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yesterday was amazing. best valentine's day ever, hands down.
it started out at about 5:30am. we had to get up and get cleaned up and presentable because dad had to go to court for the restraining order. i don't know if i told you guys that stephanie was playing victim and slapped my crippled old father with a restraining order so he couldn't run his business. she quickly realized she was 100% incapable of doing so (running the business) and tried to get him to come back on the property to work. he pretty much told her to lie in the bad she made with her son and there was no way he was going to risk jail because she made a mistake.
i should probably prequel this with the fact that her lawyer demanded all evidence my father had on the 12th. dad's lawyer countered with the same, only for the 11th. dad has years of psych records that start out with the therapist thinking dad's playing the victim and blaming her for everything. as the years go on the therapist had received several strait up psycho phone calls from stephanie demanding he fixes dad's meds (she wants the therapist to give him "paranoia medicine" so he'll stop being paranoid; she says "he's taping me during arguments" which he did to show her how she sounds). she also tells the therapist to increase his welbutrin...) and threatening to put him away. at some points she's even telling the therapist what treatment methods he needs to be using. she would vent for at least a half hour, making sure the therapist knew that she had absolutely nothing wrong with her and it was all dad being insane and "abusive." one time she told the therapist that he "charged her like a bull" which is hilarious. my dad can barely walk, let alone charge anyone. the therapist tried to explain to her that psychiatrists prescribe meds but she just kept on going.
dad tried many times to get her into counseling with him but she swore over and over again there was absolutely nothing wrong with her. he also had the audio recordings - hours of them - of her just abusing the fuck out of him verbally. the things she says on these recordings are fucking horrible. we went over them with dad about a week ago and i was close to tears knowing that's what he lived with the past 20 years. on top of all of this he also had the police reports from the most recent time frankie attacked him. dad and frankie's accounts of the event were pretty much the same, hers was waaaaaaaaay off the chart. the responding officer is the one that was there when frankie tried to kill him about a year ago and has seen what *really* goes on there. dad also had many witnesses and accounts of frankie raging out of control and trying to kill other kids (he pulled a knife on one, shot an arrow at another, and that's just the beginning) and a CRAPTON of people that are willing to attest to the fact that stephanie and frankie's relationship is very inappropriate (including the sheriff). so dad had all of this evidence. on monday they received hers - her police report from that night and her word. that's it.
anyhoo, we got up, got ready and met dad at his house around quarter to 7. we brought him a valentine's day gift (penrose pickled sausages - pretty much his most favorite thing in the entire world aside from fresh olives from the olive bar at the grocery store. he hasn't been able to find them in forever). he then got a little misty-eyed and said that it was the first valentine's day gift he'd gotten in years upon years. then he said "i'm sorry i didn't get you anything" to which i gave him a resounding "don't be." i'm still working with him on the whole "i don't do nice things for you because i want you to give me stuff, but because i love you and you're my dad" thing. my older brother and a kid we grew up with showed up shortly after that and we set out on our journey to BFE.
we get to the courthouse (i didn't set off the metal detector!!) and sit for a while waiting for dad's lawyer to show up. steph and her lawyer are there and walk right past all of us. she looks surprised that dad was there with 4 other people. she was all alone. she had my father so convinced that we didn't love him that i think she believed it too. they go to the far other end of the foyer type thing we were waiting in and talk, meanwhile our gang is sitting there making fart jokes and making dad laugh while he adjusted his hearing aid.
dad's lawyer finally shows up and talks with him for a bit, then goes over to talk to stephanie's lawyer. dude comes back with her demands: she demanded the house and everything in it all paid by dad for her and frankie to live in. she demanded the business as well as $3200 a month alimony and child support and a permanent order for him to stay off the property. our jaws dropped. the fucking nerve of that woman. we all laugh and dad simply says "absolutely not." dad realized that he held the cards now and is finally standing up for himself.
dad says that he will be moving the business because their major account said they will not do business with her and don't want it on that property anymore because she continues to sabotage it. the rest of the accounts won't do business with her either. he also says that he will not be paying her the $3200 she requested, he will be paying her the $610 that he gets from disability for frankie as well as his health insurance and that is it. since she has indeed depended solely on him her whole adult life, he will agree to continue paying the mortgage, insurance and taxes on the house but that's it - she has to pay utilities and such until frankie is 18. after that they sell the house and split the profit. if she wants to stay there than she has to buy out his half of the house. there was a bunch of back and forth where her attorney tried to contest everything but ultimately failed :). apparently she cried when she found out she wasn't getting her way. i would feel bad for her if i didn't know what a horrible person she was.
the sheriff is also looking further into the charges pressed on frankie because the kid needs serious help if he's going to have a fighting chance at anything remotely resembling a life. he can still barely read and write at the age of 13.5 - she's still home-schooling him and fills out all his papers and stuff *for* him (this is why the sheriff had to take his police report - because frankie cannot write). he has a horrible speech impediment where "th' does not exist - like "thirty" is "firty." he also never learned to breathe while he talks, so he always sounds like he's going to hyperventilate while he's talking: "yesterday ::sharp intake of air:: we went to the store ::sharp intake of air:: and i saw robots with guns ::sharp intake:: and and and... as you can see here... and also.... and and and...." it's fucking sad. she's told him that he is perfect and there is absolutely nothing wrong with him - it's everyone else. she makes no effort to correct any of this because she's convinced he's perfectly fine and normal and it's everyone else in the world is wrong. he and his mother whole-heartedly believe that his behavior does not need any changing and he's perfectly justified in trying to kill people. he's got no perception of any kind that there are different levels of "wrong." to him there is no difference between breaking an toy and killing someone.
all he does all day after the 2 hours of "schooling" is play video games - primarily soul calibur and zelda games. that is his concept of reality - this is how he believes the world works - as it does in those games, and she does nothing to correct it. wyl once asked him if he knew how to apply for a job after he went off on my dad and us because he's so much smarter than us. his answer? "consult the grand counsel." seriously.
so after the victory we all went to breakfast and started planning how we're going to move the business and whatnot.
then naptime, cuz we were beat.
when i woke up i hopped in the shower then got all dolled up - curlers and all. joey cooked a simply decadent dinner complete with appetizers, shellfish of 3 different kinds, steak, candles and glasses of wine. he added some nice chill music and it was complete :D. it was so nice! dessert was a couple hour long make-out session and funtime of that nature then bed :). i'm always amazed at how romantic he is. i never thought the kid that used to wipe boogers on me and gave me noogies in school could be so romantic and sentimental - but he so is.
so all and all the day was just wonderful from the buttcrack of dawn to a few hours before the next buttcrack of dawn :)
it started out at about 5:30am. we had to get up and get cleaned up and presentable because dad had to go to court for the restraining order. i don't know if i told you guys that stephanie was playing victim and slapped my crippled old father with a restraining order so he couldn't run his business. she quickly realized she was 100% incapable of doing so (running the business) and tried to get him to come back on the property to work. he pretty much told her to lie in the bad she made with her son and there was no way he was going to risk jail because she made a mistake.
i should probably prequel this with the fact that her lawyer demanded all evidence my father had on the 12th. dad's lawyer countered with the same, only for the 11th. dad has years of psych records that start out with the therapist thinking dad's playing the victim and blaming her for everything. as the years go on the therapist had received several strait up psycho phone calls from stephanie demanding he fixes dad's meds (she wants the therapist to give him "paranoia medicine" so he'll stop being paranoid; she says "he's taping me during arguments" which he did to show her how she sounds). she also tells the therapist to increase his welbutrin...) and threatening to put him away. at some points she's even telling the therapist what treatment methods he needs to be using. she would vent for at least a half hour, making sure the therapist knew that she had absolutely nothing wrong with her and it was all dad being insane and "abusive." one time she told the therapist that he "charged her like a bull" which is hilarious. my dad can barely walk, let alone charge anyone. the therapist tried to explain to her that psychiatrists prescribe meds but she just kept on going.
dad tried many times to get her into counseling with him but she swore over and over again there was absolutely nothing wrong with her. he also had the audio recordings - hours of them - of her just abusing the fuck out of him verbally. the things she says on these recordings are fucking horrible. we went over them with dad about a week ago and i was close to tears knowing that's what he lived with the past 20 years. on top of all of this he also had the police reports from the most recent time frankie attacked him. dad and frankie's accounts of the event were pretty much the same, hers was waaaaaaaaay off the chart. the responding officer is the one that was there when frankie tried to kill him about a year ago and has seen what *really* goes on there. dad also had many witnesses and accounts of frankie raging out of control and trying to kill other kids (he pulled a knife on one, shot an arrow at another, and that's just the beginning) and a CRAPTON of people that are willing to attest to the fact that stephanie and frankie's relationship is very inappropriate (including the sheriff). so dad had all of this evidence. on monday they received hers - her police report from that night and her word. that's it.
anyhoo, we got up, got ready and met dad at his house around quarter to 7. we brought him a valentine's day gift (penrose pickled sausages - pretty much his most favorite thing in the entire world aside from fresh olives from the olive bar at the grocery store. he hasn't been able to find them in forever). he then got a little misty-eyed and said that it was the first valentine's day gift he'd gotten in years upon years. then he said "i'm sorry i didn't get you anything" to which i gave him a resounding "don't be." i'm still working with him on the whole "i don't do nice things for you because i want you to give me stuff, but because i love you and you're my dad" thing. my older brother and a kid we grew up with showed up shortly after that and we set out on our journey to BFE.
we get to the courthouse (i didn't set off the metal detector!!) and sit for a while waiting for dad's lawyer to show up. steph and her lawyer are there and walk right past all of us. she looks surprised that dad was there with 4 other people. she was all alone. she had my father so convinced that we didn't love him that i think she believed it too. they go to the far other end of the foyer type thing we were waiting in and talk, meanwhile our gang is sitting there making fart jokes and making dad laugh while he adjusted his hearing aid.
dad's lawyer finally shows up and talks with him for a bit, then goes over to talk to stephanie's lawyer. dude comes back with her demands: she demanded the house and everything in it all paid by dad for her and frankie to live in. she demanded the business as well as $3200 a month alimony and child support and a permanent order for him to stay off the property. our jaws dropped. the fucking nerve of that woman. we all laugh and dad simply says "absolutely not." dad realized that he held the cards now and is finally standing up for himself.
dad says that he will be moving the business because their major account said they will not do business with her and don't want it on that property anymore because she continues to sabotage it. the rest of the accounts won't do business with her either. he also says that he will not be paying her the $3200 she requested, he will be paying her the $610 that he gets from disability for frankie as well as his health insurance and that is it. since she has indeed depended solely on him her whole adult life, he will agree to continue paying the mortgage, insurance and taxes on the house but that's it - she has to pay utilities and such until frankie is 18. after that they sell the house and split the profit. if she wants to stay there than she has to buy out his half of the house. there was a bunch of back and forth where her attorney tried to contest everything but ultimately failed :). apparently she cried when she found out she wasn't getting her way. i would feel bad for her if i didn't know what a horrible person she was.
the sheriff is also looking further into the charges pressed on frankie because the kid needs serious help if he's going to have a fighting chance at anything remotely resembling a life. he can still barely read and write at the age of 13.5 - she's still home-schooling him and fills out all his papers and stuff *for* him (this is why the sheriff had to take his police report - because frankie cannot write). he has a horrible speech impediment where "th' does not exist - like "thirty" is "firty." he also never learned to breathe while he talks, so he always sounds like he's going to hyperventilate while he's talking: "yesterday ::sharp intake of air:: we went to the store ::sharp intake of air:: and i saw robots with guns ::sharp intake:: and and and... as you can see here... and also.... and and and...." it's fucking sad. she's told him that he is perfect and there is absolutely nothing wrong with him - it's everyone else. she makes no effort to correct any of this because she's convinced he's perfectly fine and normal and it's everyone else in the world is wrong. he and his mother whole-heartedly believe that his behavior does not need any changing and he's perfectly justified in trying to kill people. he's got no perception of any kind that there are different levels of "wrong." to him there is no difference between breaking an toy and killing someone.
all he does all day after the 2 hours of "schooling" is play video games - primarily soul calibur and zelda games. that is his concept of reality - this is how he believes the world works - as it does in those games, and she does nothing to correct it. wyl once asked him if he knew how to apply for a job after he went off on my dad and us because he's so much smarter than us. his answer? "consult the grand counsel." seriously.
so after the victory we all went to breakfast and started planning how we're going to move the business and whatnot.
then naptime, cuz we were beat.
when i woke up i hopped in the shower then got all dolled up - curlers and all. joey cooked a simply decadent dinner complete with appetizers, shellfish of 3 different kinds, steak, candles and glasses of wine. he added some nice chill music and it was complete :D. it was so nice! dessert was a couple hour long make-out session and funtime of that nature then bed :). i'm always amazed at how romantic he is. i never thought the kid that used to wipe boogers on me and gave me noogies in school could be so romantic and sentimental - but he so is.
so all and all the day was just wonderful from the buttcrack of dawn to a few hours before the next buttcrack of dawn :)
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