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Remember how the last time I had to go to Family Court, my Mum fell over in the morning and broke her pelvis, vertebrae and a couple of ribs?

Well, this time I fell over.  In the bathroom.  Flat on my back.  And landed on my elbow.

I was winded and in pain.  But it was my poor Mum who needed calming down.  She thought I’d done some serious damage to myself and was absolutely distraught.

After a few minutes, when the shock had worn off, I realised that it was only my elbow that was in serious pain, so, with no time to spare I took some panadol and got in a Taxi and went on my way.

It’s been throbbing painfully all day, and when the mediation was over, I went and got it x-rayed.  Nothing is broken (although my GP is convinced that the radiographer must have missed it).  But it’s still pretty bruised and sore.  And will be in a sling for at least a couple of days (typing is S L O W).

And really, if you’re looking for good news you’d better stop reading now.  That was the high point of my day.

It’s off to Family Court again for us. (insert sound of $10,000 – $20,000 burning here)

The Independent Children’s Lawyer (ICL) and I were very clear about what would be “in the best interests of the children”.

It’s about talking with the children, listening to what they want, weighing up the pros and cons of all possible outcomes, factoring in their ages and their past relationships with both parents, and then working out what would cause them the least stress and the most happiness.

Am I right?

The ICL and I agreed 100% that the best interests of the children would be served by having them spend Wednesday afternoon until 7.30pm, and every second Friday and Saturday night with their father.  Returning home at 7.30pm on the Sunday night.  The ICL spent a lot of time talking about how QUALITY time has nothing to do with QUANTITY of time.  She made a lot of sense, and spoke articulately and kindly to DH.

This would allow them to have the “fun” times with their dad without the horrible stressful ANGRY times that they have when homework, schedules, uniforms, instruments, breakfast, school lunches and strict bedtimes are involved.  She emphasised how much the boys “love” their fun times with their Dad.  She tried to make it sound like a positive outcome for everyone.

This would mean that the current situation would remain as is, with the exception of the Sunday nights.

The boys have been too scared to tell their father what they wanted, and so they each wrote him a letter last night.  Which I gave to him prior to the mediation today.

Boo’s letter:

“Dad,

I really don’t want to go to your place on Sunday nights or anything else.  Things were good before.  I don’t like how you have people over basically every time.  I don’t like the Monday mornings because you are always grumpy and and yelling at us.  And when we’re all ready you aren’t.

Boo

PS. We were going to tell you this, but you had Katie in the car.”

Toto’s letter:

“Dad,

I don’t want to have Wednesday to Monday because it will not work for my situation with my gear e.g. my air league uniform, my trombone, my school books, and my sport/normal school uniform.

Also Monday mornings are very annoying because you are stressed and i usually get to school with not enough time to get organised.

But I do want every second weekend from Friday and go home to Mum at 7.30 on Sunday like it used to be.  And I want Wednesday afternoons still.

Toto”

Well… They may as well not have written a word.  In fact, they may as well be rag-dolls with no opinion or even an entitlement to an opinion.

DH was…. well…. DH doesn’t seem a strong enough acronym for him anymore.  Dick Head.  Deeply Horrible.  Disgustingly Hedonistic.  Doesnotdeservetobe Here.  Yep, that last one feels better.  Any better and more appropriate suggestions?

Where was I?

Oh yeah.  DH was immovable.  And SO incredibly uncaring and insensitive to anyone’s needs but his own.

And not caring what he does to get his own way.

For example, when asked about his past contact with the boys, he said..

“When their mother was INSTITUTIONALISED.. I had Toto every Sunday for two hours….(blah blah)” (the emphasis is his)

Yep, he’s trying to prove me an unfit mother.

3 months in a mother-baby post-natal ward of a psych hospital with severe post-natal depression THIRTEEN YEARS AGO because my beloved husband walked out on our marriage leaving me with a 9 month old son and another in my belly… oh… because he was screwing an air hostess…

Oh my god I was upset.  I actually said almost the exact sentence above out loud… to which DH said “I was not screwing an air hostess” and the mediator called for a break.

Not to be dismissed, his lawyer (yep, CF again) started off with “We have grave concerns about the mother’s medical situation. We understand she is on anti-depressants and has been for years.”

Oh God.. I don’t think I can write all this up.  It’s so upsetting.

I’ll summarise… (my responses in italics)

DH wants to increase his custody by 1 night every school term until he has 50/50 shared parenting.  (He left the boys 13 years ago.  And before this litigation began last year, he had never ONCE asked for more than every second weekend in the intervening years.  In my educated (because I lived with the man for 8 years and I am witness to his relationship with his children) opinion, he is doing this PURELY to remove all future child support obligations)

DH is gravely concerned about the way that I am raising the children.  They are “mollycoddled”.. and his evidence of this is that they refuse to walk to his local shops unaccompanied.  DH is gravely concerned about the boys’ inability to cope with his “grumpiness” in the mornings.  He said that every parent yells at their children when they are getting them ready for school, and the fact that the boys are unhappy about this is evidence of the inappropriate parenting that they are receiving in my house.    ( Ummmmm….. HE LIVES IN KINGS CROSS!!  They see junkies shooting up in his back lane!  The walk to his local supermarket requires passing 3 strip-clubs, and the attached bouncers.  The boys have been walking to and from my house to their school unaccompanied for the past 3.5 years.  Toto catches public transport in and out of the city for school every day, and both boys think nothing of walking to our local shops by themselves.  Need I say more? And I don’t yell at them in the mornings!  At my house they’re quite independent in the mornings and have no problems leaving for school on time.  Oh, DH also stated that Toto wasn’t toilet trained until HE DID IT!  This is insulting, ridiculous and totally designed to be inflammatory.)

DH wants Boo to attend one of 5 incredibly expensive Private Schools, but thinks that I should pay for the first 2 years and he should pay 50% for the following years because he has been “spending so much money on the boys lately”.  (WHAT MONEY?!?!  Jeez.  This one is a killer.  Especially because I was told that I couldn’t bring up anything related to Child Support.  But he can bring THIS up?  Well, it ain’t happening.  Boo does not want to go to any of the 5 schools that DH listed.  And, I’m sorry, but DH has crippled me financially with his litigiousness, and the judge in the financial hearing crippled me financially by wiping the child support debt, so I’m supposed to pay $25,000 per annum school fees with WHAT? What I DID say was “I am absolutely unable to afford any of the schools that DH has chosen for Boo, and Boo has no interest in attending them, which DH would know if he had ever discussed this with Boo. “)

DH is not going to continue to pay Toto’s school fees.  He thinks that I should pay the next 2 years in full, and that he should pay 50% of the fees for each year after that. ( This, and the point before, was brought up in DH’s “private session” with his lawyer and the mediator.  When the Mediator presented it to me, and I said “But DH has signed documents with Toto’s school stating that he will pay 100% of the school fees (approx $1,300 per annum)!  I am completely unwilling to change this situation, especially as the Child Support Agency said that they thought that this was fair and that it should not effect my Child Support”.  The mediator said “So you would take Toto out of a school that he loves rather than pay his school fees? (in an outraged voice).  I was too shocked to respond brilliantly… but in retrospect I should have said “It would be DH taking him out of the school by changing the already agreed upon arrangements.  I am happy to leave him there under the current arrangements.  My actions would not be changing anything.”  But I didn’t, and I could tell by her expression that the mediator will include my “putting money before my children’s welfare” in her report to the family court judge.  Bugger. )

DH wants the two of us to attend counselling in order to learn how to communicate and co-parent.  DH wanted it known that I have been unwilling in the past to do this with him.  DH wants me to pay 50% of the cost of this. (This one is particularly painful to me, as for years… YEARS… I asked DH to attend counselling with me in order to best communicate and co-parent as divorced parents.  He flat-out refused.  And now he’s implying that I have been the unwilling party to this?  Of course, all I could say was “Yes, I am prepared to do this”)

DH wants the boys to attend counselling.  He wants me to pay 50% of this too.  (When, early last year, I took the boys to a Child and Family Psychologist to give them a “safe” place to talk about all of this stuff, DH and his lawyer brought it up as a way that I was trying to manipulate the children, and forbade me to take the boys to see her more than once.  I had, of course, told DH about it before I took the children along.  He didn’t think to object until his lawyer gave him the idea.  And now, of course, it’s his brilliant idea.  I did mention that I would only be happy to pay for 50% of this if he paid for 50% of Boo’s speech pathologist and Toto’s tutor.  I was given no response to that. I was looked at again as though I was placing more emphasis on money than on my children’s emotional well-being.  Oh the irony in that.  It’s all very well and good to organise all of these things, but when you simply DO NOT HAVE income or money to pay for them… what do you do?)

Some other issues raised… I said that the Family Court Counsellor’s report, done over a year ago, suggested strongly that DH should attend parenting classes, and that extra time with the children was NOT in their best interests.  I said that DH had made no attempt to attend parenting classes, and, instead, blamed all of his difficulties with the children on the way that I was parenting them.  I requested that DH attend parenting classes.  He agreed to this. (yeah, I’ll believe it when I see it too!)

DH’s lawyer suggested that I should buy a duplicate set of all of Toto’s school / sport and air league uniforms, and trombone, and cricket gear and school books as this would resolve all the issues.  The ICL and I both refuted this and reminded her that the boys’ objections were about much more than uniforms etc.  I also *gulped* internally because this would be about $10,ooo worth of stuff.

His lawyer said again and AGAIN that she had concerns about “the wife’s mental stability”.  I have never felt so mentally unstable, if feeling mentally unstable is feeling as though you would like to grab a big heavy object and heave it towards your ex-husbands’ lawyer’s head.  Hmmm.  Perhaps she is RIGHT to be concerned.

Oh PUCK (as Boo would say and would get away with).

There’s heaps more.  Obviously.

But the gist is that DH requested lots of things and because he went first EVERY TIME we were asked to speak (that was pretty slack of the mediator – she’s supposed to ensure that we take turns) I was “responding” and “reacting” and did not have an opportunity to do anything other than defend myself and my parenting.

Good thing the ICL was totally on our side with the custody arrangements.

So, now it’s another year or so until we get a date in court.  Actually, I’m hoping it’s more than a year.  If the boys were 14 and 13, there is no way a judge would do anything other than what they wanted.  Or, if it all went to hell in a handbasket, there is NO WAY anyone would enforce a parenting order with kids of that age.

And you know, with everything that’s happened to me so far, I’m not exactly optimistic.

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The absolutely most HORRENDOUS thing that I learned today had nothing to do with our parenting case.

My lawyer told me that she is representing someone who is in exactly the same situation as DH was in our financial hearing.  This time the case is being heard by a female judge, and the female judge is disgusted with the man’s application to remove all of the unpaid child support debt.

My lawyer is using MY CASE as precedent… in order to force the judge to seriously consider removing the debt.

MY CASE.  AS PRECEDENT.

Used as a tool to remove unpaid child support debts for other scum-bag dead-beat DH fathers.

I.AM.SICK.OVER.THIS.

SICK.

My poor lawyer obviously dislikes the position that she’s in.  Which is why she told me.  She has no choice over her clients (she’s a partner in a large firm).  And she has to do her best for them.  And she is sick about this too.

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If you’re still reading, well, then obviously you’re a good friend.

I need cheering up.

I need reminding that this situation IS wrong and horrific and that DH and his lawyer are OUTRAGEOUSLY misguided.

Because when you spend all day listening to it, it’s almost impossible to believe that something so outrageous is presented so seriously. You start to buy into their conviction.  Or at least that they might get their way.

I still have a WISH that our family law system has some fairness to it.  Even though I know from experience that it doesn’t.

I can’t read back over this before pressing “publish”.  So there are probably grammatical and spelling mistakes.  Sorry.

Thanks for all the wonderful bloggy-love last night.  You have no idea how much it helped me.

xox

I can’t tell you how excited I am about this!

I’ve gone back to school!  Well, I’m attending a 5 week “Available Light Portraiture” course at a highly respected Photography College.

It’s exciting for a million reasons, but one of the main ones is that I’m doing this with my dear friend Sarah, and we’re both getting three hours a week to pretend we’re grown-ups and use our brain cells for something more than deciding what to feed the kids for dinner.

The teacher, a much lauded street photographer, is someone whose work I admire enormously.  He’s also gorgeous and patient and madly deeply passionate about his craft.  I can’t TELL you how exciting it is to be in a situation where all of the rules are being deconstructed and ideas and opinions are stretching my ideas of what is or is not possible.

Now, like all schools, we have homework.  Our first assignment is quite challenging, and I’ve spent more than a few hours taking and worrying about my interpretation of what is required.  It should be simple, really, but I’ve always been one to worry and try and try to be the best that I can be.

So, I present to you my “Environmental Portrait” of my Dad.

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(of course this may NOT be the pic I end up submitting!  It’s so hard to decide!)

All I know is that I am loving this distraction in the leadup to our Family Court mediation.

The boys saw their lawyer yesterday, after a desperate couple of days during which their anxieties have been sky high.  We’re in kind of “lull” right now, until our mediation next week.  Lot’s of hugging and hand-holding going on.

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My bloggy-lurver Brenda has given me some VERY special  and MUCHO appreciated bloggy love!

Thank you Brenda!  I have noticed!  And I promise, when the mediation is over and my mind can focus on more than one thing at a time, I will fulfill my bloggy-love-recipient duties!

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It’s been a while since I’ve written about my dear ill friend.  Well, she’s not so ill any more (you have no idea how terrifying it is to write that…. I’m so scared that I might jinx her) but she’s still on her way back to being completely well.  She’s been out of hospital for a couple of months now and although some days are better than others, things are definitely miles better than they were.

xoxo

Whew.  I’m through the dark patch.

Hallelujah!

Man it’s not fun when you’re in the middle of it.  And not much fun on the wobbly edges of it.

Thanks for  your kind words and support.  You rock. ;)

My Mum and I did something together today that we have not done since 1990 in London.

We went shopping together.

Those of you who know me in real life know that I hate shopping.  With a passion.  REALLY dislike it.

But Mum and I went to the local shops to find the perfect present for my tall and beautiful first-born son who is turning 13 tomorrow.

And after we found the perfect pressie, we browsed a shoe shop, an optometrists and a crystal/meditation/hippy-woo shop where we bought 2 beautiful Indian shirts.

And we both laughed about the fact that the last time we did that together was when she was visiting me when I lived in London.

We crawled the Kings Road looking for the perfect blazer for my Mum.

And we found it.

And she still has it!

And now I’m remembering that visit, and feeling really warm and fuzzy and enveloped in my Mummy’s love.

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So I’m using distraction therapy to get myself out of the dark patch.  And it’s been working.

I’m working on marketing my photography business.

I’m designing my business cards, my flyers, and planning my marketing strategy because I’m determined to make this business fly.

I wish I could promote my business on this site, but I still need to maintain my anonymity in order to freely discuss the family court stuff.

Still, if anyone wants a photographer in the Sydney area… :) .

xoxoxo

I miss you.

I think of things to share with you, and then when I find a minute to write them down… they’re gone.

In fact, everything seems to be moving away from me right now.

My happiness.

My enthusiasm.

My creativity.

Gone. Gone. Gone.

And in their place, meetings with my lawyers.  Documents to be filed and appointments to be made.

Yep, we’re in the lead-up to another Family Dispute Resolution meeting.  This time it’s to finalise the custody arrangements.

If we can’t agree in the meeting, it’s on to another day in Family Court.

My mind seems to be tripping over itself lately.  Does that even make sense?

The holiday mood vanished very quickly.  It’s just like this time last year…. back to earth with a bang.

And the boys!

My.

The boys seem to do nothing but argue with each other.

It’s driving me insane.

Literally.

*sigh*

But I’ve had some lovely photography clients.

Here’s a snippet of the latest lovely family that let me shoot them…

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3onBoardwalkNINE5x7

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So, dear blog, I’ll try to nurture our relationship again.  I will.

But in the meantime, know that you’re never far from my thoughts.

It happened!  My boys came home!!  And we spent last night hanging out with “her” and her family and let me tell you…. all was right in my world!

Still is.

Today we drove for about 5.5 hours, until we reached the country town of Wagga Wagga.

“We” being Toto, Boo and I.

And tonight we’re all three tucked up in a pretty squished hotel room.

I call it “making up for lost time!” (we certainly seem to be in smelly bodily emissions :( ).  We couldn’t BE closer!

Tomorrow is a wedding… at which, I am thrilled to say, I will be the official photographer.  Very exciting and very nerve-wracking.

Luckily I have two willing and professional assistants who have been completely prepped and who will be following me with their own cameras as well as my lens bag.  Child labour, I hear you cry?  Phwoff!  It’s called “giving them some responsibility”.  Well, it is tomorrow.

Okay… I’m off now.  Have to reassemble Toto’s sleeping frame in order to find a tiny patch of bed for me to sleep on.

Has it really only been 2 years?  It really feels as though I’ve been sharing this journey with all of you for much longer than that.

Three different sites, three different formats, same crazy confused authoress.

Thanks for coming along for the ride, my friends.

(and thanks, Teena, for reminding me of the significance of today’s date)

This is always a tough time of year for me.  Cellular memories seems to bite me on the bum… DH left on Jan 11, and even though it’s 12 years ago, and I wouldn’t have him back if I was being paid $200,000,000 to do so, something inside me remembers the sadness and shock of that event.

My boys have been texting and calling me (in secret) begging me to let them come home.  Crying and heartbroken.  And there’s nothing that I can do about it other then remind them that we will have the next three weeks together before school returns.

On a FABULOUS note… she is out of hospital and feeling really REALLY great!  She’s still having tests and being prodded and poked to try to ensure that her “turn” didn’t leave any nasty or dangerous legacies, but emotionally she is shining through all of it!

And my boys come back tomorrow!!

And those last two things will make my world just as it should be.

Having to take my boys back to DH’s for their THIRD week away from me was just too much this morning.

We were all tired from having stayed up to see the midnight fireworks.

And I simply lost it.

I found things to be cranky about, and I couldn’t stop crying.  I still can’t.

Which made it SO hard for my poor boys.

I explained to them that it was all about having to take them back, and missing them so much when they’re not here, but that doesn’t make it okay.

According to them, DH goes to work every day, and has people over every night.  They feel like his servants as he tells them what to do in front of his guests, and gets furious if they answer back or tell him that they don’t want to do it.

They spent a lot of time telling me how much they hate being with him for this amount of time.

I know that I should be encouraging them to enjoy their time with him, but the best that I can do is to listen and withhold my opinion.  It is SO difficult.

Only one more week, and then I have them back with me where they belong.

One more week.

Right now that feels like an interminable amount of time.

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My dear ill friend, her husband and their youngest child, came over to watch the 9pm fireworks with us last night.  My brother, s-i-l, nephew and one of my oldest friends, his son and his friend also came over.  My parents were in good form and it really was a lovely little celebratory gathering.

As a tribute to my Dad, and the way that he developed his Ilford black and white film in the 1970’s… I give you my favourite people.. taken in the very first hour of 2010…

Only one more week….

… shepherd’s delight…

If you believe the old wives’ tale, tonight’s dramatic sky means that the last few days of rain should clear, and we will have fine weather tomorrow.

To take the adage one step further, “she” is much better and has a release date of next Saturday!!!!  She telephoned me tonight to let me know, and I can’t wipe the grin off my face.

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This time of year seems to move at it’s own speed.

I miss the boys.  But I’m catching up with dear friends, and organising myself for the new year.

(I’m also spending an inordinate amount of time training myself on the brand new Christmas Wii in preparation for the boys’ return!)

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What are you up to?

xoxox

Happy Happy!!!

Lot’s of love and thanks to all of you, my bloggy friends, for your unending friendship and support throughout this past year.

However and whatever you celebrate this holiday season, I hope that your cheeks ache from laughing.  Constantly.

xoxoxox

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She’s been moved back to the psychiatric hospital.  They do not know what caused her “turn”, but it has resulted in some damage to her heart.

The boys have gone to DH’s for the first half of the school holidays.

It isn’t quite as bad as it could be.  They’re coming home for Christmas Eve and for New Years’ Eve.  So, we’ll see each other soon.

In the meantime I’m house-sitting for a friend, which is proving to be less fun than anticipated.  I’ve got so much work to do that I’m coming home everyday to keep on top of it.

Also, I’m meant to be cleaning their pool every day (the poor thing has an ugly green algae infection), but I put my back out moving a huge television into my parents’ apartment, and simply can’t do it.

*sigh*

“She” is terribly ill again.  Still in the hospital, and still in danger.  It looks as though she’ll be staying there until well into the New Year.

On a positive note, thank you to those of you who have booked a photographic session with me!!  I can’t wait to meet you!

I’ve got my first wedding booked for mid-January too.  That is VERY exciting!

Thank goodness I’m too busy to miss my boys.

Well, almost.

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