First Day
Today should be the first day of school for my beautiful little girl.
She should have been jumping with excitement at the gates of the school with her little friends, I should have been there with the other mums, crying and carrying on.
She should have been posing for first day photos, with her hat on, and her bag, and her hair in pigtails, and looking so small in her first school dress.
I will NEVER EVER forgive Mr. D. for robbing her of that memory.
I will NEVER EVER forgive him for robbing me of that memory.
Lawyer is estimating weeks. I rang the court and they are estimating six to eighteen months if it goes to trial. His lawyers haven't finished putting in the papers yet. I wonder how long that is going to take. I rang Mr. D. to ask him to stay on their backs, to get the damn thing done sooner rather than later. He didn't seem very interested.
I don't understand his motivation at all. I've done absolutely everything in my power to move this along, and he hasn't done anything. He still hasn't even contacted the school over there - I called them today and the principal said she still hadn't spoken to him. This is rubbish.
And the only person getting hurt is my beautiful little girl.
