My last post was ‘The Writing on the Wall’ and the title was wrapped around the fact that I had a premonition of bad news.  I believe in those feelings, I’ve experienced more than my share during my life and those feelings have rarely turned out to be just a whimsy or me having a bad day.

Unfortunately, that particular day, the writing on the wall was not good.  This is nothing to do with poker.  It is a segment of my personal life, and as stated many times before, this is my personal blog.  If you don’t want to read it, simply leave and don’t return.  Now and then you’ll find a dose of poker thrown in but it’s usually about my day-to-day life.

The day it all began was on the 9th, a Friday.  Regular readers here, and good friends, know that I’ve spent a number of years skirting around my grandson’s, Riot, bipolar mother.  It’s been hell quite frankly because her soul is black and she tries to control everyone because of their love for Riot.  Riot is her tool and he suffers for it emotionally and in other ways but the thing is, you can’t prove any of it and you would need a huge bankroll to get an attorney and start chipping away at her parental rights.  I do not have any spare funds and I’m stuck, I try to get along because I know Riot suffers if I don’t – plus the fact that she simply won’t let me talk to him on the phone or see him if I lip off or say anything.

About three months ago I finally had had it and (there’s a post on Tango about it) I told her in text to kiss my ass. Of course I heard nothing from Riot after that, for quite some time, because she had the controlling edge.

Did I mention that this is long also?

Then my son (he will be referenced as dad and her as mom – oh…and perhaps she will read this some day and hire an attorney to get me for slander or some bullshit but the thing is, it is not slander, it is true) had Riot for the weekend.  They share custody, dad can have him Thursday evening through Monday morning and mom gets him the rest of the time.  Due to circumstances of finances and other things, dad hasn’t been able to pick Riot up most of the time for his custody time.  Mom refuses to let dad talk to Riot on the phone most of the time.  The situation is ridiculous.  Mom has a hate/love thing with dad that has never abated and all she wants to do is punish dad in every way possible. Of course the person that suffers the most is Riot. Back to the weekend.

Mom had a friend call dad and want to speak to Riot.  Friend said she was with metro and she was concerned for Riot so she needed to talk to him. Dad said no. Dad called me about it.  I got friend’s phone number and called.

I asked if she worked for metro…no, but she used to.  I said if she was concerned for Riot’s welfare she needed to be checking out his home life and his mom.  I also said that I was sure friend would let mom know I called.  BTW, the reason dad had Riot that weekend was because mom kicked him out of the house.  Riot called dad crying.  Dad picked him up, Riot cried for over two hours and threw up he was so stressed out, but he wouldn’t talk about what happened. Riot ended up talking to mom that weekend and went back home.  (It’s hard to get a kid to give up their loyalties to their mom and I understand that, it’s just hurtful to see how she treats him and he’s always willing to be with her because she’s mom.) I told friend that mom kicking a 10-year old out the house was child abuse and that should be her main concern. The conversation ended shortly after.

Shortly after I spoke with friend on the phone, I got a text from mom telling me to mind my own business.  I told mom that Riot was my business.  She told me her friends and family were sick of me butting into their lives (really, I never have any contact with any of them) and I sent her back a text telling her to grow up, she had no friends or family.  I also told her that I knew she would punish Riot by making him call me and telling me to stay out of their business while he literally cried on the phone and she stood behind him telling him what to say.  It’s happened before, she uses him to send messages…they strike home, believe me.

Truthfully, she has a 28-year old daughter that won’t even speak to her so that should start fermenting an idea of what hell with mom is really like.

Mom then texted me and said I was never a mother to my kids.  Really?  Was she there?  I never responded, she then sent me a text and told me to go suck my son’s dick and I was nothing but a c_ _ _ t.  I didn’t respond.  Why help her feed on her sickness?

So it started, for three months (even during surgery and going back to the hospital etc.,) I never heard from Riot.  I didn’t even try to call.

Then, for some bizarre reason, right at Christmas time, I got a call from Riot.  We talked for quite a while about a game he plays online, school, his cat, etc.  He said he could spend the second week of Christmas vacation with me.  I was thrilled.

I didn’t ask any questions.  Dad picked him up from mom and took him over to the sw side of Vegas and I picked him up. Mom seemed determined that Riot would have his own phone and she mailed one to my house for him while he was with me.  She’s so disgustingly paranoid that she always thinks I’m taping her conversations with Riot, even though he’s adamantly told her while he’s talking to her that no one is taping them.  His phone came in the mail and all conversations with him and her were then done on it.  I’m happy with that.

When I took him home, I dropped him at the beauty shop she works at and he went inside alone.  I did not have to have any contact with her…thank you, God!

About a year ago dad moved into the household with mom and Riot as a roomer.  It never went well. Dad moved out but didn’t get all of his stuff out of the house when he went, expecting to come back for it.  That never happened.  No matter how many times he tried to call or text, she either didn’t answer or the time wasn’t convenient.

So…a few days after Riot got home, dad got a call from mom that he could come and pick up his stuff.  He was ready to go right then but mom said he should wait until the following day, she wouldn’t be home that day. The next day Riot called dad and told him he needed to come and get his stuff. Dad said OK and off he went.

He got to the house, there were no cars in the drive, the lady that lives a few houses over was out in her yard, dad said hi and went through the front door that was unlocked.  The house was a shambles, no furniture, she had obviously moved out.  There was debris, papers, feces on the floor, and the yard had a lot of scrap stuff in it too.  The only thing of his that was there were some of his clothes.  His computer, drawing table, and other things were gone.

A few minutes later the cops rolled up.  Dad was arrested for breaking and entering.  While dad was sitting on the grass handcuffed, guess who appeared?  Mom…out of nowhere.  She told the cops that he DID NOT have permission to be there.  He went to jail on felony charges.

Dad bailed out late that night.  Dad had a friend that came to the house to pick up the car dad drove there and noticed there was an eviction notice tacked to the side of the wall.  Umnhhhh…mom had planned this out, including letting Riot come and spend a week with me so she could move while Riot was away. The friend talked to the neighbor, the neighbor said mom had driven around the neighborhood a number of times that morning (they have some not so good history with each other) and the neighbor felt that mom was waiting around the corner for the cops to show.  Dad’s friend believes she can get a statement from the neighbor to take to court.

Dad needs to get Riot to testify that he called dad because mom prompted him to.

Me?  I sent CPS a PDF report for a wellness check on Riot.  They did call me and we spoke at length.  I do not know where Riot lives now.  He has called me several times but I do not question him about anything to do with mom and dad or if he moved, or where.  I know she’s listening.  I also know that little boy doesn’t need any more stress added to his plate.

I’m sick over it all.  I can’t believe anyone can be so filled with hate that they would punish their own child and drag them through the mire, teach them to be dishonorable, and beat the system just to try and hurt someone else. Riot is a smart boy, he knows way too much for his young age, he knows there are issues with mom and has talked about them many times.  Perhaps one day he will make the break and finally say he’s had enough.  I hurt for him.

Today I got one blast of good news.  Dad was searching through his phone texts and found the message from mom two days before that said he could come and get his stuff, that mom wouldn’t be there and the door would be unlocked.  As of this morning, dad was on his way to the police department with his evidence and to hopefully file charges against mom for her intent to damage him with criminal charges.  Go, DAD, Go!

The writing on the wall may not be all cheery and happiness for mom…here’s hoping.

This tale is just the tip of the iceberg, the stories are horrendous, it’s a reality TV series in the making.

Do I think dad is above reproach?  No, they are both guilty of keeping the fire going between them.  I do know that dad would walk away and let life go on if she would quit using Riot as her pawn and keeping Riot from him – and I know dad is not devious and mean or trying to hurt someone just to hurt them.

I’ve spent the last 11 or so years putting up with her, biting my tongue (believe me, that’s a tough one), ignoring her horrible comments, and then being nice to her for Riot’s sake.  I’m really sick of it. But I would endure for another four to five years (if that’s what it takes) for Riot’s sake.

Pray for peace people.  Pray for understanding and forgiveness.  Pray that you don’t punish others that are innocent in trying to finance your own insanity.  I do.