After Mark, my autistic son, was placed in the residential School for kids and adults like him, I went ahead and filed for a divorce. This was the situation: I had my other two children with me and we were living with my friend Bella. We were doing fine until my soon to be ex-husband proclaimed that he would not be paying child support. Well, in my depression and lack of legal knowledge, I became scared because I had no income at that time. What was I to do with 2 children, no job and no where to permanently live? I was stuck. And I was really scarred.

So in my naive state I decided to ask Jelly (the name I’ve assigned for my ex-husband) if he would take care of the children until such time that I could find a job and a place to live. He said that it would be okay. I was able to see my kids freely at that time whenever I wanted, but it would soon turn out to be the worst mistake of my life.

Jelly got a ruthless attorney to represent him in our case and when I say ruthless, I mean he was horrible. He played dirty and below the belt. Jelly ended up getting away with all kinds of stuff with regard to the children including that HE became the residential parent because he said I gave the children back to Jelly because I couldn’t handle it and it ended up that I had to pay HIM child support once I got a job. It was horrible. After I had given my life for the those children and was a stay at home mom, I’m the one who got punished, not him. I became even more depressed than before.

But in March of 2005, I finally got a good job and payed the child support as was demanded of me. There was one big game changer in my life, however. I married Bella’s brother who I’ll call Alan. I met him at his mother’s funeral in May of 2002. We became very close over a few months’ time and when Bella and I moved briefly to California, I came back with Alan, and Bella decided to stay in California. Alan and I got married in Jan of 2004. So I now had someone who not only loved me, but supported me during the trauma of my divorce.

There were horrible things that happened throughout those years when I didn’t get to see my children because of HER…Satan’s spawn. The woman, if you can call her that, that my ex-husband married later in 2004. She was, or still is, a Pediatric dentist, that some people think hung the moon. While others who know her better, including her own children, know her as a narcissitic, evil doing skinny bitch. Pardon the language…

Until my next post, God Bless