In order to work through what some refer to as situational depression or adjustment disorder, with some difficulty, I have trained myself to avoid thinking of the worst aspects of the last few years. Ruminating on the past leaves little time and energy for appreciating the present and/or consideration of the future. I have that all worked out. But try as I might to get on with things, I still have to contend with my ex-wife’s attorney and his ridiculous petitions for contempt, obvious attempts at cash grabs by a career lowlife.
God knows what my ex-wife has to do with all of this, but way after the final bell has been rung, the judges’ decision has been announced and the fighters have exited the ring, this mope is still pounding out frivolous motions on his Smith-Corona.
I am due in court this Friday, July 22, 2016, to respond to his latest work of bad fiction before a judge. As few as several weeks ago, such knowledge might have driven me into a three-day trough, a funk deep enough to elicit from me a prayer for strength. No more. This go-round, all I needed was time to outline every bogus move this clown has made from the outset of this debacle and dig up evidence of each. It took me two whole days, but I did it. I was able to rethink the past without reliving it. I got seven — count ’em, seven — pages recounting all his bad faith actions with supporting documentation, baby. I got the Breakdown.
When I step into that courtroom Friday, win or lose, I pledge to put a stain on this fool’s career that an ocean of Shout couldn’t wash out…and it’s not even about spite. I just want to make sure he is less able to pull his…er…shenanigans, shall we say, on any one else. I write “less able” because I have to figure he is connected with enough lower court judges to never be totally crippled. I want every attorney and defendant he faces from here on to know his game inside and out. Forewarned is forearmed.
He has been in the business long enough, but he is clearly out of touch with the current paradigms of the post-divorce family and co-parenting. After a nasty split exacerbated by the actions of thoughtless attorneys, considering the residual acrimony, it is unrealistic to expect that ex-spouses will play nice, even for the sake of the kids. Divorce lawyers who needlessly do dirt to the other side should be dumped at a salvage yard like a fleet of Oldsmobiles. With any luck, he will do every decent lawyer — even the human race — the favor of retiring. From what I have seen of him, that’s not a likely outcome, but that’s fine. For the rest of his life, he will wear bad karma like one of his cheap suits. As they say, it couldn’t happen to a nicer guy.
All things considered, I’m lucky. The only thing I ever did was refuse to be in the same room with the schmuck. Now, not only is he out of ammo and, at the very least, guilty of questionable ethics, but I’m composed enough to face him. No, I’m not an attorney, I don’t know any judges nor am I well-versed in matters of divorce law. What I am is “just an ordinary guy with nothing to lose”…and armed to the teeth with demonstrable facts.