It's Not Her, It's Him

When my lawyer called me about the hearing next week regarding visitation over the holidays, I was taken aback, not a little bit, but a lot. I thought K and I were on good enough terms to not have to resort to this.

And I was right. I won't say how I found out, but let's just say, K had no idea about the hearing next week and hasn't even had any complaints to her lawyer about me. It appears that my father has been emailing her lawyer on her behalf without her even knowing about it.

This is music to my ears. I don't care WHAT anyone says, that dreadful weekend aside, my sister and I do not have a rocky relationship. We don't hate each other. In fact, every time I get off the phone with her, I tell her "I love you." And I do it because I mean it. Despite her fuck ups, she's my only sister. I want the best for her. It kills me we are even in this situation, but it is what it is.

This brings us into a whole 'nother ballgame. I am going to stop by my lawyers office tomorrow to discuss this with him and to see if we can get this hearing thrown out. It's not my sister at all. It's my fucking father.

I can't wait for that bastard to get a legal notice about his outstanding child support in a few weeks. It's all a game to him, but it's not to everyone else.