Court was a complete waste of time. We didn’t even get to see a Judge. The “Court Facilitator” basically sat us down and asked us if we had all the required paperwork. I obviously had completed everything and turned it to the courts, but Rooferman hadn’t done s***.
He didn’t know he had to take a parenting class. He hadn’t completed his financial affidavit. The only thing he had was his own little angry parenting plan, completely rejecting mine. The Court Facilitator just gave us admonishing looks like “Tut Tut, you really need to agree on a parenting plan, kids.”
I was so exasperated. I’ve been TRYING to get him to agree on a parenting plan FOR 10 MONTHS LADY! I’ve called him, asked him, pleaded with him, brought over numerous different plans, and HE NEVER SIGNED ANY OF THEM! I wouldn’t BE HERE IN COURT if I could do this on my own! I NEED HELP!
Rooferman was definitely in a bubble. He couldn’t even answer all the questions she had for us. Lucky for him, Blondie was there to put words in his mouth. His girlfriend spoke for him 90% of the time. I know its illegal for anyone on the other side of the bar to be involved in a court case, but since it was off the record, and there was no judge present, I guess that s*** can fly.
Seriously, he was Blondie’s puppet. When the Court Facilitator asked if next week was good to come back to see the Judge, he looked at his girlfriend for the answer! It was almost embarrassing. He’s a grown man! Do your own work! Get your s*** together! I wanted to puke right there.
Luckily my boss was there to back me up. She gave me the name of a great counselor who can supervise a whole conversation (wow!) between Rooferman and myself. So I am going to attempt to get him in the same room with me (alone) ONCE AGAIN before I have to go back to court on Nov 5th. If he doesn’t show up, his loss. If he doesn’t answer my phone calls, his loss. If he refuses to meet with me, his loss.
I AM SO ANGRY AND FRUSTRATED, but I did hold myself together. Seeing Rooferman and his girlfriend together made me realize how glad I am to be on my own. I’ve done all my own research, all my own preparation, filed all my own paperwork, and I can stand on my own two feet. I’m not wrapped around my significant other’s finger. I’m not in a dysfunctional, co-dependent relationship. I don’t have someone else’s words coming out of my mouth. I am smart, informed and I take care of my daughter. He can’t say any of those things.
Thank you for everyone’s happy thoughts. Keep a little stockpile for next Wednesday.