Gimmie three steps, gimmie three steps mister.

So, we pushed and pushed for 5 years and we are right back at square one. We got to court on Tuesday at 8:30am. At 9, they called everyone into the court room and went one by one calling off the names of the people who were summoned to court that day. We looked around and didn't see her. Secretly, I was praying she wouldn't show up and our lawyer would issue the arrest warrant. As names were called off and immediately answered with "here", they came to ours. As soon as our names were called out, our lawyer said "hold". Dammit.

Well, that didn't happen. She didn't show up until approximately 2 1/2 hours late but our lawyer didn't issue a damn thing. We had the male state attorney and the female SA was the one who issued the summons. She would have issued the warrant had she had our case that day. Shit. So we sit there and watch everyone get up and testify, explain their story, and walk away with either a pissed off look, a sad look, a content look, or a hefty fine to pay.

Our lawyer asks if we've seen her. Nope. He says he's going to call her lawyer and find out where they are. He does and gets no answer at the office. He says we'll wait. At this point I'm fuming because we weren't supposed to wait; there was supposed to be a warrant out for her arrest. If we hadn't shown up, there would be a cop at our door within hours to take my husband to the ACI.

Finally they show up and she stays in the hall. Good place for her, the bitch. We find out that her "husband" failed his BCI check (like I thought he was going to. He's only had about 10 convictions in the last 10 years. *eyeroll*) and that he is back in jail for "intent to sell". My husband, to my surprise, gets pissed and says "I don't want my son living with them; I want to file for custody". Well, she was not happy when her lawyer told her that. She starts spewing off that she kicked him out and they are getting divorced and blah blah blah. Bullshit.

So, ultimately we are still paying child support each week because now there is no one to adopt him. Good, I didn't want anyone to adopt him anyways (unless it were me) especially not this douchebag she called a husband. Anyway, the support was lowered since hubby isn't making as much but he tells them to keep taking the original amount for a while until arrears are paid off. Whatever. I was counting on that money to use for his birthday but he blew that idea.

The next step is for our lawyer to file a motion for custody but I've made up my mind. We ARE filing for sole custody whether she likes it or not and we ARE demanding a drug test on her. Period. Plain and simple. She doesn't like it? Too fucking bad, bitch. You're playing MY game now...and trust me, I ~always~ win.


**In other news, I'm up to 250mg of Clomid this cycle (ugh) and 500mg of Metformin. I'm hoping it goes somewhere because if I have to hear one more word about the pregnant girl at work, I'm going to go all psycho on someone. Which is another story for another day.