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My Life Thus Far
2006-09-13 01:23:24 (UTC)

I Got Child Support!

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"We are afraid to die because we don't know the day nor
the hour, because death can surprise us at any moment.
Because we fear what comes after death, we are afraid of
finding ourselves in an unknown and disagreeable place,
filled with anxiety. If we want to die well, we must learn
to live well.

The experience of death is extremely important, because
our state of mind at that moment can decide the quality of
our future rebirth. We can even, at the moment of dying,
make a special effort. In the course of it meditation can
reach an unequalled summit, as shown by the preservation
of the body."

Never in a million years, when I unlocked that mailbox,
did I expect to see the envelope I saw. It was addressed
to me, from the Department of Social and Health Services
and even before I opened it, I knew what it was. When I
got it in the house, I opened it and was SHOCKED to find a
check for $25. I know that doesn't sound like much, but
that's what my step-father was ordered to pay while he was
in jail and 6 months after his release (he didn't pay in
jail, so he owes $200 in back support). February he's
suppose to have his income re-evaluated and then it'll go
up. The thing is, I hadn't wanted any child support. I
wasn't expecting it nor was I even concerned with it. We
don't need it. Annie has everything she needs, most of
what she wants, we don't need his money. But, I guess it's
in his best interest to pay it, if he's been told to do
so. I'm going to put it away in a bank account for Annie.
I don't know what it will be set aside for, but since it
isn't needed or wanted, I'll leave it up to her when she
reaches the age of majority. The only thing that concerns
me slightly is visitation. If he's paying child support,
by law he's entitled to visitation and/or joint custody,
unless I go to court and prove that he shouldn't be
allowed to. I don't think any judge in their right mind
would give a convicted sex offender visitation of a small
child. A little girl in particular, when his victim was
the child's mother. That has "bad idea" written all over
it, in every which way. So, I'm not worried about losing.
It's just something I don't want to have to go through.

My day was pretty good for the most part. My quads are
still killing me. I had to take some Tylenol when I got to
the gym, but once it kicked in and I got warmed up, it was
gravy from there on out. I got through my workout with no
problem and spent 20 minutes in the sauna. I left the gym
feeling fabulous. Mostly because my favorite pair of size
10 capri pants are way too big!!! They're a small 10, too.
I've got some size 9's that feel bigger than these 10's,
so I know I'm down to single digit pants sizes!!!

Snookums leaves tomorrow, so I stopped by the exchange and
got his care package. Since he's going to be trying to
lose weight this underway, I got him some healthier
snacks. Nuts, dried fruit leather, pretzels, granola bars,
fat-free pudding (you get the idea). I also picked him up
the latest Robert Parker book (his favorite author) and
some replacement blades for his electic razor. Something
he can't get out at sea. He was so pleased and surprised!
I never let him go out to sea without his care package. I
know if it were me leaving home for weeks, sometimes
months on end, I'd want my favorite things (I couldn't get
on the ship) with me.

I think I'll cut this short. I want to spent time together
as a family (Snookums' in the shower right now), then
after the girls are put to bed, as a couple. I'll miss
him, but I'm not as sad as I have been in the past. I know
it'll only be a matter of time before he gets home. This
just gives me time to focus on my weight loss! That would
be my silver lining to this dark cloud.




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