I'm sure I've had a post at some point titled "Nightmares again..." since that's the only time I seem to post these days, and by "these days" I mean every six-eight months.
I finally turned my EE in to Child Support Enforcement. I did it last October or so (see, if I'd blogged about it, I'd KNOW when it happened.) He'd disappeared again and I used that as an excuse. See, I couldn't FIND him and the only way for me to find him and make sure he wasn't DEAD was to turn him in so THEY could find him for me. It was for his own good. Really. I was worried about him. Really.
And he was fine with it. So he said. He understood. So he said. And we remained as we had been before, cordial...even friendly.
Then came last week. He called and wanted to take Sydney to the lake for the 4th of July weekend. And during the course of that conversation mentioned that he had a court date on July 18th. And that he thought he would go to jail.
Well, I felt badly for him (as I was meant to) and said, (and I quote..:) "I'd hate for you to go to jail, I wish I could help."
He calls me the next night (this would be Tuesday) to tell me he'd spoken with Child Support and all I had to do was sign some papers, get them notarized, take them to the courthouse and that would mean that I wasn't "actively pursuing" child support and that would keep him out of jail and he'd get his suspended license back.
(Yes, you heard me right, he screwed up and forgot that he hadn't mentioned the whole suspended license thing when he asked to take Hope for the weekend.)
(I told him I didn't think Hope should go and he was all like, "I'm a great driver" blah blah blah. So I told him I'd think about it.)
He calls late Thursday to ask me about it. In the meantime I have called Child Support (for the very first time since I filed because I really didn't want to know) to find out about his court date. Turns out he didn't have to have his license suspended, doesn't have to go to court until October and wouldn't have to go at all but he HAS NOT CALLED THEM ONE TIME in all these months to work something out. They've sent him letter after letter asking him to come to office and work out a payment structure. So they finally suspended his license. I asked him why he thought he had a court date on the 18th and he said he thought he'd seen that date on something somewhere. Ugh.
So he berated me for an hour. He got angrier and angrier and meaner and meaner because I wouldn't say I'd save him. He told me all kinds of horrible things, I can't even talk about it yet. Not even here where I've had nothing but safety. I'll tell the rest tomorrow (yes, there's more.)
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But I have nightmares every night. Last night I dreamed that he was high up on a wooded hill shooting down at me and Hope. That he wanted to kill us both. I do not know how to make these nightmares stop.
I think he'd be happy if he knew that.
He sounds like a scary type--BE CAREFUL!!
Posted by: Margaret | Thursday, 09 July 2009 at 09:21 PM