It had to piss him right off because in his affidavits he was claiming how I was crazy as a rat in a tin sh**house and how scared he was. When I accepted the order, he was forced to accept or it would prove him as a liar, which he is. His strategy of trying to claim I was the dangerous one and lying about everything backfired on him because he has been bound now. I was at the grocery store last night and after I got in the cab and was starting to leave, I saw his girlfriend getting out of a vehicle. When she saw me in the cab, she gave me a look of pure hatred. My husband thought he'd:
A) Get the application overturned and not get a restraining order.
B) Get the judge to send me to the psych ward for a long term evaluation.
C) Get MY dog given to him.
He forgot about option D... none of the above.
I could tell you what the judge's look was like when he saw me shopping in the grocery store at the same time as him. He was in casual dress and had messed up his perfectly coiffed curls. He stared with sudden understanding in his eyes. I was walking, using the grocery cart for support instead of my cane like I was in court, still obviously suffering with each step. He probably had been influenced in court by the lies from the other side and he saw that my disabilities are very real. The understanding in his eyes was that I'd been telling the truth about the Ex. I'd call that an out-of-court moral victory.





and I look forward to a grand weekend
. Come on, Friday!



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