Tag Archives: custody

Silent Treatment

Remember the old commercial for Tootsie Pops? How many licks does it take to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop? I feel like I’m living that with Donkey. How many times to I have to ask the same question before I get an answer? The world may never know.

Outside the Inner Circle

My son was full of boy energy one night last week, and no amount of pleading through Skype stopped him from tackling his sister. It’s ineffective, every time. At least when we are together I can physically separate them and prevent accidental injury. Donkey was downstairs entertaining. No where to be seen or heard. Which is unusual. […]

12 months later

Not writing for a year has done nothing to improve relations or communications between me and Donkey. I’m not surprised. I could have told you that, but now I have 12 months of rancid texts and emails to back me up. Gotta love evidence. I didn’t set out to take such a long break, and […]

Sick House

            “Are you safe?” The question seemed surreal at 2am in December of 2009.   My thoughts barely hugged the sanity rails as the cop’s lips moved slowly.  My hands were glued to the steering wheel, clammy and cold.   My wrists hurt.  I shivered under my pink chenille bathrobe and pajamas.  Bright flashlight burned my […]

I didn’t know it was abuse

I didn’t know it was abuse. I thought when he left bruises on their bottoms it was just an accident. I’m sure he didn’t mean to hurt them. Owies and bruises and bumps because they hurt themselves in his care didn’t mean that he wasn’t watching them. Kids are clumsy and hard to keep an […]

The King of The Four-Letter Words

Time is the king of the four-letter words. Time, the ribbon at the end of the race we will never finish. Three years’ Time has passed since I last locked the door to our marital home. Home. It was hardly a home. A cardboard constructed set, all pretty and done up on the outside and […]

They do not live with me

The guilt is the worst. A momentary thought of joining the rest of the softball team for pizza and beer after the game turns into guilt. Noticing a man at the pool and thinking next weekend turns into guilt. Wondering if rock climbing still happens on Thursdays turns into guilt. Remembering the days of watching […]

I shut the door when they are gone

If you walked into my house right now, you wouldn’t know I have children. My house is clean. Not that a house with kids can’t be clean, but it can’t. I know you know what I mean. When my kids lived with me, my house was clean, presentable, for about 30 seconds a week, and those […]