So I went to the courthouse this morning, perfectly prepared to file contempt with the magistrate IF the date wasn't hinky or wrong on the copy served on the contractor.... and the 4 in the 24 had a rounded OPEN loop that could be interpreted as a 9 by some.... one of the clerks in the courtroom saw a 9. One saw a 4.
The bottom line is we're going to court again, and the contractor will be there, with an attorney, and no one knows for what. WILL the court determine the 4 looks like a 9 and reset another hearing date? WILL the court go ahead and listen to evidence, and rule from the bench that day?
No one knows. All I know is the date, and name of my Judge. My attorney will fill me in later about this Judge, though she says all the Judges are smart, conscientious, and care very deeply about doing the very best job possible. I think they're miles ahead of the Atlanta courts, just from what I've seen with my own eyes.... well... outside this silly keeping up with an elusive summons thing that they didn't know was served, or when, or what exactly the penned in court date was.
Honestly, it's like this summons has a life all it's own, and it's name is chaos. I've chased it down TWICE now.
This morning I've been contemplating what exactly C will do in court. Will he come unglued, will he hear something that clicks in his head, and sends him over the edge? That's his thing.... to do terrible things, and say it's my fault, bc something about me makes him crazy. Mind you, I mostly ignore him, and get on with juggling the business at hand, and children. I'm stoic, that's my thing. I cringe at drama... he's uber dramatic. I understate, he wails like a child for attention.... overstating... hyperbole is his communication style.
So, I'm centered, and calm after SEEING what the problem with the summons is. I couldn't look at it and figure it out, bc I SAW a 4. I showed up to court on the right day. I got my Order.
I got my Order.
There were 2 calls from a blocked number yesterday..... I missed them. Not sure I would have answered them anyway if I'd seen them. One right after the other. It could have been C, and I don't care if it was. I'm not sure if I should write a final payment and put it in the mail today, or just hand it to him with all his stuff I shlepped back at the courthouse.
The girls sniff for cigarette smoke when they go outside the house.... C chain smokes. He's nervous now, he'll be chain smoking wherever he is. I look for cig butts around my yard. None, but I remember picking them up BEFORE this safari started.
So, Tupp... sorry for not answering your questions... I wasn't sure what was going on myself. I filed for a protection order. The C actually went to the sheriff's office and picked up his summons, which is to say he received service, then was obligated to show up on the chosen courdate to defend himself against the Order. He failed to show, and I received the Order for a one year period of time. C showed up on the wrong date, with a lawyer, to defend himself. The Judge agreed there was a problem with the penned in date, and gave him another day in court. I have to show up ready to prove my case, again.
I'll write out the truth... distill it down, over and over until it's clear and easy to speak about in minimal terms.... only the meat, no bun, or condiments please. Just the stuff I can prove, and no PD details that make me appear insane.
This is a cycle I recogni9ze, and it helps to know it runs it's course.... I spin, gather information, figure out what has to be done, then busy myself doing it..... calm is restored.
There's a reason this paperwork hiccup happened? IS there? Am I supposed to be spending this much time in a courthouse again? IF so, why, and to what purpose? I'm attempting to view this without judgment, and just see what happens.
That's a much better place to live in, IME. I guess, with enough practice, we get better and better at coming back to center. We KNOW what's going on, and how it works.
Lighter