Gramma,
Sunday, I sent frequent updates and pictures to Sonny's previous owner. It made me smile. Sonny meets the donkeys. Sonny stalks the peacock and decides against pursuing something bigger than himself. The outside cat is also bigger and doesn't back down. Sonny squeals like a baby when the cat takes a swipe at him. The dogs all have bad breath. I need to start cleaning their teeth. We had no visitors or phone calls. It was eerie. I couldn't burn my hell-fire sized brush pile. It was too windy. A storm was blowing in.
My daughter called. She had met Trashcan at the vet office on Saturday. He said her dog was sick. Afraid he would do something to her baby, she did not call the police. The dog was showing signs of kidney failure. Right away I thought of anti-freeze. He threatened that under common law marriage, he would take her to court for half her condo if she didn't drop the charges. He didn't have a leg to stand on. I told her to bring it up at her appointment with the domestic violence people. "I hope you're going to nail him for this." She reiterated that she didn't want to ruin his life.
Monday morning Girlfriend called and told me all about her mediation session with the soon to be ex. He was livid that she had come in with a list of $70,000 dollars worth of hidden assets. His attorney had neglected to share that with him ahead of time. She had both barrels loaded for bear. He thought he was going to get her to walk away in exchange for her not paying his sorry ass maintenance. She will walk away with about $500,00. He will not be able to live in their nice log house by himself.
He also tried to hide that he could go back to work after his back surgery. There were reasonable accommodations afforded by way of the Union. He thought nobody would notice that he was eligible to collect retirement benefits if he did not want to attend work. She has no pancreas. Her doctors sent a letter stating she should not be working.
He wanted her to pay his attorney fees and expenses related to being sued by the nursing home after his uncle died. "Do you really want to go there Scott," she said. As the executor, Scott had siphoned money from his uncle's bank account and put it in the safe. He knew she would out him on that and the unreported $30,000 dug up in his uncles yard. He and his sisters had quite the dispute over that. I encouraged girlfriend to write a letter to the nursing home detailing the situation. Especially the part where his sister talks the uncle into selling his land to her for pennies on the dollar.
Girlfriend figured she would get drunken hate calls from Scott after their session. Instead, she got drunken calls from his daughter asking "How could you do this to my dad. How is he supposed to live." Oh fucking well. Good thing she has a security system and guns. He is so pathetic that he goes to the food shelf on his way to the liquor store to load up on cigarettes and whiskey.
In the evening, we settled in to watch the Harley and Davidson special on the History Channel. Dave started reading a recent rant against me on Facebook. Then the texting began. He was going to show me. It was my fault that he was losing his house. He and his son would have no place to live. I suspected his dad was kicking him out now that his girlfriend wasn't paying $500 of the $800 monthly rent. I was blamed for breaking up their relationship. He had actually notified her on Facebook that they were no longer together.
He threatened that he would call the police and tell them that I was an alcoholic, pot-smoking, drug addicted. He would see to it that I never saw his son again. He would tell the police that I had guns and I would go to prison for the rest of my life. All in caps, littered with LOL's and HAHA's. Dave called him. He wouldn't answer. Dave left a message asking him if he needed to come over and kick his ass.
I went to bed. A text came in. I didn't look at it, figuring it was another tirade.
To be continued....
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