2018 was supposed to be a fantastic year. The year of my 50th birthday. I made a plan to do 50 things that I had never done before and it started out ok. I think I got to about 27 things. Small things – nothing like skydiving or swimming with sharks. Just things that were meaningful to me. But I was still going through such a depressive time that I lost the motivation to do anything for myself so I never finished the list.
One of the things I wanted to do was have a family bbq. It wasn’t supposed to be a bday bash for me although, as it turned out, most were only available on the day after my bday.
I cleaned up a portion of the garden in the back yard that wasn’t being used – it was all just overgrowth and random weeds etc. – and I created a bocce court. A really small one but it was supposed to be a fun thing that everyone could do.
I spent so much time clearing and levelling the area and I purchased astro turf for the area. It was great, or at least I though it was.
Anyways, the Italian’s ‘children’ said they would come and that they were looking forward to it, and then the Saturday before the bbq, they told us that the whore surprised them with a trip to Jamaica. She had a few different dates to choose from and she happened to choose the family bbq day randomly. Sure Jan.
The Italian purchased a great patio umbrella that everyone could sit under. I spent about $600 on food, making sure that there was something for everyone, games for my nephews, soda pop, juice, beer etc. for the adults. Nothing and no-one was overlooked.
I was up at 4am getting as much of the food ready as I could. Slicing tomatoes, onions, pickles, lettuce. My mother decided to assist with making the dessert and I don’t know why but whenever somebody ‘helps’ me with anything I’m baking, it never works out. So we didn’t have any dessert.
Everyone was to arrive around 11 am and we could just sit in the back yard and enjoy the beautiful summer day.
Nope.
My family enjoyed the backyard and the activities I had planned. My nephews were happy to run around in the sun and it made me happy to watch them.
The Italian’s side of the family spent the entire time sitting in the garage on fold out chairs and boxes. My friend since high school showed up 4 hours late, as usual, and most of the food was gone and everyone was leaving.
Except for my nephews enjoying themselves, it was a disaster, and in a way I was glad that the Italian’s ‘children’ weren’t there because then they would just report back to the whore about what a tragic day it was.
So, I decided that I would never arrange any thing like this again. And to this day, I don’t even use the back yard except to mow the lawn.
And to top off an already dismal start to the summer, we were hit with another flood.
I was in bed early that night as I had an event to attend the next day and I wanted to be at my best. Just as I was drifting off, I heard the Italian call my name and I rushed to the basement thinking that he slipped or was in some sort of distress.
The basement was flooding.
I tried to grab as much as I could and put things up on higher surfaces but a lot of my things were already ruined. And I know it’s just stuff but it’s stuff that others gave me as gifts and I value these things above things that I purchased for my self.
I was crying, screaming to any entity that would listen about how much I hated the neighbourhood, cursing the neighbourhood, which I still do every time I walk out of the door or return from being out’n’about.
There was no consoling me.
I did not sleep that night but the next day I went to the event and pushed through.
The ‘event’ btw was my Zumba Instructor Licence training, which was one of the things on my list of 50 things to do. So, yeah…I’m a licensed Zumba Instructor now.
The Italian’s mother, neglected to tell us that since the last flood, she declined additional insurance coverage because it would cost $2 more per month to be fully covered for damages to any furniture, appliances, clothing etc. She didn’t even ask if I would pay for the additional coverage. Of course I would have paid! So because of this, I told the Italian that she would have to replace the furniture I lost and all the appliances.
This time It only took 7 months for the basement repairs but my hatred of living here continues. I know we’re supposed to act/live like we have everything we could ever want and be happy and content…blah, blah, blah, in order sway the universal algorithm to our advantage and attract the good stuff but – damn – enough already.
The rest of the 2018 was meh. 2019 is when the shit really hit the fan.
The start of 2019 was the same as any other year. Full of hope and promise and plans and goals. And we started, or at a least I started, to make plans to leave the ghetto, as I call it.
But the whore had other plans.
In the early spring, the Italian received a notice in the mail from the Provincial government body which regulates family matters such as child support payments etc. As it turns out, the whore decided that she wanted to try to make our lives miserable by lying to the government when the Italian questioned some of the expenses she claims to have made for the ‘children’.
She contacted the provincial government body and told them the the Italian hadn’t been making any child support payments so he received a notice that he was about $12K in arrears.
Did if flip out?. Yes.
Was the whore now in a fuck around and find out situation? Also, yes.
We contacted a lawyer asap and I agreed to pay the legal fees. They served her with a court filing the very next week.
The whore was not happy. She didn’t count on me and the lengths I would go to to protect my family.
I took time off from work to go to the courts with the Italian. I made sure that any information I recounted about the whore and her children to our lawyers was included in the records so that the judge knew exactly who and what we were dealing with.
During one court appearance, we were waiting outside of the court room and the whore’s lawyer was speaking loudly enough so that we could ‘overhear’ him telling her that the Italian would have to pay all legal fees after all is said and done. Clearly this was meant as an intimidation tactic.
Not that his display was particularly subtle, I mean anyone could have seen what he was up to, so I decided that I would play a little game of my own and when the Italian went to the men’s room, I ‘took a call’ from a friend of mine.
I made sure that I was close enough to the whore and her whore husband and their whore lawyer when I said, “I don’t know if the children know that she was cheating for years before she settled on her current baby daddy. If they don’t know, maybe it’s time they did. And if they do know but still treat their father like shit, then they all deserve each other.” I then gave all of them the ‘it’s on bitch’ stare and walked away.
After that there was no more talk of who’s paying for who’s legal fees.
There was a lot of back and forth about what it was that the Italian had to pay for and of course he wanted to support his children, but he also wanted to know what was going on in their lives. He didn’t want to be treated as just a wallet/bank account. And he didn’t want to be blindsided by random expenses which may or may not have been legitamate.
Throughout the court process, the whore continued to make unreasonable demands, like she thought the Italian should continue to support the ‘children’ until at least 6 months after they turned 23 or finished their education. The judge was gentle about it but denied this request in a way that clearly indicated he though it was ridiculous to even ask for this.
In the end, I believe the judge saw through everything and for the most part ruled in the Italian’s favour; but it did take a while, like two more years.
Wicked StepMother 