I have a lot on my plate at the moment, and I really thinking I should be freaking out more. But I’m not. I don’t know if I’m maybe just emotionally cut off from my life or what, but I don’t feel like the world is ending.
Let me explain.
My ex-husband has opened a case of theft against me for using the money in my daughter’s savings account. Money that she has earned from her modelling work, and that I’ve been depositing for her over the last 3 years. The idea was to give her access to the account when she turns 18 and say “happy birthday my girl, you’ve finished school it’s time to experience life. Travel, buy a car, pay first year varsity fees”.
With her dad not paying maintenance when he moved out things got financially tight for me. I withdrew and deposited money as needed. I refused to take money out the account for him to borrow, so he ran to the cops and laid a charge of theft.
I’ve provided proof of deposits, my costs involved in getting her around as well as the cost of me being out the office and the investigating officer is pretty convinced that I’ll be ok and the charges will get thrown out.
To that end, I’ve now spent the last few days combing through instant message and email conversations finding every single line where he’s threatened or intimidated me. Once I know the charges are dropped and the case is closed I’ll be getting a protection order against him. This is the 3rd or 4th time he’s tried to get me arrested and I think his end goal is to have me locked up so he can get custody.
I’m also unemployed for the second time this year. I’m seriously thinking this is the perfect opportunity to evaluate what I really want to be doing for a living. Honestly I was hating the last job and I’ve never been more sick in such a short space of time as I was working there. Guess that tells me something.
Through all this I’m just focused on my baby. My gorgeous little girl that I wake up for every morning. The amazing treasure in my life that tells me every day how much she loves me and wraps her arms around me when she sleeps. The little mischief madam who struts around like a boss while I literally have to beg and plead and nag for her to do as I say. My little girl who is my life. My absolute love.