I know I mentioned that I would tell a story in my next post, and I promise I will get to that very soon, but some other things have developed since then and I'd be lying if I said I could think about anything else.
I am facing the fact that in five days, I will be going to trial over custody and visitation of my daughter. Even reading back those words - seeing them in print - brings tears to my eyes. I cannot believe that this is my life. I do not know how I ended up here. It's surreal in the most awful way possible.
I am sharing this for a few reasons. One of them is that writing helps me vent - it organizes my thoughts, it expels things from my head and sometimes - not always, but sometimes - I feel a bit of relief afterwards. Another reason is to memorialize all of this - how I am feeling, what has happened. I want a record of this so that afterwards, when things settle a bit, I will never forget how I was feeling and what I went through. A third reason is the most hopeful reason - I hope that it can, one day, help at least one other person. Being in this situation, I have reached out to other women who have been in similar circumstances. Hearing their experiences, good or bad, helps me tremendously. It gives me some heads up about what I can expect and more importantly, it makes me feel less alone. Someone else, somewhere out there, has traveled a similar road and made it.
It would be nearly impossible to capture in words, nevertheless in blog entries, what I have been through with F. Impossible. For now, I will update some of the facts about our current status. We have our trial date set for this coming Wednesday. It has been set for about two months. Leading up to that date being set, we have been to court numerous times already - I lost track. Each time is especially awful and I cannot tell you how much I hate (and that's a very strong word, but accurate) being in that building. In that environment. It makes me physically ill every time I have gone there. Each time at court so far has been fairly similar. I meet my attorney there at our appointed time. My attorney and his attorney go in to speak to the judge. The judge tells us to try and work it out among ourselves. We talk in the hallway trying to come to some agreement about visitation. In the past, we were able to come up with a temporary agreement for the next few months. Other times, we get nowhere. We then get assigned another date to return for yet another conference. The judge will then ask - again - if we have come to a settlement. The attorneys say no and they assign another date in the future, telling us to again try to work it out before then. Well, we have used up all of those adjournments and conferences. It is now time to get the case taken care of. (The Family Court has these things called "Standards and Goals" and they state that the case must be completed within 6 months of being filed. I filed in April so by November, it needs to be completed. The judge will not schedule a trial last-minute in case it needs to get pushed back for an emergency, hence the mid-October date set for us.)
In the past few weeks, we have been sending proposals back and forth. First, F and I started this on our own without attorneys. I sent him what I wanted. I told him it was my bottom line - it was. He didn't believe me and sent it back with a ton of changes and additions. I agreed to some minor changes but nothing major and sent it back again. He then got extremely pissed off at me because he asked to change one of his scheduled visitation dates. I told him I would accommodate him for that change and for many more in the future if he would just agree, sign the settlement, and allow us to move forward from all of this. He told me I was "blackmailing" him (the same thing he said when I went for child support). I don't think he understands the meaning of that word. I refuse to fight with him, especially when he resorts to personal attacks and attacks about me as a mother via text. I ignored him and then started going through my attorney once more.
My attorney and I then receive yet another proposal from him and it contained some ludicrous things that I would never, ever agree to (a full week away from me when she is 2 1/2 years old; 24 hour notice to pick her up at 10 am on some days instead of 5:30 pm and keeping her until 8 pm, 2 consecutive weeks away from me when she is 3 years old, etc...) I met with my attorney, we went through it in detail and then sent it back. That was last week - my attorney has heard nothing. Neither had I...until last night.
F, again, wanted to change his upcoming visitation time for the weekend. He is supposed to have her on Saturday for the day and wanted to switch it to Sunday. I explained at court (where he asked through his attorney) that I could not - I have a family even planned on Sunday. My attorney convinced me to allow him to take her Monday instead. I agreed but said she had to be home a couple of hours earlier than usual because I have plans later in the day. F was going to see if he could get off work to take her. I heard nothing.
Last night, he brought her home at 8 pm when his weekday visitation was over. I still didn't know what was going on for this weekend so I asked if he was taking her on Saturday. He said no, that he was taking her Monday and I said, "Ok, but she needs to be back by 1 then." Then he lost it. Flipped out. Got nasty immediately and started asking why. I explained I had plans and he responded by asking, "what is more important than her spending time with her father?!" I think he had temporary amnesia and forgot that HE was the one who had uber-important plans on Saturday and was cancelling his regularly scheduled day with her. I didn't reply because he was heated. I was holding the baby and he was in my house (no one else was around). I said, "I am accommodating you and if you aren't happy with 1 on Monday, you can have her at the regular time on Saturday." He continued to raise his voice and say sarcastic things. I finally said, "Get out." As he was fighting with me, he was leaning over me, trying to kiss the baby. I was backing up instinctually. He then said, "the proposal you sent me was a disgrace, Liz. So I will see you Wednesday and we will let the cards fall where they may." Well that just pissed me off - he was continuing to fight with me even though I stopped speaking and was telling him to get out. I said, "well then I am not accommodating you anymore. You can have her Saturday or not at all." I shut the door and locked it. He was then yelling from outside my house, "I will BE here Monday, Liz! I will be here!" I said, "well we will not be."
Then I was scared. I was shaking and on the verge of tears. That's when the hatred comes - how dare he? How dare he speak to me like that? How dare he pull that shit in front of HIS child? She is a baby. I held it together long enough to nurse her and put her into bed and then I lost it. For the first time, I was scared to be in my house alone. I pulled all of the curtains closed. I locked and double and triple-checked my front door. I called my brother-in-law but he was with all of his kids and couldn't come over. I knew my sister would be home shortly so I stayed on the phone with my brother-in-law until she got here. I hated him. He manages to twist absolutely everything around. He forgets that he has refused to compromise with me. We have court-ordered visitation scheduled. When he wanted me to pick her up 20 minutes early two weeks ago so he could get his haircut, I did. When he had to change last week to go to a Yankee game, I changed. When he wants to change this weekend, I gave him an alternative. I don't HAVE to do that. Instead of playing nice (even if it's completely fake) he comes in here acting entitled and angry and childish. He is then nasty and disrespectful. It truly blows my mind. Then I know - with 100% certainty - that he leaves here feeling like the victim! It's not normal. He is delusional.
Of course today, he called his attorney who called my attorney who reached out to me (so this cost us each no less than $150) about it. His attorney said that HE was trying to accommodate MY schedule and I "adamantly refused" and then "threatened to not make the baby available on Monday." Well, it was partly true. I reminded everyone that I was the one accommodating HIM. And I didn't "threaten" to not make her available, I told him she no longer would be. That's a fact, not a threat. Long story - my attorney convinced me to offer back either his regularly scheduled Saturday time or the shorter time on Monday that I originally offered. I did so for my daughter's sake and for my attorney's. Certainly not for his. I will now have my father here when he comes to get her on Monday and we will see if he mouths off to him. We'll see if he's still such a bully and so nasty. I doubt it.
In the meantime, I have a meeting with my attorney at 2 pm on Tuesday to prepare for a 9:30 am trial on Wednesday. To say I am flipping out is an understatement. I am fighting for my child - I am the ONLY one in this entire disaster of a situation that has HER best interests at heart. He has shown me- again and again - that he has not grown up. He will never put her first - it is all a battle between him and I in his eyes. He cannot see past his resentment of me and it is so, so sad. So pathetic. He feels badly for himself and he wants to "win." He wants to "show me." What he doesn't realize is that neither of us will "win." Our daughter is losing. She is losing the hope for two parents to ever peacefully co-parent. She is losing the chance of having a father that her mother respects.
So my daughter will now spend Tuesday afternoon at an attorney's office. She will then spend the entire day on Wednesday at Family Court. If he "wins," he will get her for a full weekend starting soon. Then she really loses. She loses the comfort and security of her home, her bed, her mother, the only food she knows. She likely loses her trust in me for leaving her for two days and will lose trust in her father because when she is with him, she will know she is missing other things (like her mother and her right to breastfeed). To say it is sad is an injustice - it is heartwrenching. But it seems I am the only one who cares about that.
I will spend the rest of my weekend loving her up and preparing for a trial on my own. I am going in there fighting for her - every step of the way. I will argue about breastfeeding and attachment parenting and co-sleeping and her rights. I will argue about overnights and age-appropriateness. I will seek sole custody because now he will "get" only what a judge orders me to give him. He has lost my respect and therefore anything I would have voluntarily agreed to. My heart is so sad and I still cannot believe that this is my life.
Please say prayers for us,
Momeo and Juliette
XOXO
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