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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

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.

Yes, I’m still here.

I’m muffled.  Stumbling.  Not quite present.  Not quite clear.

Bloody mental illness.

I “should” be fine.

Am doing quite a lot of photography… keeping me busy and not-thinking.

Wish I was getting paid for it though.

I need a business manager.  Someone to get me the work and set the prices.

I miss being here.

Here’s something to make you smile…

Isn’t she delicious?

Some days are okay.  Most are a bit wonky.  But I’m putting one put in front of the other and I’m still here.

And this is half of the reason why…


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.

I can’t pretend that I’ve coped well with the latest legal news.

In fact, I’ve really come close to absolutely NOT coping.  For all of my experience with this, I just could not see how I was going to make it through this horror once again.

So, for a few days, I let it all be “too much”.

And I’m telling you all so that you don’t think I’m an amazing woman who copes with all the crap that gets sent my way.

I really sometimes DON’T cope.

But for every dark moment, there’s a light moment.  Usually not in equal proportion, of course!  Yesterday I was asked to be a photographer at a significant event on the Sydney calendar.

I’ve been following this phenomenon for years now.  And tomorrow is the first event of it’s kind to be held in Sydney.

And I’ll be there, hiding behind my camera gear, hoping I know exactly who’s who.

Wish me luck!

Boo is writing an autobiography for a school assignment.

Which should be simple.

But tonight he asked me for a list of firsts.

How old he was when he first smiled.  First crawled.  First walked.  First talked.  Got his first tooth.  Etc.

And I have no idea.

And no-one to ask.

You see, I was so ill.

The post natal depression that I suffered from after his birth actually began during his pregnancy.

DH left exactly 2 weeks after we found out that we were pregnant.

And 4 months later, he took me through Family Court for the first time.. in order to get half the house and to not have any child support or spousal support obligations.

Our court date was 7 days before Boo’s birth.

He didn’t win.  (Although, as long time readers of my blog will know… last year a judge wiped those initial orders.  Removing a debt of 12 years of unpaid child support and spousal maintenance.)

And 6 weeks later, Boo and I were admitted to the mother-baby unit of a Psychiatric Hospital.  Where we stayed for 3 months.  Toto was looked after by my parents.

And so, I don’t remember ANY of the firsts.  Of either child.

The depression didn’t really begin to lift until they were 2 and 3.  And the minute that it did, I was hit with a cancer diagnosis.

Poor boys.  It’s not just me that lost so much time and memory.  They lost a huge part of their history.  And I can’t get it back for them.

And it’s just so bloody unfair.

Phew. I think all my new political “friends” have moved on to more rancid pastures.

In fact, from the state of my stats, most of my REAL friends might have moved on too! Stats are such funny things. I’m never quite sure what to make of them.

If I have 300+ people reading my blog everyday, I almost go into panic mode. I’m so sure that I can’t entertain or amuse that many people.

Crazily, I’m happier when my blog stats are between 100 and 200. Which goes against the grain in this day and age of SEO manipulation.

I’m spending hours and hours trying to improve the SEO rating of my photography blog. It’s insanely frustrating, but, apparently, it’s absolutely necessary in order to appear reasonably near the top of a search of photographers in my area.

*sigh*

I’m not enjoying it.

I’m LOVING the “making pictures” aspect of my job. But, like life, you have to take the good with the bad.

There’s been lots of good and bad in my life lately.

The bad… huge fights with DH over Boo’s soccer registration and uniform. Really awful ones.

The also bad… a falling out with my dear ill friend.

I’m devastated by this. She became very maternal and judgemental and harsh towards me, and I turned to jelly.

I was so shocked.

So, she thinks that everything is okay because she’s said all that she wanted to say, and I’m feeling judged and ill-treated and frustrated because I was too shocked and emotional to say my piece at the time.

It’s not fun.

But in amongst this stuff has been some fantastic news…

Boo was accepted into the Academic Extension program for next year (high school) at an incredibly good school near us. He sat an exam for this a month or so ago, and we weren’t holding our breath as places are few and far between. I think something like 1 in 10 get accepted into the program.

Well, I most definitely underestimated my youngest son’s academic ability (I didn’t really… I know he’s frighteningly brainiacal (!), but I did not want to risk disappointment). He’s thrilled, especially because he has not wanted to go to Toto’s high school. He’s not thrilled, however, because his father is insisting that he attend Toto’s school.

I think lawyers may become involved. Shoot.

I have lots of pics to show you… but I’m going to leave you with this one…

My parents… after 50 years of marriage. (Oops… Make that 52 years of marriage!)

*awwww*

xoxox

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

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