Sunday night, we met at Chuck E. Cheese. I got there early to make sure they stamped our hands separate from K and my father's, just because I was still tense about her running. It was very awkward in the beginning. K and I talked, but my father wouldn't say a word to me at all. Finally, I just started talking to him to where he would be forced to say something, or risk looking like a dumbass in front of A. We didn't speak but a few words though. We stayed there for several hours. I tried to work on some English homework, but every time I would look up, I would freak out if I couldn't see them right away. I know it's highly unlikely she will run again with her, especially with my father in tow, but still, you just can't imagine how I felt that night.
Monday, when I went to pick up A from school, I was told K and my father had come by during lunch and brought pizza for the class, along with a huge ass Dora balloon, and a card. Whaaaaat?? They knew she was recovering from a stomach bug, and knew I packed her lunch every day, but brought PIZZA to the school without even asking me or the school?? I'm telling you people, it's the biggest fucking game to them. Actually, it's more of a game for my father than it is for K, but K is too stupid to know my father's ideas are ignorant.
After I calmed down from talking with the preschool staff, I met K and my father at a local park for our second visitation. They brought her dinner, played around on the playground with her, and gave her a bag full of
We agreed to meet the next morning for breakfast. And we did. They were heading back out of town. My father bought breakfast for everyone (Himself, my sister, A, and his friend), just to show me another way that he was in charge. I just smiled and pushed on. It's not that I expected him to buy me breakfast, but it was very obvious what he was doing, you know? Again, like I said, it's a game to him.
I talked to K for a few minutes over the visits. She's not happy being with my dad, but knows she doesn't have a choice. You can tell she hates living with him. I don't think she regrets doing what she did, even in the slightest. She still doesn't have that motherly connection, and it's still awkward to watch. She didn't even sit on the same side of the table as A when they ate. You would think you would want your child right.there if you had been away from them for over a month.
K has court for her criminal case next week. Her case was transferred to another state attorney, which was a good thing. I like this one a hell of a lot more. After this first happened and I got in contact with the courts to find out about her criminal case, the SA who had the case at the time said "I don't really know the case well since I haven't read the file yet, but I can't see why you would blame her for running. If someone was trying to take my kid away from me, I would run, too." WHAT? I know, right? Needless to say, this other SA is on a completely different page.
Our next court date with the custody issue will be in a few weeks. We'll be going to mediation
I'm hoping we'll know soon if we're going to get an actual court hearing before the end of the year or not. On one hand, I would really like a resolution (in our favor, obviously) before the end of the year, but on the other hand, I will be devastated if we have to send her back soon. It's hard, this limbo thing. I try to give my worries to God, but I can't help but think about the what if's from time to time.