Last week I went to my divorce hearing. What an eye opener that was.
I showed up in a dress suit, and, you know, I showered.
My Ex showed up in jean, and a sweater. My MIL – jeans, and a sweat shirt that said “It’s 5:00 somewhere.” annnd bedhead. (which, I would like to point out is NOT at all like her. She’s ALWAYS neat and proper. Doing my job must be taking a toll on her.) I thought for sure my my ex was going to be held in contempt. However, our Judge was late so, I am thinking attire was not on his mind.
So, we waited. Ex tried to make small talk. I tried to oblige but, only to an extent. Would not answer questions about my child, with whom Ex has not tried to contact for MONTHS. Thought my “better half” was going to need to scrape that jaw off the floor when I stood up to revile my short, but professional, dress attire. Ha.
The whole thing was bizarre. I don’t know if it was because I was the only one that showed up court worthy or, the judge just fancies long hair but, he directed his attention to me the entire time. My other half was only asked one question.
Afterwards Ex and I got a chance to speak. I handed over the key to the house, several other things, and a letter. A letter that basically told what I said in person at that moment. That I had already advised that there was no coming and going from my son’s life. That we had a plan for my son, and Ex didn’t even try. That my son was not an object to pick up and put down whenever convenient. That I had given chances. That I have seen the public outings, the photos, and heard of the drunken charades. I have been made aware, and seen first hand that Ex has indeed been “busy”. All these things to have time for but, not a quick text to my son. Nothing. Ex was told “I release you from any responsibility. Going forward, as you have already set the pattern, you will not be hearing from us.” I said goodbye. I watched as the jaw hit the floor again, pale faced and all.
“This doesn’t have to be goodbye.” – Ex
“Oh, but it does.” – Me
I walked out of that court house and slammed that part of my heart shut. Dead. Done. Chains and a lock. I wont make that mistake again.I wont let my son be tormented any more.