The meeting was comparable to an episode of Jerry Springer. Roofie stormed out of the room numerous times, unable to control their anger. I held my ground and refused to feel sorry for them. Rooferman’s parents tried to calm their son and bring us back to the issue. He basically begged me not to take his daughter and I broke down crying. I in turn begged him not to take the only family I have, while he has a new baby, a wife and two other daughters to live with.
A lot of things were brought out into the open. I told him stuff I’ve been wanting to say for years. I think everyone was shocked by how emotional I got, especially since I’ve always been “the strong one” when it comes to LB. We didn’t come to an agreement of course, but I did feel an enormous sense of relief after letting out all the pain and anger I’ve been keeping inside.
Roofie’s parents looked at me helplessly and asked if my parents would be able to come and offer their thoughts on the situation. So we are all coming back together tomorrow for another meeting. I don’t know what to expect, but I hope something can be resolved.
I did find a beautiful rental in the heart of my new town, within walking distance to work and LB’s new preschool. I’ve basically stopped being productive at work, only trying to think of ways to make my job easier for the next person. So now its time to start collecting boxes, changing bank accounts, rearranging monthly payments, switching insurance, filling out HR paperwork, finding new doctors and dentists and gathering friends to help move.
I hope I can pull this off. The enormous rock in my throat is making daily life slightly unbearable. I wonder if my life will ever be without that impending sense of doom?