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nihil legalis repraesentationem

Okay, I would spare this lawyer.

Okay, I would spare this lawyer.

“The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers”

Henry VI, Part 2.  Act 4, Scene 2.

This quote from Shakespeare is often misinterpreted.  Tonight, I am adopting the more popular, more literal and incorrect meaning of this line.

After not being able to arrange a trip for The Kid to come up during The Old Man’s funeral this past February, I decided to retain another attorney to get certain aspects of my divorce decree more clearly defined.  Around that same time, I began talks with Jabba to make arrangements for summer visitation.  (I knew with The New Guy being born in July, she would have dragged her knuckles through the process, so locking down a firm schedule  for summer visitation was paramount).   She expressed reservations about The Kid flying alone – both for The Old Man’s funeral and for summer visitation.  In fact, Jabba’s reluctance to allow The Kid to fly up for the funeral resulted in him missing it altogether.  She wanted me to pay to fly/drive her up with The Kid.  I refused.  I told her that I would never again foot such a bill for her.

At the time of The Kid’s birthday, we could not agree on a time for him to come visit me for the summer.  Jabba argued that his summertime activities were more important than seeing me.  At that point, I retained an attorney with the hopes of possibly seeking mediation.

Six months have passed and I have yet to see The Kid.  Jabba and I haven’t verbally spoken to each other since my father’s funeral. And my lawyer has done nothing.

To say that I am livid is a gross understatement.

I need to fire this guy, I know that.  I need to retain another lawyer, I know that.  I have to get this stuff with visitation – and dealing with Jabba – locked down once and for all.

I have to see my son.

After my actual divorce phoning in my case, then dying; and my second lawyer basically playing dead, I am shell-shocked at the thought of putting my faith in another lawyer again. At the same time, things CANNOT continue the way they are.

I wish the law was different.  I wish I could retain a lawyer here in Michigan.  I’d settle for a lawyer down South just taking my case seriously.

10 Ways for Divorced Dads to Stay Connected to Their Kids | All Pro Dad

A decent read, and good advice for all the divorced; though it doesn’t say much about those of us who are out-of-state dads.

10 Ways for Divorced Dads to Stay Connected to Their Kids | All Pro Dad.

like a lion in winter

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The original Lion in Winter, King Henry II

It’s only Halloween, but reality is starting to hit me:

Winter, and Christmas, are coming soon and I for one am not ready for wither of them.

The Red Sox won the 2013 World Series last night, thereby ending the baseball season.  That alone has always been a tell-tale sign that winter is upon me.

I really hate winter.  It goes back to when I was a little kid.  i used to hate winter because it meant the end of baseball season.  as I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to realize that there’s much more to it than that.  Back when I was at Eastern one winter, I nearly dropped out of school.  i had just stopped going; and then I stopped leaving the house. It was an incredibly low time for me; a sensation I didn’t have to experience once while I lived in South Carolina.

Last winter, my first in Michigan in nearly a decade, was nowhere near as bad as I expected it to be.  The weather was pretty mild, for the most part.  I was working out and I was out socializing.  School kept me busy.  Alcohol kept me numb.  Now, I’m just getting back to work, living 2 hours away from my gym, and with the exception of 2 glasses of wine on Sweetest day, i haven’t had a drink in 143 days.

but I love living with The Auteur.  i spent a few days at my parents’ house 2 weeks ago and I felt like I was just visiting.  I truly feel like I’m at home living with The Auteur; at least, as close as anything feels to home these days.

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