And, for a lovely end to a lovely week...

(Kill me, PLEASE?)
I get to spend ALLLL DAY tomorrow (today... Friday, now that this posts after midnight... ah, Clapton) two states from here, around people I hate, because of a kid. (See why I just looooove the little fuckers?)

Damn, man.

I dunno about this. I DO know I'd rather spend the day being drug behind a galloping steeplechase horse, but, other than that, I'm clueless. I don't really even know why I'm goin'. Except that George asked me to. Siiiigh.

Okay... y'all think my life is screwy? Check this out....

Long ago, but not far enough away, this guy (George) met this crack whore. (Not a word of a lie, you'll see.) He, being lonely since his divorce, overlooks (LOTS of) certain things about this chick. Like her basic inability to tell the truth with a gun to her head, her selling and bartering his power tools for crack and coke and even her trading her BODY for that shit when he had no tools left and the fact that she already has one fucked up kid, a boy. (Macauley Calkin-The Good Son, I swear.)

He puts up with a lot, does George. The bim gets pregnant. The bim has another kid. The bim reverts to old behavior before kid can walk. By the time said girl child can speak passable English, George finally has enough and kicks out crack whore, going so far as to even change the locks.

He has his little world set up and running. Kids, because she left her son there, too, go to the babysitter every morning before work and he picks them up after, home, dinner, to bed, lather, rinse, repeat, ad infinitum.

Well, crack whore ran out of crack, got bored or something and starts showing up at (incredibly stupid) babysitters house. She manages to convince girl child that she (the girl child) is no longer a virgin and guess who did THAT, friends and neighbors? Guess who that crack whore said did what to whom....

Ya with me, here? George is taking care of HER SON from a previous (drug-induced, no doubt) coupling and she has him arrested for child abuse by getting the 3 year old girl child to lie thru her tiny teeth.

Well.

Pfft. He got investigated half to death, polygraphed, checked out and found innocent, the charges were dropped because the Prosecutor's office and DYFS discovered it was all bullshit.

So, he gets his daughter back. In court, on that day when he's given back custody, the judge asks him, "Well, what about this one?", pointing to the son that WAS NOT HIS.

"Guess I'll take him, too..."

No support, no extra money, just, "I'll take him back, too."

Unbelievable.

Now, I didn't know any of this at the time. I was working for the PD in the town where George was living, but all I ever saw were FTA warrants for stupid shit, like traffic stuff. There was one time he did come into the PD for something and I did my usual, "Hey! How ya doin'!"/hug routine and my Sgt. gave me shit for it. (He was a dictatorial little asshole, anyway, most of the time.) I floored him, by yelling back at him, "HEY!!! I don't know what he's here for, but whatever it is, it's SHIT!!! I've known him for over 10 years and he is the sweetest, most gentle, non-reactive guy I know. He doesn't DO shit that would involve COPS, SAAARGE!!!"

He shut up. Blinked. Left the room.

Anyway, about, what?... four/five years later George is up to his nostrils in court crap, having gotten custody back but still being tangled up with the moronic "after-care" people from DYFS and I have gone on from the PD to the 911 center, quit that, been through one boyfriend and one cross-addicted dickweed and am currently sleeping on my friend Rene's (5 year old son's) piss infested couch, working nights in a diner.

I decide one day to go see George's mom. I've known her for years and I know she'll tell me the truth, give me the kick in the ass I need and help me.

That's when I ran into George again. I was in the middle of huggin' her and asked about him and she said to turn around and see for myself and TA-DAH!, there he was....

I had dinner with them that night and explained what I was doing (coulda summed it up with "Fucking up", but there were kids present) (a sign I totally overlooked, by the way... lol) Anyhoo, George said he had four bedrooms, three of which were being used and I could come stay with him, til I get my head outta my butt. (Hey... is THAT why he's still here? Hmmmm...)

That was the plan. I was gonna stay there, in my own room and, for "rent", I'd "help out" with the kids.

Again... Well.

That ain't what happened.

What happened was I found myself waking up the first morning having turned into "Mom". (Jesus wept.)

I just jumped right in with both feet and did my best, but, Gawd, I could have flown a jet easier.

I suck at Momhood, basically. But, that's not what this is about....

The son who wasn't George's was a twisted little fuck. Both kids had problems, having been thru the system and having a lying crack whore for a mother, and I was not ready. Hell, I'm not ready for "normal" kids, let alone those kind.

The son lied, showed other kids the intricacies of sex by humping a teddy bear and was caught in the shower with his thumb up his own ass... LITERALLY. He had to GOOOOOO. No way could I sleep with that little psycho in the house.

He went to stay with his mom's brother and his wife, in Delaware. (Yeah, the place two states from here that I hafta go to later.... siiiigh.)

The woman of this couple looks IDENTICAL to Charles Manson, in one of his mug shots in the middle of Helter Skelter. There's a page with 8 or 10 mugshots of him. One of them, he's clean shaven and his hair is blunt cut and almost to his shoulders. That's the one that, facially, this bitch looks just like. Both of these people, her and the husband, are scammers. They scam the system, they're trying to scam George and thus keep their prior scams secret and they probably even scam each other, justifying what they do.

(They were really good at hiding this at the time...)

We figured with him (Macauley Calkin) gone, we could really work with the girl-child and turn her ass around.

EL-WRONG-O.

Less than a year later, this child, who professed to HATE her brother when he was with us, tearfully expressed a desire to go live with that bunch.

Fine with me.

Zip, bang, boom... here ya go. Have fun.
(I know I will....)

Fast forward about 9 years, while seeing George and I seperate in 2000, Eric FINALLY GETTING HERE, DAMN IT, AFTER MAKING ME WAIT 38 FREAKIN' YEARS!!!!! in 2001 and us coming here, George coming here and here we all are.

Now, after this kid left and before I did, I in no way encouraged or discouraged George about contact. It's his kid, he does what he wants ANYWAY, so why bother being a bitch about it? Yanno?

Things didn't go really well between George and those people. They played it like they "just wanted to help" when they said she could come. In fact, they said they were surprised it took so long. They didn't want any financial renumeration, just being able to "help the children" is what it's about. BUT... they do need some kinda something halfway "legal" to enroll her in school and shit.

Well, we shoulda read THAT more carefully. Pfft. It's not doing George a BIT of good now, the way it's worded. (But then, neither is this (stupid) kid.) Briefly, it's a document, drawn up by his then lawyer, Ben, giving those people the "control" they needed over this kid to get her in school and be able to get her medical attention, if needed and such. Whatever they "feel is in her best interests...", which is what's fuckin' him up, now.

They "sued" for support. (This was after I was gone, but we stayed friends (obviously) so I know what happened.) They sued, copped an incredibly shitty attitude and now won't let him see her. Now, mind you, due to the strained relations between the adults after the suing for support first happened, George didn't really try to see the kid very often, in the first place. He didn't want to go by himself, there was no way in hell I was gonna go (not only do I detest these people, I had my own life happening by then...) and his (REAL, as in 'natural') son was too young yet to do it at first. If he saw her five times in those years, it'd be a surprise to me. Now, that may sound bad, but it's working to his favor, or damned well should, tomorrow or in a court-trial custody case.

In the two plus years he's been here with us, George HAS made HUGE efforts to see this kid. His son is now married, in the Coast Guard and does go with him. However, these PEOPLE don't even HAVE the kid now. They had her move into a "preacher's" house of the "church" they go to. (That idea makes even me feel faint. No doubt because of the Rev. Janey at my Uncle's wonderful fuckin' church about 15 years ago. THAT guy was facing HUNDREDS of sex abuse charges against the kids he and his wife "took in like true Christians." *shudder* They had no less than 15-20 kids at a time. They acted soooo "holy", then to find out what he was up to... Lord. One of the toddlers even drowned in their swimming pool... I have a story about that house, but that'll be later... Alarms embedded in the glass of the windows to KEEP THE KIDS IN THE HOUSE, not to keep burglars out...)

Mostly what George gets to do when he goes to see this now 16 year old kid is sit in church and maybe talk to her in the parking lot after, with pleeeenty of people around, of course. They do NOT, for some odd reason, want him talking to her alone. (Gee, wonder why THAT is?)

The last time he saw her, the Sunday after Father's Day, cops were involved. Cops were there and this kid did NOT take the opportunity to make her feelings known. (Or maybe she did...) (She did, alright. I just hafta put it that way to George.) She did not say to any police officer that, "I wanna go with my Dad." George swears it's because she was told that if she did go, he'd be arrested, but that's just dumb. There were cops RIGHT THERE she coulda asked, but, she went with the holy-rollers.

After she was gone, the "preacher" told both George and his son that he'd "appreciate their not coming back" and a week later this notice shows up in the mail that the original woman (Charlie's twin) who doesn't even HAVE the kid anymore, wants the "court" to make George go away because of some kind of "abuse" and that he be made to see mental health professionals, or some shit.

He hasn't even seen the kid in years and he's "abused" her somehow? Okay. And, HE needs help? Riiiight.
Good.
You go with that, you silly fuck. You go with your baseless accusations and please, try not to be too hurt when the judge laughs you outta court.

Oh, and don't go arranging any "accidents" for the kid just so your Welfare and Medicade and Medicare and WIC, not to mention GEORGE'S "CHILD SUPPORT", fraud won't be found out. It won't work. And, buying an insurance policy for her will only prove it, remember.

THAT'S the kinda people they really are. I always did know there was something wrong with them, but George "knew" them better (read: longer) than I did, the one kid, anyway, was related... plus George is TERRIBLE at seeing evil, even when it's right there, stapled to his forehead.

Now, due to the initial lying way back in the 80's, I'd not want this kid around ME. Mine or not. Sorry. You do something that fuckin' evil to me, then KEEP lying after I bust my ASS to get you back, I will not do it again. Especially if you do not take the one opportunity you had to freak the fuck out in any way you had to, to get the point across that you wanna be with me. She didn't DO that. If I were him, I'd let it rest.

Hell, I told him that after the Father's Day visit. Things felt hinky to me, then. I told him not to push or they'd feel forced to go further, which could be moving her again, coming after him somehow or even killing her to make it all go away. He didn't listen and now look at it.

Now, he's had to spend a thousand dollars he does NOT have to get a lawyer to find out (again) that it's for nothing, proabably.

The way I understand it is, tomorrow is some kind of "communal" hearing. It sounds almost more like some kind of "board meeting" than a court case. IF this child is there and says she doesn't want to go with him, he can't see her for a year or something like that. If she says she does, he has to apply for interim visitation and pursue custody further. While SHE stays there with them and he has to hope they don't actually kill her.... "accidentally", of course. (I promise you, there is MORE than enough fraud and money involved for that to happen...)

If they don't bring her, their "case" gets tossed and he goes for the visitation and custody.

Except for vouching for the fact that, if she's here, she can come here after school til he gets done work, I don't see why I hafta do this. If it's just the moral support, fine, just say so. But, he hasn't said that, so my mind is coming up with these horrible senarios about tryng to defend myself for having been terrible at mothering 10 years ago. (Oh, it'll help to tell ya that George HAS found a place of his own, right down the road (he'll be moving soon) and that the kid would be going to a school that's right at the end of this back driveway on the farm. Also, George's employer is Jamie, Bill's son-in-law, remember and he lives on the farm, too, so basically, George moving is only gonna cost him more than living here, but try telling him that....)

Somebody please kill me now.

I just reeeeally do not need this shit, okay?

After the week I've had, what with the cat, the lying asshole who did it and all... what an ending for it.

SEE?!? This (and the cat) is EXACTLY the shit ya kinda HAFTA put up with which makes putting up with assholes who lie for fun or profit so infuriating.

Aaaanyway, we hafta leave here by 7:00am. I am NOT a morning person, so I went "to bed" at three this afternoon, kept making myself go back to sleep til around 10pm and here I am. Now that I've got all this outta my head and thus, outta my WAY, I'm gonna tweak the house, get shower, wash the hair, find the thickest King books I've got, make plenty of coffee to take, even bring some iced tea and just be ready to ride for hours to a place I don't wanna go, to be forced to even LOOK AT people I don't wanna see for a reason that seems pointless to me.

Fun, huh?

Gawd... *rolling eyes*

"They wanna ask me, Hank, why do ya drink,
Why do you roll smoke..."
"Stop and think it over.
Put yerself in my unique postition.
If I get stoned and sing all night long..."

It's survival, Ol' Kid, Ol' Sock.
Survival.

Posted by: Stevie at 12:47 AM

Comments

Posted by: Funkalicious at July 23, 2004 01:57 AM (JjOt1)

Posted by: Stevie at July 23, 2004 02:01 AM (hu5R5)

Posted by: Mad Mikey at July 23, 2004 09:26 AM (NmR1a)

4 Sweet Jesus! Girl, all I can say is GOOD LUCK, and don't kill anybody.

Nice to finally have a more clear understanding of who, exactly, George is and how he fits into the scheme of your life!

Posted by: AmyVegas at July 23, 2004 10:27 AM (lBFdX)

Posted by: Stevie at July 23, 2004 07:03 PM (3sn5x)

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