Thanksgiving is supposed to be a time
to be thankful for what you have and who you are. However, I spent my
Thanksgiving of 2010 questioning Brent where my Acadia was. He always had an
excuse like it was broke down or in the shop. My mom pressured me to call
Onstar and see where the vehicle was really at. When I called them, I explained
to the operator the situation that Brent had a mental disease and a love for
illegal drugs and I just wanted to know if she could tell me the location. At
that time, she conferenced called the Louisville Metro Police Department on the
phone. I once again told my story. She asked if there was a way to contact
Brent. So, without warning to him I called him on 3-way. He stuttered around
and told one lie after another. The police told me they would be in contact and
the Onstar operator asked me to stay on the line after Brent disconnected. She
told me not to go look for the car that once the vehicle is started a signal
would be transported to the police and they would handle it from that point.
A half an hour later, an arrest was
made. When the police officer called she told me that the car was recovered and
I had the option of going to get it or having it impounded. I questioned the
part of town where I would need to go and asked her if it was “a bad part of
town”. Her answer was “It’s not the greatest!” So, I told her to impound it.
Monday morning my brother took me to
the impound lot. It was actually kind of scary. The police officer told me that
only I could enter the gates and that my brother would have to stand back. He
pointed in the direction the car was located and handed me the keys. I remember
when I saw it, I turned around biting my bottom lip (my habit I do when I’m
nervous), and Kevin yelled “Just go get it! There’s nothing I can do! Pull it
up here by my truck!” As I got closer, I noticed that the tint on my windows
were so black you couldn’t see inside. Even the windshield! I opened the door
and my body literally went into shock. I started bawling crying and couldn’t
control the shaking. As I turned on the car, even the music was creepy. There
was needles every where, blood on the doors, about 50 pre-paid cell phones, cigars
in the cup holders, some of my jewelry, a transmission in the back, pictures of
naked ladies, and just pure filth everywhere. And underneath it all, was my
children’s toys they left behind. On the dash a pizza was there untouched and 2
20oz bottles of pop in the passenger’s seat. The car drove like shit! When I
finally got to my brother, he just looked at me and said “get out … I’ll drive
that car, you take my truck!” I followed him out to his and Suzie’s house where
we decided to house the car until we figured out our next move. It was later
picked up and transported to the local GMC dealership where the insurance
company estimated over $13,000 in repair to be completed. The whole inside
basically had to be gutted. All of the headliner, cushions, seat covers,
carpet, and whatever else had to be replaced. I was hoping the insurance
company would total it out, but it slightly missed the 60% of what it was worth
mark so they moved on with the repairs.
Brent found out where the vehicle was
at and took the unit without all of the repairs being finalized. In the mail, a
letter advising me of the court date that I had to attend came. It stated the
guy’s name of who was arrested and what charges he was facing. I was terrified
to go. I called the arresting officer and explained to him that I was terrified
of the dealers and that if I showed up at court, they would know who I was. It
didn’t matter I had to be in attendance. Thank God, Bob, went with me. The
dude’s like 7 feet tall and not too many people messed with him. I asked around
and was able to get a good description of what this drug dealer looked like, so
when he entered the area outside the court room – I knew exactly who he was. He
brought along his entourage to intimidate me. I sat with my back to them and
was scared to death. The arresting officer started yelling out my name, but I
didn’t respond in fear. When he walked in a small conference room, I entered
and introduced myself. They asked me some questions, then the prosecuting attorney
came in and some other people. Basically, they told me that my husband had
traded the vehicle for “something” and they were going to drop the charges and
since he served a few nights in jail that they would call it even for the remainder
of his charges. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I just seriously put
mine and Bob’s life in danger and this dude just gets a slap on the wrist. I
was starting to give up on the whole judicial system.
I knew I had to buckle down and get
out of this mess, so I was on the hunt for a new lawyer. In dealing with
Brent’s, I needed a woman who understands, who was aggressive, and easy to talk
too! I’m talking balls to the wall type person. And I thank God everyday I
found her! I was very depressed and let time get away from me, so it wasn’t
until August that I finally took action.
Louisville is a small town; some body
always knows some body. I started asking around for attorney referrals. My
brother, Kevin, happened to work with Brian who I used to hang out with back in
the day. His mother was a sheriff at the court house and she recommended two.
One of the names stood out to me, so I gave her a call to talk to her. My first
impression was “oh no, she’s probably heard about this case and isn’t
interested.” I’ve literally been told by several attorney’s that Brent and his
ex wife’s divorce case was the laughing stock of the court house. She set up an
appointment for me to meet with her the following day. I will be honest, the
thought crossed my mind to just not go, let him go his way and I would go mine.
I felt the system has worked against me this far. But, that wasn’t realistic so
I found myself the next afternoon in this woman’s office. Her secretary was so
sweet and made that initial visit less painful. When I got into the lawyers
office, she listened – not like an attorney, but like some one who could
relate, maybe a friend. I don’t know. She started typing up motions one after
another and looking into Brent’s court records. I told her about his attorney
and she said “Oh, I love her! Don’t take it personal, honey. You aren’t a gold
digger if you are driving around in your parents’ car and living out of their
basement. It’s just a tactic.” When I left her office, I knew I made the right
choice. This was the woman I wanted to represent me! I couldn’t wait for her to
get a hold of Brent! Finally, for the first time I felt a victory was going to
come my way! The following motions were made:
·
Motion
for Respondent (Brent) to turnover tax information for 2010
·
Motion
for Respondent to turnover Petitioner’s (me) belongings
·
Motion
for Respondent to pay tuition for minor children
·
Motion
to restrict Respondents visitation
·
Motion
for advance of attorney fees
·
Motion
for immediate child support
Over the course of that time, some
skeleton’s came out of the closet. I found out that when Brent was in the rehab
in Florida, he met another woman and had an affair with her as well. I can’t
tell you how many times I made that embarrassing doctor’s visit to check for
STD’s and AIDS. I am happy to tell you that I’m clean and would never submit
myself to his nasty ways again!
Brent threatened me several times
that he was throwing all of my belongings in the dumpster and/or have a garage
sale. There was a rumor that an armed drug dealer was working out of the house.
Tommy was accepted to the same school
Casie attended the year before and Brent would hold the tuition over my head.
Like, “if you spend the weekend with me, I’ll pay their tuition” or “if you do
this … or buy me this, I will pay the children’s tuition.” Wow! What did he
think I was one of his whores?!? There were times that I did feel sorry for him
when he would call me saying he hasn’t ate in days and I would order him a
pizza. Other then that, I was catching on to his dirty ways! We had separate bank
accounts so I wasn’t worried about him getting my money. The only money I had
coming in was what each child got from Social Security through Brent’s
disability benefit; which is $199 a child, per month. I also get what’s called
spouses benefits since I have a child in my care under a certain age. That
money will stop once the divorce is final. We are talking $798 a month and $624
of it goes to Casie and Tommy’s school.
One day, Brent’s bank statement came
to my parents’ house on accident. I opened it and was disgusted with what I
saw. He went through $10,000 in one month!!! Ten thousand dollars! And I
literally have $174 left over every month to live on for me and the three
children. I was literally selling anything of value that I had just to get by.
I did go into that house once during
the year that I was gone and most of the electronics, valuables, and what not
were gone. He told me that he traded them for drugs. The house was bare. Places
where TV’s once hung on the wall were empty. My parents had bought us a 70 inch
flat screen – it was gone. My Movado watch – gone! The WII – gone. You name it,
it was gone! My sweet little step daughters dinosaur piggy bank – smashed and
emptied!
The judge ordered us to a hearing in
October and referred us to mediation. If an agreement cannot be reached, we
will continue to the hearing in October.
Do you think when mediation came
around, we were going to agree?!? Nope! Actually, we spoke before and came to an
agreement and had my attorney draw up the paperwork. But, when Brent showed up –
it was a totally different story! However, we did come to some agreements and
not on some others.
It was agreed upon that the $624 for
the children’s tuition would come from my account over the ten months of
payments. Brent would pay me $424 per month by depositing that amount in my
checking account once I began treatment for (in Brent’s words) depression/anxiety,
over spending, and honesty. And that his attorney would have access to my
records. (I did get help for the depression/anxiety, but haven’t seen a penny
towards the tuition as of today.)
Brent was to maintain medical
insurance on the children and that uncovered medical expenses shall be paid
pursuant to the statue. He was to maintain insurance on me until entry of the
divorce. (Yeah, right!)
Provided that he was clean and sober,
he may attend any of the children’s school parties, parent-teacher conferences,
open houses, field trips, and/or lunches with the children, as long as he
completes the criminal background check and education classes that the school
requires! (Great, just what every parent wants to hear!)
We agreed to supervise visitation,
with my parents being the supervisors, until the court would rule on that at
the hearing. (He only showed up when it was convenient for him.)
Neither party would enter the other’s
home prior to a written agreement nor is there anyone to take residency in the
marital home until my name has been removed from the deed. (He already has had
two different women living there – one of those was the one from Florida rehab.
That’s a match made in heaven if you ask me!)
I shall continue receiving the
children’s money they receive from Brent’s Social Security benefits, plus he
would pay me $200 more a month until the judge decides what the calculations
should be. (Yep, haven’t seen a penny of that either!)
When the discussion of a hair
follicle test arose, Brent had guilty all over his face. My attorney had to
tell him several times that it was mediation and not a counseling session. His
own lawyer even said “Brent, she doesn’t want you! She wants a divorce. Get
over it.” They asked me several times if I was moving forward with the divorce
or if there was a chance of reconciliation. I stood by my decision then, I
stand by it today, and will always stand by it – I want a divorce! Everything
else moved to the hearing.
Ironically, Brent checked himself
into a mental hospital on October 9th so the judge postponed it
another month, yet awarded attorney fees.
My depression got very severe at that
point. I remember spending many nights crying my eyes out to my mom that I just
wanted to die. I even went to the extent of researching a quick and easy way to
get out of this world. At that point, I had alienated myself from everyone. I
remember telling my parents that I didn’t want anyone to know anything. It was
my life and I was embarrassed. I missed so many big events; one in particular
was my cousin’s wedding. She and I were always so close and we went through so
much together – we were more like sisters! I love her dearly, but I couldn’t
stand the thought of being around people. It terrified me. I just wanted to be
alone. Most nights I cried myself to sleep. The thought of, “wow, I’m a fat
blob who turned my husband into a crack head” crossed my mind. I didn’t have
two pennies to rub together. My health wasn’t the greatest either. I was
diagnosed with hypothyroidism in 2007 and just started seeing a specialist
because getting the medications regulated was pretty close to impossible. If
you aren’t familiar with that condition, it basically slows your metabolism to
a snails paste and your ass gains 20 pounds by just looking at food! I was
recently diagnosed with diabetes. The doctor put me on insulin shots and my body
rejected it, to the point of I was throwing up every waking second of the day.
I started having kidney stones, which might I add is more painful then giving
birth. The depression had a hold of me so bad that I didn’t care what I looked
like. I didn’t wear makeup because I felt it was such a waste of time – there wasn’t
enough makeup in this world to cover me! With my weight rising, I didn’t wear
anything other then sweat pants/shirts. What was the point? I couldn’t impress
someone if I tried. These are just a few of the thoughts that crossed my mind.
Seeking the help from a professional was way overdue. I found some one that was
easy to open up to, a Psychologist. Yet, when I found out that Brent’s attorney
would have access to my files – I quit going. I reached out to the priest at my
children’s school. He was amazing. He went through the same thing I was going
through with an addicted loved one and explained “co-dependency” to me. Everything
suddenly clicked, I was always there cleaning up Brent’s mess that I lost me!
Co-dependency was playing me like a fool. That first visit to him was a good
swift kick in the butt to get me back on track. I was afraid how my children
would be treated and didn’t want people knowing what was going on. He looked at
me and simply said “Why? That’s his problem, not yours or your children!” He
was right! I will forever be grateful to him. I finally found the courage to talk
to people and you wouldn’t believe the people that are out there that is going
through the same thing. It’s devastating. The parents of my children’s friends
were very kind and accepting of what has taken place in their lives.
During drug awareness week, Casie
asked me if she could talk about her dad. I suggested that it was always good
to talk to people that she trusted, but in that situation it would be best if
she didn’t blurt it out in front of the class. Yet, maybe pull the teacher
aside and talk to her privately. Of course I had to make a mad dash into the
school to give the teacher the heads up. She was so sweet!
Tommy didn’t adjust so well to
school. He cried most mornings, which literally broke my heart. The teacher he
has is the teacher Casie had last year, so I felt a lot of comfort in knowing
he was in good hands. On several occasions, he came home with “sad notes”. I
didn’t even know there was such thing. Casie never had one! But, leave it to my
boy. One day it was for biting, the next day it was for fighting, and then one
for peeing on a child! I was ready to flip. Apparently, when the boys were in
the bathroom, my little man thought it was funny to aim it at his buddies. Yes,
I would be angry if I was the “other” kid’s parent. I didn’t know how to handle
it. I’m a single mother and had to potty train a little boy. I figured throwing
a Cheerio in the toilet and saying “aim for that” is all I needed to do.
The re-scheduled hearings came
around, and guess what? Brent was back in the mental facility. Convenient,
huh?!? His attorney ended up withdrawing as counsel and he hired someone new.
Well, not really. He re-hired an attorney he used with his first divorce who
happened to quit Brent for stealing a document from the court room. So, once again the hearing got rescheduled.
The judge wasn’t thrilled about it and said this was going to happen in
December with or without Brent.
There’s a twist to that hospital
stay, Brent gave the keys to my mom to take care of the dog. It was time for me
to get what was rightfully mine!!!!! I was on a mission!!!!
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