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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

The boys have been SO patient with me.  I’ve been taking them for long drives around Sydney, trying to find great locations for photo shoots.

On this day, we drove up the Northern Beaches…

photographer scouting locations on the Sydney Northern Beaches

I know it isn’t doing me any good, I know it.

But I cannot help it.

I keep stopping mid-anything and feeling overwhelmed with ANGER that DH is getting away with this.

That, even though the Family Court counsellor, nearly 12 months ago, and the Independent Children’s Lawyer, and the children themselves have said that it is DAMAGING to DH’s relationship with the boys for him to have them overnight on a school night, the system is allowing him to have his way and keep the Sunday night until we get a court hearing date.

I am SO angry that the best interests of the children are being ignored so that DH can have his “legal rights” protected.

And I am SO ANGRY that this second mediation, which was only meant to be an evaluation of how the situation has been working out, turned into a demand for financial changes and a demand for DH to get his way…. IGNORING the best interests of the boys.

How can this be, in a system that is supposed to be about the best interests of the children?

How can this HUGE and DAMAGING mistake be allowed to continue?

In retrospect, the mediator was pretty inept.  She stated at the get-go that she was a Barrister, and it was obvious that she was running the show like an adversarial system rather than a mediation.  She should not have asked our lawyers to provide a history of 13 years of custody.  The whole point of mediation is that we try to find something to agree upon and build upon that.  Asking for our history is about giving her information in order for her to make a judgment, and was also only ever going to make us feel on the defensive.  It should not have happened.

And, she should not have allowed DH to introduce financial matters.  It was outside the scope of this second mediation… and particularly inappropriate as we have had our financial matter heard in court already.

She also should have ensured that we both took turns at going first.  DH jumped in and answered first to every single thing… and even had the first turn at our separate meetings.. and the mediator should have managed that and allowed me a turn to be the instigator.  As it was, I was defending and reacting.  Not a powerful position at all.

You know, I had dinner with one of my brothers and his family and my parents the other night.  And my brother was scathing of my situation.  Not supportive or empathic for even one second, but insistent that I have obviously chosen a dud lawyer, and that the boys should ignore the court orders, and that if I don’t change lawyers and get the boys to ignore the court orders, I deserve everything that I get.  (Not in exactly those words, of course, but that was his clear message.)

He didn’t once express any support.  And once he had passed his judgment, he was not interested in anything further that I had to say, and changed the subject.  In fact, he went so far as to clearly imply that he didn’t believe that the system is as I am representing it.  I, or my lawyer, must be doing something wrong.

If this had been a friend instead of a family member, I would choose never to see them again.

I can’t tell you how much it hurt me.

And then it pissed me off that I allowed it to hurt me.  I shouldn’t expect anything more from this brother.

And I guess I shouldn’t expect anything more from this system.  And I KNOW I shouldn’t expect anything more from DH.

But I want to expect more from, and get more from, all of them.

And I feel something inside me has broken and I’ve finally FINALLY realised that “life sucks and then you die”.

But I don’t want to be a person who walks through life truly believing that.

I need time.  Yes, I need time and perspective.

It’s still all too raw.

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

It’s tomorrow. And I think I’m going crazy. I’m not worrying consciously, but my brain has not been functioning properly. I’m in a fog. Or breathing underwater.

But it doesn’t really matter what the outcome is, or so I am telling myself. The boys are 11 and 13, and nobody is going to force them to be where they don’t want to be. Problem is, I have raised boys who don’t like breaking rules.

DH sent me an email last night. Telling me that he will be “away” for 3.5 weeks from THIS Monday.

According to the boys, he is going to Sri Lanka to play cricket.

Huh?

And apparently he booked it months ago. But didn’t consider letting me know. Why on earth am I still surprised at his nasty and selfish behaviour?

The boys have written a couple of pages of “what they want”… for me to take tomorrow. They have been too scared to tell him to his face.

It will all be over (hopefully) in 18 or so hours.

Fingers crossed.

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

As I’m sure pretty much the whole bloggy-world knows already, the incredible Martin (XBox4NappyRash) and his wife ET had a beautiful baby girl named Sanne last week.  They’ve been struggling to conceive for a LONG time, and the WHOLE of their faithful internets followers have been leaping with joy at this exciting news!

Dan, over at All That Comes With It, compiled this celebratory video to help us all do just that.  Be sure to check out the dorks 3mins and 56secs into it!

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I know things have been pretty silent here lately. I’m not sure what’s stopping me from documenting this latest lead-up to a family court mediation, but something sure is.

Toto is not coping very well with it all.  Well, to be honest, none of us is, but he’s the one who seems most demonstrably upset.  Then again, that could well be puberty talking.

DH has told the boys… yes TOLD the boys… that he will be having them during the week very soon.  Both boys are incredibly distressed by this, as they want to actually take away the Sunday nights that they spend with him.  It’s mainly to do with having to be organised for school on Monday, but also has a lot to do with DH’s temper when stressed out by mundane parenting acts such as ensuring that homework is finished and uniforms are on and breakfast is had and lunch is ready.

The boys meet with their own lawyer again next week, and both are going to tell her exactly what they want, and what they don’t want.

Hopefully this time she’ll take more notice of that.

I’m incredibly anxious about it all.  Debilitatingly anxious if I’m to be honest.  You’d think I’d be used to it by now, but my experiences so far have been so negative that I’m having trouble maintaining my optimism.

Still, I know that we’ll survive, whatever the outcome.

I’m just pretty sure that we won’t be able to agree on anything at this mediation, and will therefore be heading back to Family Court for another expensive and devastating hearing.  (insert sound of sanity and money flying out the window here)

My teenager…

This is what turning 13 looks like in my house….

(all pics taken on my wonderful iPhone, with the groovy ShakeItPhoto app)

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And this is what it looks like when your Mum takes you to “Top Gear Live” for your birthday (for the second year running)….

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Happy Birthday my darling Toto!!

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

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