So, it was arranged that he would pick the child up in the park and that, as my H is not here at the moment, a Child Transfer Agent (CTA) was available to assist with the transfer and ensure an amicable setting. Instead, things went drastically wrong when BF's mother showed up.
I asked her to wait inside the car.
She refused.
The Child Transfer Agent asked her to wait in the car.
Again, she refused.
They, BF and BF's mother, insist that their lawyer said she could be present for the transfer if she wished.
No, the court order says BF and myself.
That’s too bad, I am not leaving.
Blah, blah, Blah, BlaH, BLAH, BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH.........
After a minute, I had enough. I was not going to get suckered into another nightmare attempt by them to uproot my confidence and push my buttons.
I went home with both my children.
The CTA called. Advises me to have a restraining order placed on them and to have the court order revised to specify who can, and cannot, be present for the child transaction. He also says he has reason to believe they are on their way to my home.
Panic PAnic PANic PANIC PANIC
I call Jan, the only person in the world I know who may be of assistance. I call the Police and let them know of the situation. I call my lawyer. I call my brother. They arrive.
I call the police, as per instructed, if they show up. Neighbors are all standing on their front lawns watching the scene.
I am told I will be under arrest for 'contempt of court and breaching a court order'. The baby starts to cry, OC is in a state and I, for the first time, am so taken by emotion that I am without emotion. I can see BF standing beside the cop car. He looks over towards me. He smiles and waves.
CTA is called to confer the story I am telling them. Phones start ringing, comms are blaring, the lights on the car keep flashing, the neighbors keep staring. I am released.
It was supposed to be so simple. It was supposed to be so calm. It was supposed to ensure no problems came out of the transaction. It was supposed to be easy. It was supposed to work out.
What would have happened if I were alone? I shiver when I think of the possibilities there. All the things they have done have occurred when I am alone - no proof, no witnesses, no relevance in court.
I did not call my H. He will only worry. He is on his way home anyway. Hurry, hurry, oh please hurry!
The children are sleeping. I pour the coffee, strong. My eyes are red and sore and weeping for sleep. I must fill out the police report, page after page after page.
Must steel myself for tomorrow. Must prepare OC's bag for tomorrow. Must bring paperwork to Lawyers office tomorrow. Must stay strong for children tomorrow. Must remember to eat tomorrow.
Tomorrow, today, yesterday. This must stop.
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