Oh, my word, I am furious. Not unusual, you may say, and that’s true enough - my horrible stepfather just gets under my skin!
So tomorrow is the big day - finally, the day court will be in session again, the day temporary custody is supposed to be decided for the three boys. Mama’s attorney is suggesting a settlement between her and Big Jim with her having temporary custody of Georgia and him taking the boys. If she gives up temporary custody of the boys, she probably won’t be able to obtain permanent custody.
But Mama doesn’t know if Big Jim would go for that, because the boys all stand behind their affidavits saying they want to live with their sociopath father, and Jewell is supposed to testify tomorrow for Big Jim, probably to give witness to her father being a great dad to Georgia. And Big Jim will say he doesn’t want the kids to be separated since Georgia is basically one of the boys. So not only does he have a pretty good chance of getting the boys, he could even get George in the deal.
I hate him. Oh, how I hate him. I want to throttle his neck and wipe his smug grin from his red face. Stupid Jewell. I sent her an honest, loving Facebook message including the link about characteristics of sociopaths and asked her to read it. Her next Facebook status was about how she was eating Smoky Pig sandwiches on the Riverwalk with her amazing father. Stupid Clay, Josiah, Sam. How can they be so damn dense, even if they are still young? Clay’s 16, Josiah’s 14, Sam’s 11. They are old enough to realize a bad guy when they see one, and they know their dad had sex with their sister, and that doesn’t bother them - !
Selfish Melody. I can never respect her again after she refused to testify last summer because she didn’t think SHE could handle. I would have done whatever it takes to help out my familiy, to make sure Big Jim didn’t get custody on those kids, but whatever... you know I would have testified if it had been me, Journal.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
November 29, 2011 (again)
This is me working through things.
What I'm thinking about right now is Wicked Stepfather. It's strange to me how uncompromising he was when I was at home about some of his beliefs and rules and yet how flaky he was about other matters. To us girls he preached unendingly about the freedom we had in Christ and that he didn't condone legalism. (Hmm -if only he lived like that!)
Like he would say that he didn't really see the big deal about females garbed in pants to we three girls, and then when we mentioned it to Mama in his presence, hoping to start a conversation about it, Big Jim would splutter indignantly and say he hadn't said any such thing, and Melody and I would exchange looks of disbelief - we had both been there, after all!
And what was far worse to me than him playing with my mind about our clothes was when he did it about college. See, Mama never faltered from her opinions: she had certain rules she wanted to see followed in our wardrobe, and there was virtually never any hope for me
What I'm thinking about right now is Wicked Stepfather. It's strange to me how uncompromising he was when I was at home about some of his beliefs and rules and yet how flaky he was about other matters. To us girls he preached unendingly about the freedom we had in Christ and that he didn't condone legalism. (Hmm -if only he lived like that!)
Like he would say that he didn't really see the big deal about females garbed in pants to we three girls, and then when we mentioned it to Mama in his presence, hoping to start a conversation about it, Big Jim would splutter indignantly and say he hadn't said any such thing, and Melody and I would exchange looks of disbelief - we had both been there, after all!
And what was far worse to me than him playing with my mind about our clothes was when he did it about college. See, Mama never faltered from her opinions: she had certain rules she wanted to see followed in our wardrobe, and there was virtually never any hope for me
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