If I could get through an apocalyptic divorce and come out on the other side more empowered than I ever thought possible -- well, so can you.
Yesterday I received word that my ex-husband is planning to take me to court AGAIN, just one month after our last custody hearing.
Divorced for over a decade, and a veteran of two custody battles, I've learned a thing or ten about survival, and about life.
Why am I investing time, money, and psychic energy just to hear myself trashed in court? And then I remember: oh -- right! Because I'm divorced from a narcissist.
I sat in the ER waiting room feeling like I'd gotten hit by a truck, because I actually HAD gotten hit by a truck, or at least my Prius had.
I never imagined that we would stand together at his sister's graduation, the gash that had divided us stitched together and all but forgotten.
Family law is a byzantine, broken system that serves up answers but rarely justice.
Prince and I have our court-ordered mediation this afternoon. I'd say Israel and Palestine have a better chance of sorting out their problems.
Dear Mama, You are da best Mama I have. If I had another, you'd be a close runner up for second! HAHA, just kidding.
Thanks to the Internet, I now have the likelihood that I will regain something I never should have lost: custody of my son.
I've never felt so at home in the world as I did last weekend, when I shrugged off the urge to loofah, and asked people to help me raise $5000.
I need to raise $5000 for a legal retainer to go into court next week to get an emergency order to keep my ex from sending my son away.
Luca was informed that “this is a new world order” not up for negotiation, and a refusal to comply means he needs “help.”
I couldn't bear the stark reality that I was essentially killing Franny's cat because I couldn't afford to keep her alive.