shoot my wife and children.  They really have the Judge believing this,  they are such good dramatic actors.  Aside for the fact that I love my wife and children and have never even thought about shooting them, why would I have to drive all the way down to Arkansas for a gun, when Chicago’s alleys are filled with loaded guns these days?

 

April and May.  Dayton came by for Easter Dinner.  Have not had contact with Dayton since Christmas day.  There are a few more deaths close to our family(s).  Not a good year for the living.  May 1st  comes and goes.  Supervised  Child Visitation is suppose to end at 5:00PM (see January above), but Ann’s lawyer convinces our Lady Judge to keep Supervised Visitation active forever,  making it difficult to spend any quality time with Dayton anymore.  Now instead of the old structured visitation schedule we had of, every other week a MINIMUM or MAXIMUM  (Ann and her lawyer still thinks these 2 words mean exactly the same thing) of 48 hours Daydee time;  We’re now lucky to spend 3 hours of  Daddy time with Dayton every 3 or so months.  In fact I did NOT have ANY contact with Dayton from Easter through my Birthday at the end of May.  Ann says it’s because of my poor movie choices, but whom do you really think she is traumatizing and hurting here?   Soon Dayton will get into his teen years, and she’ll find out.  Then what’s Ann going to do?  Ask the old Daddy retired guy, to take his youngest child back that she broke, because she can’t handle Dayton anymore?  Deja vu, sound familiar, hmmmmm…  Emily graduated from RB High School on May 25th.  Me and Paul attended the commencement ceremony, and I took a few pictures with Emily afterwards.

 

June thru August.  This summer we did not go to our WI. Cottage or any where on away vacations, due to the E.H.M. home bound  restrictions.  We just stayed around the house, MWRD work & Aldis…  Me and Paul worked on house bound projects, like Stump removal,  yard work and our Gately Family’s Secret Garden bench which was in rotten despair.  Gately’s Secret Garden bench is all fixed up like new now.  I wish you could repair a person’s broken MLC marriage’s mind like that.  But that only works if you take those Rx P or V “Happy Pills,” un-crazy helper drugs. 

 

September.  Emily goes off to Knox college in Galesburg, IL.  Drives my yellow Pure Smart for Two Pikachu car all the way out  their, ~4 hours on the highway.  She tells me she majoring in Psychology.  Maybe she can become a marriage counselor when she graduates, helping good family's stay married and together.  Paul has his 39th birthday.  He got a new Red Schwinn bicycle to help him get safely to work, and a Canon Rebel T6 Digital Camera.  I was also granted a reprieve from my “EHM” to attend my works local 9 Union picnic for a day.    

 

October. Was another one of those D-CRAZY months.  Ann’s lawyer brings up  old news in court about how I allegedly transferred some of our common assets, Ann’s Motorola Profit Sharing stock around so I could pay some of our house bills.  Lady Judge gets all pissed off and gives me 48 hours to vacate my own - once paid off Brookfield house of 20 years or else it’s off to County Jail again.  Judge now gives all control of our home and WI. Cottage temporarily to Ann.  So now I’m officially homeless, and had to move back into my mom’s basement at my childhood home in Broadview.  But it gets better as Ann’s dumb A’s Lawyer(s) forget about #1 son Paul whom has resided in the basement apartment in Brookfield for the past 15 years.  Ann and her father Andy go by daily to bully and harass Paul, trying to get him to move out to the street.  Paul calls the police on Ann, they side with Paul every time, and make Ann leave, or ELSE!  What a mental mess Ann’s MLC illness has caused.  Now there is a giant rift within our once happy family’s.  Dayton came by to carve a pumpkin for Halloween, have not seen or heard from Dayton since the end of May. Which leads us into November.

 

November.  Dayton came by several days in a row during his Thanksgiving week off from middle school.  We’re guessing that was because Ann had something to do that week like work, and couldn't leave Dayton home alone that long by himself.  Dayton also came by and spent Thanksgiving day here.  Since Ann and her Lawyers can’t get Paul to move out until his Notarized July of 2019 Lease is up, they get our Lady Judge to BULLY me.  Judge threatens me with Jail time AGAIN, and now something new; a $100 a day fine if Paul is not moved out of our Brookfield home in the next 48 hours.  Not sure what this Lady Judge’s deal is with 48 hours, or how she expects me to pay $100 a day sitting in jail Jobless & Homeless?  Since our Judge has no control over Paul, she uses her bullying authority over me, intimidating me to get her way.  This must be a reverse psychological thing.  I think our Lady Judge is threatened by men, thinks we all intimidated, “mentally abuse” our poor innocent Ann wives and families.   I did it all wrong making sure my family was housed, fed, clothed, medically provided for, and had a strong WiFi signal.  It was wrong of me to take control, be the head of our families household, the Dad.  The Lady Judge is now going to abuse my civil rights using her authority over me, putting me in my place for taking care of my family these past 27 years.  She’s going to give me a taste of my own medicine.  Should we call her bluff?  To avoid anymore discord with Ann and her family’s constant bullying harassment of Paul, he decides to move in with his mom Mary until our Quickie Divorce is finalized, hopefully early next year.  So on  the 30th of November Paul boards an AmTrak train south to Efingham, IL.