It's been three months, and a lot has happened since then. One of the happiest days of my life was the monday morning he was served. I wish I could have been there to see the look on his face as he was embarrassed and put on notice that his reign was about to come to a halt. I expected fireworks when he got home later, but I guess he knew better.
I had to take him to court to force him to pay me every week; it's only $150 dollars, but it's something until the judge decides the alimony and everything else I deserve. My lawyer wants to set up a mediation, but there's no way that will happen if I can help it. I'm not about to sit across a table from that Black Hitler while he tries to demean and belittle me on how much I will or won't get, and what I do and do not deserve. The abuse is over. How can there be a mediation of any kind with someone who's intent is on trying to have me killed for the insurance? Yesterday, Nov.4, he had the phone cut off again even though he's under court order to pay it. That shows right there that he has no intention of cooperating in a peaceful settlement. I can't stand to look at him, much less sit across a table from him in a closed room.
This has all been very stressful for me and my daughters. But with Jehovah's help and support, we're getting through this. One day, hopefully soon, he'll be completely out of my life, and I'll never have to smell or look at his ugly face ever again!
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