I had a meltdown tonight. I have to say, I love my mother-in-law and father-in-law SO much. They are so supportive of me. Never had that growing up, so it's kind of nice to realize at the tender age of 53 that sometimes I am okay, and it's okay to have my feelings. Just to listen and not try to dictate to me - wow, what a concept!
I feel better about things tonight, although I found out today that Pam actually had counter-sued dad for divorce. Last year. Yeah, on March 29, 2010, she filed her counter suit or whatever the legal jargon is for it. His lawyer never told us. Hell, she never even replied to Pam's attorney, at least there was nothing in the file to indicate that she did. What a lousy lawyer she is. I have to sit down and make a list of all the crap she did and didn't do so that I can write a semi-coherent letter to the Nebraska Bar. I can't believe she has the nerve to call herself a lawyer. My dogs could have done a better job than she did.
The weather was gray and rainy today, still cold too, so of course I feel like dirt. This gets so old so fast, and believe me, it's been this way for a long, long time.
I'm missing Hailey so much. Seve says, "I miss her, too". Really? I spent 10 days a month with her, at least 8 hours a day for the past 18 months basically, and he spent lunch hours with her and the overnight stays. He has no IDEA how much I miss her. I think that's why I'm feeling a little bit at loose ends right now. Number one, I don't feel good, so I don't feel like doing anything, and; number two, I'm lonesome. Hailey was so much company for me. Even the days when I really, really enjoyed her nap time, I loved spending time with her. She is such a good baby, so happy, and so funny. She always had me laughing and taking pictures and videos... Just miss her smiling face. Matt called tonight and he said she was feeling much better, I'm so glad. When she's sick, she's SICK, so I'm happy she's on the mend. Wonder if she'll have to end up with tubes like her daddy. I'm thinking she might. Of course her mother is too stupid to think of that. I might mention it to Matt so the next time he's at the doctor with her, he can ask and she what the doc thinks.
On top of all the #$%@^ that was clouding my head tonight and making me cry, when I went out I decided to stop at Dairy Queen to pick up some Dilly Bars to take with me to mom and Bob's... I tell you what... I got sooooo mad. The line outside was pretty long, so I decided to go inside to grab a box of DBs. There was one guy in line ahead of me, well dressed younger guy apparently buying some stuff for a business meeting, he had quite a large order - which was fine. There were about 12 people working behind the counter and there was that guy and me, standing there holding my Dilly Bars. I waited about 5 minutes and no one made any attempt to help me, so I just went back to the freezer and put the Dilly Bars back and walked out. The guy apologized for my wait and I told him HE was fine. It was apparent he was spending more money than me, so apparently I wasn't important enough to wait on. Man, I was ticked off! I don't mind waiting, and if there had been a huge crowd in there I wouldn't have been so angry, but when they could see I obviously had a package of ice cream and just needed to pay for them and totally ignore me - that's not okay.
Steve's really been enjoying Echolink. I really didn't even think he'd notice I had gone out, but apparently no one was talking to him. I was a little frustrated when I went out. I was in the bedroom and he was in the hobby room with earphones on and I could hear the music he was listening to, oh no, he doesn't have a hearing problem. Right. If he doesn't now, he will later! Oh well, his ears, not mine.
It was soooo nice to visit with mom and Bob - what will I ever do without them? Turned out to be just what the doctor ordered!
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Augh
I'm sick to death of this crap. I swear, if I had my way I'd spin a bottle in the driveway and go whatever direction it pointed and that would be that.
Dad paid that idiot Deb Cunningham the money he owed her a couple of weeks ago, which enabled him to get his entire file from her and give it to Richard H., his new divorce attorney. Sounds like that should have alleviated some of the problems we had with getting the documents he needed, but not so. Apparently Pam's discovery information wasn't in the file. Richard contacted Pam's attorney who said it had been completed for Dipshit Cunningham, Esq., and was in that file. Guess what? It wasn't. I talked to Richard the other day and he went through the complete file that he had and no discovery. He suggested we called Cunningham first and tell her the discovery information was missing and if we didn't get anywhere, he'd call her. So Mel called yesterday and talked to her assistant, Phillip, because (wouldn't you know it) Cunningham was out of the office. I doubt she was working... Phillip told Mel he would check the files and around the office and call her back. Another amazing coincidence - No return phone call. Today Mel called AGAIN and Peggy, the secretary, told Mel that Cunningham and Philip had just come into the office, but amazingly enough when Peggy asked her name and Mel told her Peggy was mistaken and it wasn't them she had seen come in the office. It took her 5 minutes to figure that out, however. When Mel said she was calling about the discovery information for dad, Peggy said she had just put it in the mail this morning for dad's new attorney. Finally!!! BUT when Mel called Richard to tell him the discovery information was in the mail, he said he had called Cunningham yesterday and spoken directly to the amazing disappearing lawyer herself and gee, she really didn't THINK she had ever done a discovery on Pam. WTF?! I'm curious as hell to see what shows up in the mail at Richard's office. Cunningham also told Richard that "the girls wanted the house and I just didn't know what do to". OMG, that lying BITCH! We have never, ever, ever told anybody that we wanted the house - because we don't! We told Cunningham time and time, and time again that Pam could have whatever she wanted, including the house, anytime she wanted it. But allegedly she never wanted anything. At least that's what Cunningham told us. Of course, she also told me to send the bills to Pam while dad was comatose in the hospital, but she told Mel that she never told me that. That woman is such a liar - and a thief, considering how much money dad paid her - for nothing. I'm going to write to the Nebraska Bar association about her. They won't give her the electric chair, which would be nice, but maybe just having such information on her will do somebody some good. I'm also going on every lawyer review site I can find and tell anybody who wants to know what a lying scumbag she is. Of course I'll tell the truth and try not to be libelous about it.
Richard also told Mel that he's concerned that if my dad goes into a VA facility that Pam will ask for a portion of his pension. What the hell else can she possibly take from him? She left him $70,000 in debt, in a house he can't afford and also can't sell, and now she wants any money the VA doesn't take for his care until he dies. Fuck her.
I seriously think that probably God gave me fibromyalgia because if I were in good health and 100 pounds lighter, I'd kick her ass around the block and back. I'm so mad I can't even hardly type this. I hate her. I absolutely loathe and despise her and I wish she were dead. Fine, I'll go to hell for saying that, but it's true. If nothing else ever happens that I wish for, I hope dad outlives the bitch. I don't care if it's only by 2 minutes, I just want to see her with NOTHING. Richard also said we can't have an estate sale when dad goes into a nursing home. Okay. Maybe we need to get rid of the stuff before then. Fine with me.
I think another thing that's making this situation so intolerable is the whole Hailey thing. At least every other week I had her to take my mind off other crap and now I'm lucky if I see her 2 days a month. I have tried, seriously tried to be a good person in my life. I have made mistakes, just like everyone else, i'm human... But I'm so tired of being fucked over by everybody and everything that I just quit. I feel like all he joy and goodness have been sucked right out of my life. I miss my baby girl. Matt said when Skank came to pick her up the other night she told him she had to have an MRI, but he didn't ask what for. Dare we hope? See, I am going to hell. I think it bugged her to no end that Matt didn't ask why she had to have the MRI - he said she told him about 3 times, but all he said was okay. Ha ha ha... Like we give a rat's ass what happens to her. I guess since AIDS doesn't show up on an MRI, that's not the problem. At least not yet. It just makes me sick to my stomach to think of Hailey living with that idiot and her alcoholic, psychotic mother. Her dad is okay, but he won't open his mouth for fear of getting it slapped shut by Bipolar lady. What a mess. Good reason not to pick up whores in a bar, they end up pregnant and you're stuck for life.
I alsmot wish I could drink, maybe life would be tolerable then.
Dad paid that idiot Deb Cunningham the money he owed her a couple of weeks ago, which enabled him to get his entire file from her and give it to Richard H., his new divorce attorney. Sounds like that should have alleviated some of the problems we had with getting the documents he needed, but not so. Apparently Pam's discovery information wasn't in the file. Richard contacted Pam's attorney who said it had been completed for Dipshit Cunningham, Esq., and was in that file. Guess what? It wasn't. I talked to Richard the other day and he went through the complete file that he had and no discovery. He suggested we called Cunningham first and tell her the discovery information was missing and if we didn't get anywhere, he'd call her. So Mel called yesterday and talked to her assistant, Phillip, because (wouldn't you know it) Cunningham was out of the office. I doubt she was working... Phillip told Mel he would check the files and around the office and call her back. Another amazing coincidence - No return phone call. Today Mel called AGAIN and Peggy, the secretary, told Mel that Cunningham and Philip had just come into the office, but amazingly enough when Peggy asked her name and Mel told her Peggy was mistaken and it wasn't them she had seen come in the office. It took her 5 minutes to figure that out, however. When Mel said she was calling about the discovery information for dad, Peggy said she had just put it in the mail this morning for dad's new attorney. Finally!!! BUT when Mel called Richard to tell him the discovery information was in the mail, he said he had called Cunningham yesterday and spoken directly to the amazing disappearing lawyer herself and gee, she really didn't THINK she had ever done a discovery on Pam. WTF?! I'm curious as hell to see what shows up in the mail at Richard's office. Cunningham also told Richard that "the girls wanted the house and I just didn't know what do to". OMG, that lying BITCH! We have never, ever, ever told anybody that we wanted the house - because we don't! We told Cunningham time and time, and time again that Pam could have whatever she wanted, including the house, anytime she wanted it. But allegedly she never wanted anything. At least that's what Cunningham told us. Of course, she also told me to send the bills to Pam while dad was comatose in the hospital, but she told Mel that she never told me that. That woman is such a liar - and a thief, considering how much money dad paid her - for nothing. I'm going to write to the Nebraska Bar association about her. They won't give her the electric chair, which would be nice, but maybe just having such information on her will do somebody some good. I'm also going on every lawyer review site I can find and tell anybody who wants to know what a lying scumbag she is. Of course I'll tell the truth and try not to be libelous about it.
Richard also told Mel that he's concerned that if my dad goes into a VA facility that Pam will ask for a portion of his pension. What the hell else can she possibly take from him? She left him $70,000 in debt, in a house he can't afford and also can't sell, and now she wants any money the VA doesn't take for his care until he dies. Fuck her.
I seriously think that probably God gave me fibromyalgia because if I were in good health and 100 pounds lighter, I'd kick her ass around the block and back. I'm so mad I can't even hardly type this. I hate her. I absolutely loathe and despise her and I wish she were dead. Fine, I'll go to hell for saying that, but it's true. If nothing else ever happens that I wish for, I hope dad outlives the bitch. I don't care if it's only by 2 minutes, I just want to see her with NOTHING. Richard also said we can't have an estate sale when dad goes into a nursing home. Okay. Maybe we need to get rid of the stuff before then. Fine with me.
I think another thing that's making this situation so intolerable is the whole Hailey thing. At least every other week I had her to take my mind off other crap and now I'm lucky if I see her 2 days a month. I have tried, seriously tried to be a good person in my life. I have made mistakes, just like everyone else, i'm human... But I'm so tired of being fucked over by everybody and everything that I just quit. I feel like all he joy and goodness have been sucked right out of my life. I miss my baby girl. Matt said when Skank came to pick her up the other night she told him she had to have an MRI, but he didn't ask what for. Dare we hope? See, I am going to hell. I think it bugged her to no end that Matt didn't ask why she had to have the MRI - he said she told him about 3 times, but all he said was okay. Ha ha ha... Like we give a rat's ass what happens to her. I guess since AIDS doesn't show up on an MRI, that's not the problem. At least not yet. It just makes me sick to my stomach to think of Hailey living with that idiot and her alcoholic, psychotic mother. Her dad is okay, but he won't open his mouth for fear of getting it slapped shut by Bipolar lady. What a mess. Good reason not to pick up whores in a bar, they end up pregnant and you're stuck for life.
I alsmot wish I could drink, maybe life would be tolerable then.
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