Thursday, November 26, 2009

Fuck Me Running



I'm tired. Not so much physically but emotionally.

Just when I thought it was safe to go back in the water, the bitch from hell rears her ugly head, goes off her medication and starts dreaming up conspiracy theories and lo and behold, before we know it, we've lost our boys and we're back in court.

For six months, we've had relative peace. She's sent the odd text message to Michael and I. I don't know why when we have a communication book. But for the best part its been nice.

The children and I have grown closer. Especially Tycen. He's only 8 and ever so adorable. He was the one I thought I would have the most trouble with, but, it hasn't turned out that way. He's like my shadow. If I leave the house to go shopping, he has to come too. He'll take his father out in the backyard and together the two of them will pick me huge bunches of roses, that he brings in with a big smile on his face and says "these are for you Lisee Peesee" to which I'll reply "thankyou Tycee Whycee they are beautiful, just like you" and he'll giggle. Then he'll go off and continue doing what it was he was doing before he decided I needed some flowers to brighten up my day.

Sadly, the last bunch have wilted and died. That would be because they are almost three weeks old and I don't have the heart to throw them away.

It's been nearly three weeks since we seen the boys. Tycen called his father the Wednesday morning to inform him that he wasn't going to school, that he was going to work with his mother and that he wasn't coming to our place because he didn't like me. Go figure. Re-read the paragraph about the roses and tell me if I have a right to be confused and angry.

Joshua, is a different kettle of fish. At times he and I clash. Why? Because he doesn't like the fact that I have the authority to tell him what to do. But I guess that's just part of being a kid. Right?

When I went to pick up Tycen from his mother that Wednesday afternoon, she wouldn't hand him over and some insults were traded, she slapped me and me, being me, retaliated and slapped her back. Of course, the police are on her side and want to speak to me in relation to the alleged assault. Yet, they refuse to speak to HER in regards to her assault on ME. Why? Because her work mates have rallied around her and they've all told the same lies.

For the last few weeks there is a dim witted policeman called Constable Clarke from Pakenham police station irritating the FUCK out of me. Why? Because like most law enforcement officers, he only see's one side of the story and she's obviously a better liar than I am.

He keeps informing me that he needs to "speak" to me in regards to the assualt. My response to him has been, fine, then come and find me. I'm not making myself available, especially when he refuses to believe that she is lying. Even when it was proven right to his face.

Jesus Christ, god save us, if the safety of the general public is left to the hands of Constable Plod and his band of merry morons. When the ex Mrs Macumber called the Pakenham police, she told them I was sitting outside her house in my car. Now what could possibly be wrong with THIS story I hear you ask.

Let me tell you.

Number 1: I was actually at the Narre Warren police station dealing with another matter at the time I was supposed to be outside her house. Her house is a good 45 minute drive away from where we live. The police at Narre Warren even called Constable Plod (alias Clarke) and told him there was no way it was possible. And just to prove it, we took a picture of my car OUTSIDE the Narre Warren police station AND I have a copy of the intervention order that he served on me, signed, dated and the time written on it.

Number 2: The car she informed the police I was driving was actually at my HOUSE parked in the driveway. I had borrowed a car for a few days, it was a completely different model of car. The only thing she got right was the colour. Now that's gotta suck for ya doesn't it?

Number 3: I had not long gotten off a plane from Perth. So unless, I got the plane to stop in midair, I attached a parachute to my back and just floated on out to terra firma, there is no possible way I had done any of the things she was accusing me of.

Did Constable Cockhead do anything about the lies and false reports to the police? Did he give her a talking to about wasting valuable police resources and tell her not to do it again? Not a fucking chance. He just continued to annoy the piss out of me until I lost my paddy and told him to go fuck himself.

Now I'm not a little girl, but I can assure you, neither is she. When I made contact with her, it was a swift, sharp blow to the cheek with the palm of my hand. Now talk about bunging it on! Her intervention order states that she STILL has blurred vision and numbness to her face. Holy shit batman, I must be interested in the wrong sport. Perhaps instead of aiming for a figure comp I should train to become a ninja.

"Everybody was kung fu fighting....ha...those kicks were fast as lightening...infact it was a little bit frightening...but they did it with expert timing"

Maybe she's watched the karate kid too many times or read to many Mills and Boon books in the dunny or perhaps she's just got an over active imagination and lied to the police yet again. And the brainless morons that are supposed to protect and serve do indeed to so, but to the wrong person.

she can waltz into a court house, accuse me of stalking and harrassing her, without me being there and then get a piece of paper that tells me I'm not allowed within 5 metres of her or Michaels son. She also told the court that I have a mental illness (DUH!) and that I think I am the childrens mother.

Have you ever heard such absolute bullshit in all your lives? Didn't think so, but that is indeed what she did. And she's still getting away with it until Friday.

Cos thats when we go to court and her small time lawyer gets to meet my big time barrister who will devour her like a shark devours a severed leg (you get my drift right?)

I will have my day in court and I WILL be vindicated and then? Then I'll contact the media and bring to light the way ex's can be nasty, lying, malicious bitches and how they use the system to screw over fathers who have done nothing but the right thing by their children.

And all this drama?

Because it's me he chose to be with AFTER they had been divorced eight years. Carrying a torch much?

So she takes the children away because they've grown to close to me. She takes them away from their father who loves and adores them. She upsets the routine they have been in for the last six months and that they look forward.

And all in the hope that Michael will leave me because apparently I'm supposed to be a prostitute and a drug addicted one at that! Never mind the fact that HER SISTER is indeed a prositute and drug addicted.

There are two differences between her sister and myself is that I am a brothel MANAGER and I'm certainly not addicted to drugs.

Pot, kettle, black?

So for now we have to go on with our lives without the children. It's hard but its what we have to do because I wont see Michael emotionally broken like that again.

Let me promise you one thing...if you think THIS situation is messy and out of control? In the words of Bachman Turner Overdrive...

You aint seen nothing yet.
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Saturday, November 7, 2009

Up's And Downs and In's and Outs of LJ



This beautiful little face is what has me feeling on a great big UP. In six days from now I will be hugging the stuffing out of her and feeling so ecstatically happy at hugging my beautiful grand daughter and of course, my beautiful daughter with her teeny tiny baby belly.

The baby is due on June 30th 2010 and i am hoping that she or he comes early so that I can still get my flight home without it costing a fortune. I was there for Mikayla's birth and I just have to be there for my second grandbaby and I just cannot wait.

Things have been going okay in the world of LJ. I have changed my medication and the ones I am on now are so wonderful that I'm thinking I have a handle of my bi-polar. It's nice that I'm not throwing phones at Michael or becoming that paranoid, angry woman who looks out the window and thinks the world is against her.

My training has been going well. I made it under 1oo kilos and got down to 95.5kg and NOW, I've managed to get back up to 98.5kg and teetering up and down from there to 95.5kg. I am hoping that when I wake up in the morning, I have the guts to flip the switch, get my butt into gear and at least lose a kilo before I go to Perth next week.

I'm loving the training that I do with Michael. He has really stepped it up a couple of notches with me and is taking me into unchartered waters and pushing me past my limit at times. My cardio is going well. Most of the time. I am doing two one hour sessions a day. One when I get up in the morning and the other before bed.
I'm loving the ASN supplements I am using, especially the Hydro Burn. It rocks and my lord does it give you a kick in the butt when you are training.

There is much I could write about but I am not quite ready to put them into words. But I will. Soon.

I am meeting the lovely ladies from Perth next Saturday, the gorgeous Rae, Michelle and Frankie and I am soooooo excited about it.

Look out for my next post tomorrow which will contain some home truths about what really takes place in the weird world of LJ.

I must admit, its nice to be back.

xox
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