Anyone Need a Stolen Wedding Dress Pattern?
Posted by thedarwinexception on January 14, 2007
I’m sick today – can you tell? I was up all night throwing up and I have wicked ass stomach cramps. I think Paul may have poisoned me. That’s what I’m thinking, anyway. Either that, or all this fucking stress and aggravation is getting to me. I have Multiple Myeloma, which is a fancy name for this disease called “make out your will”. I also have lupus thrown in on the side, just to keep things interesting. And stress and aggravation can exacerbate either or both of these conditions, and God knows I’ve had my share of stress and aggravation this week.
But the good news is that I can stop worrying about Gary and the Twit, they aren’t going anywhere. Her mother took their car keys and won’t return them, so they are effectively grounded. The NIT Twit called the cops when the mother wouldn’t give them their keys, and since the car is 10 ways to Sunday illegal, they wouldn’t make the mother return the keys. They did give Gary and the Twit a ride back to their trailer, though. So I guess that’s where they’ll be until the landlord catches news that they are there. The mother and I have both been calling him, but there’s been no answer, just a machine. I haven’t left a message, but she did. So hopefully sometime today one of us will be able to let him know what’s going on.
And if the landlord kicks them out, or asks for money to let them stay, well, they are going to be shit out of luck. They are definitely out of money (again), and they’ve burned about every bridge they ever had. The have few if any options after this last resort of “let’s go back where we started 10 times worse off than when we left.” And now they have my sister’s husband trying to hunt them down. I’m calling him later, too, and telling him “They’re at the trailer and are pretty well stuck there because they have no car – go get them.” That might be an effective way to just have the end of them, because my sister and brother in law are really fucking pissed.
And now I’m stuck with *another* crapload of shit I don’t want. I’m going to mail the pictures of her kids and the personal things to the mother, and I’m returning the stolen stuff to Joann’s, but it’s going to cost me a fortune to get rid of their mattress and the pile of clothes and bedding they have here. I guess I can add that to the tab. Or take it out of the money I supposedly “screwed them out of”. That’s what they told her mother – that I “screwed them out of $300.” I think they must be talking about her checks that are still here – but how I “screwed them out of” coming to get them is beyond me. Maybe she thinks I cashed them, but like I told her mother “Just because that’s what *that* thieving bitch would have done, doesn’t mean *I* did that.” I don’t even know how much the checks are for, I haven’t opened them.
Personally, I’d like to mail them to the family court – they can distribute the checks to whomever they think they belong to on Tuesday when they have the custody hearing the father requested. Of course, I don’t know how the NIT Twit is going to *get* to court, now that she doesn’t have a vehicle. But her mother plans on being there and fighting for the kids, or at least asking for visitation rights. I told her that NIT Twit plans on just waltzing in there and demanding that everything just stay the same – you know, joint custody with the ex husband having primary physical custody. In her mind, this is a small change from the way things were before – joint custody with *her* having primary physical custody. She doesn’t see that abandoning the kids and writing a note that says “I’m giving up all my parental rights and responsibilities” might influence the court to determine that she doesn’t have the kids best interests in mind. But she’s hoping for “joint custody” only because she also believes that this keeps the child support checks flowing her way. Which is also delusional, but, that might just be the EST talking again. Because she doesn’t get the whole “child support is for the support of children” concept – she believes child support is just another form of alimony, and that she deserves it for “all she put up with” while she was married. Even my stupid sister tried explaining the difference to her, but the NIT Twit just argued with her and said “The one time I need help from him, he’s trying to stop my checks – that’s how much of a bastard he is.”
But I would love to be a fly on the wall in that courtroom Tuesday. It ought to be quite entertaining – especially when NIT Twit gets up there and announces she has no place to live, no vehicle and no support system in place because she’s screwed everyone over in the last month, and tries to get the judge to determine that she’s stable and sane enough to care for her kids, despite the fact that she abandoned them 2 weeks before Christmas without so much as a fucking “Howdy Doo!”
So, tomorrow I will go through this pile of crap in the living room and mail the personal things to the mother and throw the rest out in the Harley barn for garbage pickup on Friday. The computer and a couple of other things, like the DVD’s and CD’s, and the stereo thing, I’ll leave here inside and either put them in the Free Trader or find someone who wants to buy them and try to recoup some of my money. Or maybe I can put the stuff on the porch with a sign that says “Will trade for a bag of sugar and some Pop Tarts!” Paul would be happy with that.
More as developments warrant, but I don’t think there will be any significant developments other than “I heard some guy kicked Gary’s ass over a drug deal.” And six months from now, he’ll call and be pissed if I’m still pissed, because, you know, “you shouldn’t hold a grudge, that happened a long time ago, and I’m clean now.” That’s typical Gary. Hopefully he will have dumped the NIT Twit’s ass by then.