo is devastated.

I’m waiting to hear back from the Headmistress about it… but it doesn’t look good.

Why should he have to suffer like this?  Don’t they realise that it’s THEY who are changing his name?  Not me!

One of my brothers changed his christian name when he was in Kindergarten.  He literally came home and told my parents that his name was now something else.

He did not change it by de-pol until he was an adult, but was “known as” his new name all the way through school and university.

I do not understand why this school has taken such an officious stand on this simple problem.

… although it may just be a directional hearing.  I’m really not sure.  My head is well and truly in the sand.

Last Sunday my boys and I, and some very good friends, went to the Sydney Biennale Art Exhibition on Cockatoo Island… an island in the middle of our beautiful harbour.

It was a glorious day and we really enjoyed the exhibition, and spending time with our friends.  The only downside was the horrendous wait for the ferry to get on and off the island… and the HUGE amount of people who quite brazenly jumped the queue!!  We were waiting for well over an hour to leave the island, and tempers flared when people pushed in.  I was just so shocked, and saddened, that people could be so rude.

Anyway.. here’s my favourite pic from the day….

Toto and his best friend are only 3 days apart in age.  Toto has just hit 5’11″ (181cms) though… and his friend has a way to go to catch up!!

Adjourned…

After 5pm on Friday a flurry of emails were sent to my lawyer.

Who was not in her office.

So, late last night, when I got home from a full-on day learning the business side of the photography business, I found a flurry of emails in my inbox regarding today’s court hearing.

DH’s lawyer asked my lawyer to speak for her and to ask for an adjournment for 3 weeks as her “client may reach an agreement”.

This is the second time she’s done this.  Not appeared (so DH doesn’t get charged) but asked my lawyer to appear for her (which I have to pay for).

Also, a lawyer calling herself the boys Independent Children’s Lawyer, but who is not the lawyer that we know, sent a new lot of “orders by consent” ordering a SECOND independent expert to be appointed to review the subject and decide upon what’s best for the children.

And ordering that I pay for half of her report.  $3,300.

Which would be okay if it wasn’t for the fact that we HAVE a court-appointed psychologist’s report stating STRONGLY that the children should have less time with DH, and that he should attend parenting classes (which of course he has not done), and the children’ lawyer herself (the original one) had very strong opinions that it was NOT in the boys’ best interest to spend more time with DH.

DH and his lawyer are “expert witness shopping”.  Asking for more and more opinions until they get one that agrees with them (they requested that the Children’s Lawyer do this at our last failed attempt at mediation).

And it’s OBSCENE that our system not only allows him to do this, but insists that I pay half of the costs of his abuse of the system.

So I responded to those emails that I would NOT pay for my lawyer to attend when DH’s lawyer had declared their intention to adjourn.  I also said that I would NOT agree to the consent orders requesting another “expert witness”. I will not put my boys through that experience again, and, furthermore, will not pay for DH’s “expert witness shopping”.

I also passed on information that Toto had given me… saying that his father had told him that his lawyer would not appear for him because he had not paid her in advance.  He said that it would take him 3 weeks to get enough money to pay her (*excusemewhileIvomit*).  So, it’s not an “agreement” that they’re expecting.  It’s purely that DH’s lawyer will not appear for him when he has not paid her in advance.

My lawyer telephoned me early this morning, and agreed with me.  She said that she would let DH’s lawyer know that she would NOT be appearing on her behalf, and agreed that I should not, under these circumstances, agree to the Independent Children’s Lawyers’ consent orders.

So it’s another waiting game.

I’m really angry.

ANGRY that again, I am just a punching bag for whatever suits DH and his lawyer.  Even today’s interraction will have cost me well over $1000.  It’s sickening.

And angry that this is dragging on for my boys.  And that DH thinks NOTHING of putting them in front of more psychologists and lawyers.

So, thanks for the emails and texts.  I’m okay.  Just need to let it all settle.

Well, I guess that’s what happens when you ignore your own blog for more than 2 weeks.

*tsk*tsk*

BlogHer has “let me go” too.  But that was because I unintentionally broke the rules when I wrote my sponsored Honda post.  Fair enough, I guess.

So, if you’re still reading, you’re a good friend.

Or a die-hard.

Things are difficult.

I am SO BORED with writing that sentence.

I’ve been incredibly busy… I went off to Melbourne for a Photographic Exhibition (of the product and suppliers kind as well as the “Photos on the Wall” kind)… am working up to 60 hours a week getting my business off the ground… am struggling with a bulging disc in my back… and with the stress and depression that comes hand in hand with an impending day in Family Court.

The boys seem to be coping well.  I’ve got my head in the sand.  And it’s going to stay there.

Sorry.  I know that doesn’t sound good.  But it’s the only way that I can survive this.

So I plan to come back to this, my safe and supportive place.

But please bear with me while I just take one moment at a time.

The photography job was fantastic.  14 hours of amazing.

But that was only one day.

The rest of it has been hard.

REALLY hard.

Kids really caught in the middle – kind of hard.

Things that send me from normal to crazy in 2 seconds – kind of hard.

Typical DH cruel and abusive treatment of me and the boys – kind of hard.

Stuff I want to forget, so I won’t put here – kind of hard.

But I will say… remember how DH wouldn’t pay Boo’s soccer fees?  Well, when Toto asked him for  money for an Air League camp… he gave him half ON THE SPOT.  Told him to get his mother to pay for the other half, of course, but actually gave him money.

Poor Boo INSTANTLY saw it as another display of favouritism.  Which it is.

He’s stopped paying Child Support and has told me that he cannot afford it and will be applying for another Change of Assessment.

This during a period where he has filmed at least 4 national advertisements and 3 print jobs (oh yes, he’s a model with an agent now).  Anyone want to hazard a guess as to how much all of that is worth?  Anything from $12K to $100K depending upon duration of campaign and whether he spoke or not.

So, I have applied for a Change of Assessment with the CSA.  Although god knows how I will cope with that on top of the legal stuff currently going on.

Wish me luck.

oh my gawd….

Under legal advice, I sent DH an email asking him if he had any preferences about Boo’s high school education…

No reply.

Two days later I sent another email.

No reply.

Boo is still stuck… He simply can’t make up his mind.

And, 4 days after I sent his father an email asking him whether he gives a **** about his youngest son’s secondary education, no reply.

But that I could have predicted.

You know what’s really pissing me off right now?

I’m pissed off with friends and family who do not stop to consider that I raise my boys on ZERO INCOME.

Friends and family who KNOW that I receive no Child Support from DH.  And that I have a HUGE debt with my father for rent and legal fees.

And yet they seriously do not treat my photography business as anything more than a hobby.  And they expect me to give everything away to them.  And they also treat me as though I have money to burn.

Seriously…. I feel that I have to spell this out….

I have no husband at home bringing in an income to pay my rent.

I receive no Child Support to pay my rent or to pay for school fees or excursions extras or to buy my children food or clothes or to put petrol in my car.

Nothing.

And every time I borrow money to support my family I am adding to a debt which I have no way of paying  other than earning money MYSELF.  I have no superannuation.  I have no savings.  I have nothing.

AND… I am working 80+ hours a week building a photography business.

Please consider that.

Sorry to push this on my friends and readers who don’t treat me like a millionaire.

But I did need to put this out there.

The era of me being a pushover is over.

I am putting my boys and myself first.

You (irl friends and family who take advantage of me) can all take a solid second.

And it’s about bloody time (if I do say so myself).

The migraine didn’t go away, and so my Mothers’ Day was spent at home, in pain.

DH “told me” that I could collect the boys from him at 5.30pm… despite the court order stating that I was meant to have them from 9 – 6 on Mothers’ Day.

And when I did collect the boys, they were absolutely traumatised.

DH had apparently become very angry with Boo, and his anger lasted all weekend.  He accused him of “trying to make him look dumb”… (not a difficult feat, I should add)… by talking to him in a condescending tone.  This led to a 2-day long rant about how Boo is just like me, and that DH doesn’t have favourites, but that Toto is obedient and polite while Boo is defiant and rude, and therefore he finds Toto easier to deal with.

Interestingly enough, this is the exact opposite of how the boys behave in my house.  Toto is a full-on TEENAGER.  His tone is rude by default and the selective deafness is incredibly annoying.  Boo is still in the last gasp of boy-hood.  Both are still affectionate and predominantly polite.  And, needless to say, none of this effects my unconditional love for them.

The biggest thing that upset Boo was about his soccer registration.

I wrote here about how DH had gone back on his word and did not pay Boo’s soccer fees.  The drama that ensued from that was ugly and embarrassing.  DH took it to the soccer club and told them that he would not pay the fees.

Of course, I ended up paying them.  And of course, DH has not paid Child Support either.

DH said to Boo… “Your Mother is angry because I changed my mind about paying the soccer fees.  Everyone is allowed to change their mind.  Your mother is a controlling b*tch.”

I had to count backwards from 10 before I even opened my mouth to respond.

And of course I had to tell my children that “changing your mind” after saying that you will do something is not right.  If you do “change your mind” you need to discuss it with the person whom you have made the commitment to. And if it’s a financial commitment, and you owe somebody money, changing your mind about paying is actually illegal.

This is the same man who defended his not admitting to his infidelity when I asked him by saying “I did the right thing.  You would have been upset, and so I was protecting you by not telling you the truth”.

Sick.  Twisted. Totally ego-centric.

Oh.. and apparently he’s been acting in TV commercials.  Great.  He’s got 3 national ads coming up, and was an extra in a tv show this evening (which we did NOT watch).

So now I have to see him on the telly.  SO NOT FAIR.

Still, the Child Support Agency will have to believe me if I record the ads and give it to them as evidence of his income.  He told Toto that he has earned $18,000 from his acting so far.

He also told both boys that I am damaging them, as they have gotten to an age where they need to be raised by a man.  “Your mother is not a man, and your grandfather is too old” he said.  “You can’t see that you need me to be your primary carer, but when you are older and don’t know how to behave properly as men, you will see that your mother damaged you by keeping you from me.”

*oh god I don’t know whether to laugh, cry or vomit*

He still hasn’t congratulated Boo for getting into the Academic Extension programme at a local high school.  “Oh” was the best that he could do.

And when Boo told his that we had also had an interview at Toto’s school, and that Boo has been offered a place there too… another “oh”.

He would never DREAM of asking Boo what he wanted to do.  He truly thinks that Boo is too young to have an opinion about his secondary education.

Boo is trying to make the decision himself, with some help from me.  We’re writing lots of “pros and cons” lists.

Whichever way we go there will be problems.  If he goes to the local school, DH will call the lawyers and say that I made the decision without consulting him.  If he chooses Toto’s school, DH will refuse the pay the school fees.

DH has ignored every email or text from me since the beginning of the soccer registration debacle.  Oh except one very charming email calling me sexist and x-rated names.

Consult on our second child’s secondary education?

If I thought he was capable of putting Boo’s future and best interests first, then maybe.  As it is, there is no point.

Boo is able to discuss it with him if he wants.  He doesn’t want to.

Instead, he discusses it with me.

The woman who is “damaging” him because she is not a man.

Brilliant.

I had SO many plans for this weekend.

I had a friend from Melbourne visiting last night, had booked 2 days of a photography seminar AND had a 40th birthday to go to tonight.

Which are SERIOUS plans in my neck of the woods.

Last night was so cool.  This lovely friend is Boo’s godfather, and has been living in China and the US for the last 4 years.  I hadn’t seen him since my trip to Beijing over 2 years ago.  It was heaven to just sit and talk solidly for a few hours.  Only hampered by his 9.40pm flight back to Melbourne.

But, sod’s law being the rule of my life, I woke up this morning with a migraine.  A really not fun one (not that I’ve ever heard of a “fun” migraine) that kept me home from my seminar (which REALLY erked me as it was not free) and struggling with computer screens and telephones.

I finally gave into it, hoping that I would be able to recover in time for the 40th (I can’t tell you how long it’s been since I’ve been invited to a swish do), but it was not to be.

I’m only just able to put up with the computer screen now.

And if I’m still feeling this way in the morning, I will not be attending day 2 of the photography seminar.

The only bright spot?  The court order states that I must have the boys from 9 – 5 on Mothers Day.  DH, as we all know, ignores the court orders that he spends the big bucks getting, so the “plan” is that they come home at 5pm and stay the night with me.

So, really, as long as the migraine is gone by then….

PS. RIP “Papa Max”.  You were a bright spot in my boys’ childhood, and a wise and kind paternal figure to me.  You will be so missed.

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