I have three different books I’ve been promising for a while. Four, actually. Two are way off track. Two are on track, but just barely. People keep asking me ‘Will there be another Morelville Mystery — and one after that?’ and ‘When is your legal thriller coming out?’ I wish there were an easy answer, but life is nuts sometimes.
Let me tell you a story about what’s really been going on around here. You see, I have this niece. She’s twenty-four, nearly twenty-five, and a good kid, but that’s just it, she’s a kid. She’s a baby who has babies; two toddlers, one who will start school in the fall. Yes, there are two different dads.
My niece is surrounded by a lot of
We spent the past ten months battling in court and running into walls at every turn. The judge who wrote the original custody agreement who had to step down after a DUI. A magistrate who didn’t agree with points in her original custody ruling so he disregarded multiple contempt of court counts filed against the father. A guardian ad litem who is supposed to represent the best interests of the child who was easily manipulated by the father, a story that would take pages to tell.
Life is Nuts Sometimes…
We lost on the primary bone of contention, custody. He got 50-50. We won on all of the smaller points, most of which we know he’ll completely disregard, as he has previously, with no retribution. He’s already doing it. He’s also crowing about his victory, about how the court saw through the lies and the accusations.
The system in this county, in this
What’s the point of having an agreement in the first place if the parties to it can just do whatever they want?
Oh, even better? The magistrate was appointed to the judge’s position by the Governor. The Guardian ad litem? She became the magistrate
I was moved from one office to another in my day job because the father filed complaints against me, knowing full well that I was behind a lot of the fight my niece was putting up. Since I was moved to the office where I’m technically assigned, I had no recourse. In the interim, my own boss had to take time off for medical reasons – four months of time – increasing my workload and time on the job significantly. That has only marginally improved with her return to full work.
It’s been hard to write. No time. Emotionally drained. Physically exhausted. I’m working back into it, but it’s taken some time. Maybe I’ll write about this experience, tell the whole story, one day…maybe.
I appreciate your patience and your support during this difficult time. Thank you. Thank you for sticking by me.