I get a call from my attorney Thursday afternoon. Not one of the paralegals, mind you, but the actual lawyer. I’ve been calling his office for the last 2 weeks trying to get my summer visitation with The Boy to get put on the proverbial front-burner, since his last day of school was TODAY.
Anyway, he calls to tell me that the STBX’s team refuses to budge on only allowing me 4 weeks over the summer with The Boy (I wanted 6 weeks during the summer). he goes on to explain to me that he had spoken not only with other lawyers, but also some judges who all seemed to think that no judge would give me 6 wee ks and any attempts to pursue it would be, in his words, “throwing good money after bad money”. Seriously, why the hell did I even hire this guy? This first battle was the only one I even gave a fuck about. I could have saved a hell of a lot of money and just allowed the STBX’s attorney to fuck me in the ass this badly without any legal representation of my own.
I spoke with the Old Man Friday and we laid out a game plan for getting down to Charleston and getting The Boy. I still haven’t spoke with the STBX, but I did e-mail her about my intentions this afternoon.
UPDATE: Saturday June 1 8:57 PM
I got an e-mail from the STBX last night. Now she’s apparently saying she wants The Boy back in South Carolina on June 30th. Once again, I’m feeling like Lando Calrissian in that “this deal keeps getting worse all the time”. Shortly thereafter, I spoke with The Auteur and told her what was going on. she was totally sympathetic to Team Rob, of course; but then she proceeds to “uninvite” to the local Emmy awards show in which she was nominated for a student Emmy. I understand what she was trying to do – relieve me of the guilt of telling her that I can’t afford the ticket to the show, but her timing could not have been worse.
The Old Man and I reconvened today (Saturday) and decided to leave on Wednesday after my dental appointment. This most likely means that i wont be able to see The Auteur on her birthday (this Friday) but she already made plans to go to a concert that night anyway, so I already felt like I was playing second-fiddle anyway. She’s disappointed, and rightfully so, but I too was disappointed when I couldn’t see her on my birthday. It sucks, but we’ll both live.
I need to find a new way to cope with my impending divorce. I feel like i’m getting butt-surfed by the STBX and both of our attorneys and I’m not handling it well at all. The Auteur really called me out on it today, saying that I lay into her too much about it. In a lot of ways, I think I do. She puts up with me talking about it far more than she should have to.