Rebellious Thoughts of a Woman

Apparently, I am now waiting for a law clerk named Rocky to get some action going. The judge he clerks for has yet to decide if they need to reopen my case that was only closed because they had not scheduled a courtroom on the date they had scheduled my case to be heard, and so there was no place to be heard or judge to hear it. But, mr-ex somehow convinced the judge that I was not there, that I had not come on purpose, that I was not interested in having a hearing on an issue that I had filed in court, that somehow I had asked to be absent from the docket.

Looking back on these interactions or lack thereof with the courts, I can say that I am glad that I managed to stay out of them for most of the divorce and custody issues. Luckily, we, our lawyers and a mediator managed to get a somewhat workable agreement without going before a judge. Seeing how things are not in control there, how they are ruled by the vagaries of too big a bureacracy, and by far too many old white guys, I really am thankful that we were able to make most of the decisions in a more or less controlled environment. Although I bemoan so many things in these agreements, at least it was only between the beast and me, and not some judge who doesn't know us, nor does he care, nor can I be sure that he can discern truth from fiction. I guess it really could have been worse.

Now, on May 5th, I still wait to have a hearing on an issue that I filed in November 2007, namely his constantly harassing me, not complying with the PSA by not paying bills for home or children, and not cooperating in the sale of the home.

I was supposed to hear the judge's decision today or tomorrow, after having filed this letter to keep the case opened on April 24. I guess today is moot. I sure hope the judge likes his breakfast tomorrow, wears his most comfortable undies, and that Rocky doesn't give him any grief. I need a break, just like Rocky. (In which movie did he win?)