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A Time To Answer Some Questions


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Under normal circumstances, when readers offer comments to my posts, I simply hit “approve”, and they end up posted.  I very rarely reject comments, unless they are clearly not constructive, regardless if they are positive or negative in tone.  Up until this moment, I have chosen not to publish comments from either my ex-wife, or her family because their comments have generally not been constructive.

In my post, “One Last Try,” I made one final attempt to my ex-wife to seriously consider the ramifications of insisting that I be put in jail for support payment arrears, a strategy used to convince parents (notice, I am implying both), who willfully neglect to pay their child support.  To avoid incarceration, the parent (usually referred to as a “deadbeat”), pays the arrearage, and avoids jail.  A parent who willfully does not make their payments, then avoids jail by making the payment, does not usually create irreparable ramifications, especially for the children involved in the case.

But for a parent who is unable, and doing everything in their power to correct the support situation, having any other interests than that of the children involved is wrong.  In my post, I presented my reasons that I felt my ex-wife should consider the ramifications that will occur, not might, should she continue to press efforts to send me to jail for support arrearages that I am unable to pay at the current time, but am doing everything I can to correct the situation.

As expected, I received a comment to the post, signed as “Wendy’s Family”.  Rather than post the entire commentary, I will objectively post their questions, and give my answers to the best of my ability (they actually answered their own questions with assumptions which clearly is not constructive for the purposes of this blog).  I must admit, since it was written as “Wendy’s Family,” I do not know which family member it is, or if it is Wendy herself.

I will not dodge any question.  There are seven of them, and one comment.  Most of the questions have already been answered in court, and if there is anything that has not been discussed in court yet, I will defer.  But here we go…

1.  When I lived in Pennsylvania, why did I not pay child support?

This is unfortunately a complicated question.  Technically, I moved from PA at the end of May of 2014, and up until the official support hearing, I was not only never ordered to pay support, but living in the house I was not going to be required to pay any support.  But the fact is, I was helping to support the kids.  In the beginning of the divorce filing, I gave Wendy a certain amount of money, each week, which actually was double the amount that we spent on the entire family of four of us.  I did this each week, as long as my paycheck supported the amount, I gave that whole amount.  But due to other circumstances which I will address in a future question here, there were a few weeks that the full amount was not given.

And I made sure that I dedicated  this amount each week, because Wendy had lost her job, and therefore we lost half of our income.  But then I discovered that she had cashed in her 401k and was using that money for various purposes, none of which were going to household expenses in the beginning.  So I admit, once I found that out, I did stop giving that money.

One side note to this, on at least two occasions, Wendy made claims that I was not giving money for food the children and gas for her car.  Knowing that I did in fact give her the money, unfortunately as cash, there was no paper trail.  I got the idea that I would instead give her the money I was setting aside, in the form of store and gas “cards.”  This would force Wendy to use the money for which it was intended.  This was not received well by Wendy and her family, which resulted in an obscenity-laced threatening voice mail, which I still have on my cell phone.

But yes, in spite of not having been court ordered to pay child support, I did pay various amounts of money that I could afford.  In fact, an accusation was made by Wendy that I had not paid any support including since the support hearing, and I had relocated, which was not true and was recognized by the Department of Domestic Relations.  While not the full amount, for the first three months of the order, I was making at least some form of payment while I could afford it.

2. When you lived in Pennsylvania, you never paid the bills.

Again, this is partially true, but to no fault of my own, rather the result of losing one complete income of a two income family.  For the purposes of simplicity, with two incomes say… $4000/month from each parental unit… and expenses being $8000/month, it is simple math really that if you lose one income, you cannot meet the expenses created by both husband and wife.  And when one of those parents, say the non-working one, refuses to curb spending habits, it became impossible to keep up on the bills.

Instead, and as I testified in court, I chose to prioritize the bills to be paid.  I had to pay operational expenses to keep the utilities in the house first, medical bills, credit, and home (these are general categories just for clarity).  But clearly, losing one entire income would have a drastic impact on the ability to pay all of the bills.  Wendy and her family had a different solution, that I should get another job.  I was already working between 50-60 hours a week, plus running a successful DJ business until major heart surgery in 2008 forced me to slow down the amount of hours I could subject my body to.  But of course, nothing was ever said about Wendy getting a job or fighting for the job she lost.

But yes, I most certainly paid bills, just not the ones that Wendy and her family felt I should have.

3.  What happened to money from my former employer that I received?

Unlike Wendy, I submitted “discovery” paperwork, as ordered which disclosed all of that information, and was again re-stated at another hearing about two months ago.  In the meantime, I am still waiting for “discovery” paperwork from Wendy that was requested many, many, many months ago.  Although I testified to the use of my monies, until Wendy submits her “discovery” to the court, I will not discuss exact details.  But let’s just say, I already know how she spent her monies, and it was not necessarily on household expenses.

4.  Why did I move to another state?

I have answered this several times on this blog.  But since the authors of the comment are the main reason (note – not all of the reasons, just the main one), I will clear things up for something that is not so simple as just dealing with a 72 year-old mother-in-law.  Wendy’s sister and mother have repeatedly threatened and harassed me.  I have every voicemail, text, and email saved.  Their hostility towards me, and repeated interference in my personal life and against my character, made it impossible for me to even consider staying local.  This behavior hit a climax following a hearing in October when Wendy’s mother made threats that she “wasn’t done with me by any means” and was “mad enough to get a gun and shoot” me.  Given that Wendy’s family had followed through on other threats, I had no choice but to take this threat seriously (Wendy calls it “free speech” and that her mother was just mad), so yes, when I visited my children last month, it was with a police escort called a “civil standby”.  It should be noted that police officers do not like this particular situation, and having had a couple domestic murders in our area in recent years (one involving a retired school bus driver), the threats were taken seriously.

Oh, and in case my sister-in-law is not aware, I know you spit “lungers” (phlegm coughed up from the lungs) all over my car, and that you had contemplated on spreading your dog’s feces all over my car.

These are just some of the examples of why, with the hostility, combined with employment opportunities, I chose to move to another state, away from my children.  Yes, it had to be that bad for me to move away from my children.

5.  What about the house?  What about your apartment?

Yes, the house appears to be heading towards foreclosure.  But to be honest, I cannot confirm this.  I have conflicting information than what Wendy is sharing with me.  And now with her boyfriend moving into the house with her, I kind of doubt that the house will be heading into foreclosure.  But with our final part of the divorce to be discussed yet, I really cannot comment further.  Bottom line, this was a house that we should never have been given a mortgage for as it was beyond our reach financially without working overtime, and when we lost that overtime, and eventually Wendy’s salary, we should have sold the house, when I got the final mortgage modification arranged when we had the chance, and she refused.

As for my apartment, many are fooled by the appearance of my one-room apartment.  While its setting is indeed quite beautiful, it is actually more affordable than if I were to try and rent a place back in Pennsylvania.  Because my credit rating has been in the tank since the loss of Wendy’s income and our inability to make all of our bills, I had to seek out an apartment privately instead of through a real estate company.  And by dumb luck, I found my current residence, but I assure you, as I testified in court, the rent is very modest, given its location.

6.  Did you really think you could wait to look for a job until the 11th hour?

Hardly, as I testified in court, and to other county officers, I had indeed been looking for employment as soon as I made the decision to move to my current residence.  And since June, I have applied to over 150 different positions, unfortunately with rarely an interview, and if interviewed, the position ended up being offered to someone with more qualifications.  But even as of this post, I am continuing to try.

But my in-laws are not privy to the information provided to the courts as I have requested and stated my reasons being that there is proven slanderous incidents by at least one family member in my personal business, and my concerns that such activity would occur again.

7.  There are 3 sides to the story… Wendy’s, mine, and the truth.

I actually agree with this, which is why the court had made the decisions it has so far, because the court has decided what is the truth.  But as far as the girls are concerned, the harm being done to them, is hearing their maternal grandmother and aunt cursing about me and making derogatory comments about me.  Or when the children are being involved in the divorce process itself by someone trying to be “honest” with their form of honesty.  But I assure you, their hurt does not come from me.  If they know even the slightest of the things that either mother-in-law or sister-in-law have done to me, they would be devastated.

While they were with me over the summer, and during subsequent visits, I have never discussed anything about the divorce with them, as I choose to let the children be children.  This is in their best interest, not alienating them from one or the other parent.

8.  Who is responsible for possible incarceration?

The question should not be who is responsible, because pointing the blame totally dismisses the impact it will have on the girls.  And that was the reason for my post, “One Last Try.”  It is not about blame, but rather what is being done to correct the situation, and while the remedy has not occurred as quickly as some would like, including me, incarceration has a permanent affect, especially on the children.  As an adult child of divorce, I know what my children are going through right now, all too well.  And when the damage is done to them emotionally, there is no taking it back.  And it will not be me that they resent.

But I am trying to prevent this from happening because I do know, that I have been doing all I can to get employed, and know that with an incarceration record, that will seal my fate with getting any kind of employment to support the support award, which will mean that my children will lose income, as well as health insurance, and definitely face harassment from classmates, none of these things are in the best interests of my children and I definitely do not want to see that happen to them.  Which is why, the only other person who can even have the chance to prevent this, while I continue to remedy the situation on my end, is Wendy.  The court will listen to a mother who wants the best for her children, and her “best” is not an entitlement belief.  The court will hear her request, and clearly act in the best interest of the children if that is Wendy’s request.  But since it is Wendy that filed every call to DRO, it is her that filed the complaints and must withdraw them.  So with this being the only possible remedy at the moment, it is not me sending myself to jail, I am still trying.

Holiday Memories – Santa’s Close Call


The Winter holiday season, while being one of the happiest times of the year for so many, especially children, and adults who take the meaning of Christmas to a whole new “Clark Griswald” level of Christmas, can also be some of the most difficult times for many.  And I am one of those.  In spite of what I had hoped for a turnaround with my “holiday attitude” once my daughters came into my life, my feelings around this time of year continue to struggle.  This is not to say that my holidays have been a complete failure at all.  It just means that I have a difficulty celebrating it either so early, or so extravagantly as many do.  But once the big day is here, I get through the day, with excitement thanks once again to my children, and then I go back to reality.  It has been this way now for nearly 40 years.  That’s right, I cannot even blame it on my cancer, which coincidently I was diagnosed with just before the Thanksgiving holiday twenty six years ago.  I cannot remember the last incident free holiday season going all the way back to 1976, on my 9th birthday this month, when my house caught fire from an errant spark of a match lighting my birthday candles.  From that point on, I dealt with one holiday death of a family member each year, or some other struggle, which took on a whole new meaning once I was diagnosed with cancer in 1988.

But as I said, I am not a total Scrooge or Grinch for the holiday.  I do have fond memories of Christmases gone by.  One memory that will always come first in my heart belongs to my oldest daughter, Madison.

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It was Madison’s first Christmas with us and it was going to be one that even at her age, she would appreciate the magic of Christmas and Santa Claus.  And I would do my best to make sure that it would be a very special Christmas for her.

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Yes, I did what many other Dads did for their children did and dressed up like Santa Claus.  But clearly, after insisting that she get some sleep, and not wait up for Santa, I had to have some sort of proof to her, besides the presents, that the big guy was in fact inside of our house.  And so, after we put Madison to bed, I went to work.  I put on nearly the entire outfit, red suit, beard, hat and then had my wife (at that time), take pictures and video of me, dressed as Santa, delivering gifts under the tree, eating the yummy treats that were left for me, and even stopped to have a little playtime with a dog who was always on Santa’s “nice” list.  My final stop, was into Madison’s room, to place one small gift under her personal tree (the amount of Christmas trees in my house is another post).  All of this was caught on film.  All I had to do is wait for the next morning for one excited little girl to find all the gifts left for her.  She wasted no time.

Of course I allowed her to open all of her gifts first before revealing that it was Santa who brought her the presents.  She was not disappointed.

Then we had the following conversation:

Dad:  Hey Maddy, you know Santa Claus was here last night right?

Madison:  Yes Daddy (very excited).

Dad:  Well, I had the camera set up to take pictures and video to see if we could catch him bringing your gifts.

Madison was very excited at that point and could not wait to see that Santa was indeed in her house.  Her smile stretched from one ear to the other as she watched the video of Santa putting the presents under the tree, eating the cookies and drinking the milk, and playing with our golden retriever Pollo.The still shots, like the one shown above, showed Santa in various positions inside the house as well.

Madison:  Daddy, why does “ho ho” (her name for Santa) have your sneakers on?

Yep.  I said I put “almost” all of the costume on.  I did not realize my camera person was going to focus on my shoes as well, so I did not put the black boot overlays on which would have hid my sneakers.  But the bigger point was this, from that point on, we realized just how attentive to details our daughter was.  You see, Madison, like many other small children, love to walk in their parents’ shoes, men’s or women’s.

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Yep.  She loved wearing mine.  And I took it for granted that a little girl, just because she was excited about seeing the big man in red, would not notice his surroundings.

Dad:  Well Madison, his boots must have been really dirty from climbing down the chimney and he didn’t want to make our carpets dirty.  He saw my sneakers, and must have put them on while he was in the house.

In ice hockey, we would call that one “an off-the-goal-post save”.

We still did the same routine every year after for a few more years, but those times, the camera was kept from the waist up.

As for Madison?  She still has those eagle eye skills for detail, and even just when she is on the cusp of not believing in Santa any more, she still holds on for one more year.

 

Happy Thanksgiving From Paul’s Heart


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Happy Thanksgiving to everyone following “Paul’s Heart.”  I am thankful for so many things in my life, and this blog is something I am not only proud of for the number of people I have reached, but am so thankful for all the support that has ever been offered.

This officially begins one of the busiest, expensive, stressful, and memorable times of the year.  For some, it is one of the most difficult times of the year to endure.  Many families are struggling financially or have suffered personal loss, and for some, this may be the first year that they are going through this holiday season under those conditions.

Others may be in situations that just seem outright sad, going through holiday struggles year after year.  “Paul’s Heart” had its origin twenty-six years ago when I was diagnosed with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.  I have not had a “typical” Winter holiday season since, ever.  There has always been some sort of crisis, tragedy, or struggle to endure.  But that is what I do, I get through it.  I have to.  I have two beautiful little girls who depend on me, and enjoy the holidays.  They do not know why I have such difficulties with the holiday season.

I am not alone.  Many of my friends here are in a similar situation as me.  They are away from family and celebrating Thanksgiving with friends.  And no matter what the meal will consist of today, we will all make the most of our holiday today, and we are thankful for that.

There are actually meaningful football games to day, unlike years past, where a team just shows up to play on Thanksgiving.  At least four teams playing have playoff implications.  I know where my eyes will be glued tonight.

 

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And then, in the wee hours of the morning, another new Thanksgiving weekend experience for me.

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I will be on an early morning flight to be reunited with my daughters.  This will be our second Thanksgiving since the divorce was filed, but this is the first one that I have been away from them so long.  My mother has made this trip possible for me, and for that I am very thankful.

As we approach the Winter holidays, all I want is for my daughters to know how much I love them, how much I miss them.  And just as my past visits with them, that is all they will be told.  I am keeping everything about the divorce from our conversations.  I know this is not easy for them.  And it would be even worse for them, if they knew how one parent treated the other.  The children love both of us and this season is going to be critical to the children if that love is to survive.  And just like every other holiday season, I do plan to get through it, and hope the next year will finally be the time I get to say “Happy Thanksgiving” without following the phrase with “but…”

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone.  Girls, Daddy cannot wait to see you tomorrow.  I love you.

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