Heigh Ho Heigh Ho... HI HO!

Well, it looks like I am headed to court. Even though it's my year for Christmas....

So court is in about a month. In the meantime, I borrowed money from my fiance. I paid my lawyer and I am hoping that I win this case.

If I don't, I am going out of town for Christmas. Because why celebrate when all I am going to do is cry all day? Yeah, fuck that.

Ad Astra per Aspera.
--K.

The Bleak Gets Bleaker

I wish I had good news. But I don't. As of right now, the only way I am going to get to see my big kids for Christmas is if a judge orders it. Their father refuses to follow the court order. I'm broke, and I really don't have a lot of fight left. But this is one thing I can't give up. He had them last year. He gets them next year. It isn't right for me to not have them this year. And he's got another thing coming if he thinks any court is going to take more time away from the little I have and give it to him. Um no. That's why I get them for school breaks. Because he has them for 9 months straight. Anyway, I really just want him to go away. To leave this planet and let me raise my kids without him around. I really can't stand that I have to breathe the same air. 

Ok, I think I am done venting for now. I'll be back, you can be sure of that. 

Ad Astra Per Aspera.

--K.

Santa Can Go Away

I just need to get this out. I know I haven't written for a while. And there's so much I could say, but I only have so much time and so much battery. Actually, the battery thing is bullshit. I can plug my computer into the wall if I want to.

I have been fighting Ariel and Jameson's dad for what feels like an eternity to have them for Christmas this year. I am supposed to have them. That's what the court said. But their father refuses to let me have them.

So I want to leave. I want to go somewhere there is no Christmas. Since it isn't likely that I will get any of my three kids for the holiday, I don't want to celebrate it at all. I don't care if everyone else does. I just don't want to be there.

Thing is, that piece of shit knows I am broke. He knows that I have no money to fight him. He knows that he makes 12x what I do. AND HE STILL DOES THIS SHIT TO ME.

God, I am so over it.

Oh yeah, his bullshit also gave me stress induced shingles. Most painful shit I have been through in my life. And I have laboured three kids and broken many many bones.

Like I said, I AM SO OVER IT.

Ad Astra Per Aspera.
-K.