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Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Wordless LOL Wednesday



Signed, Regular Guy

Sunday, August 17, 2008

From Timbuktu to the Court House (Part 1)

Now... there I was... in my pick-up truck... by myself... in the gas station parking lot... and the epiphany hit... I had to actually make her leave or nothing was ever going to change... it would only continue to get worse... I needed some time and space to plan my attack... so I told her to pack her bags, that I would take her to the airport... buy her ticket and put some cash in her pocket... so I stopped at the atm... pulled out $500.00 that I really didn't have to spend... called the airport and paid for her flight (yes, she actually really had booked it) and I put her ass on a plane to Timbuktu!

She never said goodbye to the kids and she had not seen or spoken to them for two days prior to her leaving for Timbuktu. She didn't even ask me where they were or how they were. The following is once again taken directly from my hand written journals:

She's spoken to the kids twice over the past ten days. Sam and Daisy seem happy that she's gone. When I told Sam that she left, his responce was "GOOD." Princess did ask for her once so I called her and she immediately started in with her rediculous threats and accusations, so I hung up on her. I'm avoiding her calls, letting them go to voicemail and saving all of her crazy-ass messages.

She left the house a complete disaster. I had to put the girls' bedroom back together because she gutted it just before she left and had a brand new bedroom set delivered to the house. There is nothing wrong with their furniture. I can't afford new furniture and I'm returning it. She's bleeding me dry. I'm trying my best to take care of the kids, put the house back together and try to earn a living at the same time and I thank God for all the support that I have gotten from both my family and hers.

She is destroying my children and I will not stand for it any longer. She is mentally ill. She is physically and verbally abusive. She is totally unstable and she's due back on Tuesday. If she does come back, I must protect my children. Sam and Daisy asked me, "If you and mommy get divorced, can we live with you?" I told them not to worry about things like that and that I will always be here and I will always protect them, no matter what happens.

When Cruella left, the kids were not aware of where she was. They were at my sister-in-law Dizzie's house. Dizzie knew what was going on and I had told her that I wanted to be the one to tell the kids what was happening and why they hadn't been allowed to go home. When Sam asked Dizzie where I was, she told him that I was on my way there and he told her, "Well, I don't want to go home if my mom and dad are both there because I get scared for my dad. Mommy yells at him and hits him and says bad things about him all the time." This is breaking my heart. I'm going to the court house tomorrow and filing for an order of protection and a temporary order of custody before she gets back.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Signed, Regular Guy

Thursday, August 14, 2008

I'm Baaaaaaack! :-)

Hellllloooooo..... Is anybody there!?!?

OK... So I've completely neglected this blog for about the past month... I've been on sabbatical, so to speak. Actually there has been quite a bit going on in my life and I guess that I just needed to take a little break and focus on some other things, but quite honestly... I miss writing and I miss my readers along with the blogging community as a whole and I hope that you haven't all forgotten about me ;-)

This is basically just a short little post to let everybody know I'm not dead and you can expect to here some more juicy stuff from me real soon. I've got plenty more crazy stories to tell and there been some interesting changes going on around here as well...I promise to post a good one on this coming Sunday.

Signed, Regular Guy

Saturday, July 12, 2008

The Abyss of Loneliness

I haven't shared any creative writing or poetry in a while... so i thought I'd share one :-)

I wrote this several months ago now when I was feeling a bit lonely as I think we all sometimes do. It's kinda funny how you can be surrounded by people who love and support you and yet still feel all alone sometimes.

And; NO this was not inspired by Cruella ;-)


The Abyss of Loneliness


The silence deafens me as I stare into the abyss...

the abyss of loneliness...

It beckons me with voices and visions from the past...

At last...

my dulled senses begin to burn with the pain of loss...

my cross...

I grasp for the illusions created in my mind and in my soul...

the hole...

I fall into the abyss... the abyss of loneliness


Signed, Regular Guy

Saturday, July 5, 2008

From Wit's End To An Epiphany (the conclusion)

Ok... Sorry for the long delay... I'm going to try to cut to the chase here, get to the point (which is my simple little epiphany) and and put this bitch to bed!

I think that I've made my point as to how and why I got to "wit's end". It was late Thursday night, after "the attack"... I drove around a bit with the kids. At that point in time, Crulla's family was still completely on my side. Of course... hind sight always being 20/20... I now realize that the majority of them were just strokin' me in fear that I would actually do something about my situation which in turn would dump Cruella back into their fuckin' laps. I wound up at my brother-in-law Dopey's house... explained what had just happened and he told me point blank... "RG... no matter what you feel you have to do... I'll never think any less of you... blah blah blah" I made it clear that I was not going to tolerate this shit any longer and that I did not want the kids around her until she got some kind of help. Her entire family offered to help me out with the kids until I figured out what to do with Cruella.

The next day and a half was complete fucking madness. I'm going to skip all of the gory details because this post would be ten pages long... but basically... I endured a non-stop, rapid-fire assault of delusional accusations and threats. She told me she was leaving Saturday morning for Timbuktu... she had been telling me for months that she wanted to "get away"... that she was going to go visit her friend Natalie in Timbuktu. I actually encouraged it... but knew it would never happen because Cruella never followed through with anything that she said she was going to do.

I had left for work early Saturday morning... the kids were with Cruella's sister Dizzie and she had not spoken to them nor asked for them since Thursday night. She was calling my cell phone every five minutes demanding money so that she could leave for Timbuktu. She told me she booked a flight but her credit card was declined and she needed cash. I told her that I was broke and that she should have her friend Natalie pay for the trip and if she really fuckin' went... I would pay Natalie back... So she told me... "Fuck you... I know you have money... you're hiding everything from me... I'm going to your shop now and I'm taking the cash box... By the way RG... where are you?"

I had just pulled in to a gas station about 15 minutes away from my shop and I told her that and also told her to "go ahead and take the fuckin' box... there's probably fifty bucks in it!" She then proceeded to tell me that I was a liar and that she had me followed and that I wasn't at the gas station where I said I was... but instead I was actually in a hotel parking lot with Kelly, my secretary in her Lexus.

Now... there I was... in my pick-up truck... by myself... in the gas station parking lot... and the epiphany hit... I had to actually make her leave or nothing was ever going to change... it would only continue to get worse... I needed some time and space to plan my attack... so I told her to pack her bags, that I would take her to the airport... buy her ticket and put some cash in her pocket... so I stopped at the atm... pulled out $500.00 that I really didn't have to spend... called the airport and paid for her flight (yes, she actually really had booked it) and I put her ass on a plane to Timbuktu!

Now... you may be saying to yourself... that's it?... that's the epiphany?... that's what I've been waiting for?... Let me explain... Three long years of dealing with our fucked up family court system and watching what has happened to so many others in similar situations to mine has only served to reinforce that my "silly little epiphany" was the absolute key to my success.

The plain simple truth is... as crazy and unfair as it may sound is... if you leave, you lose... basically... it's a million times easier to fight to keep your kids rather than have to fight to get them back... While Cruella was gone... I got an order of protection against her... when she got back... she was not allowed in the house... she was not allowed to contact me... and she was not allowed within 500 feet of me or the children and the rest is history... but don't worry... I will give you all many more details of how it all played out... but please remember... it' critical to your success... Never leave your house or your kids, no matter what!


Signed, Regular Guy

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

From Wit's End To An Epiphany (the attack)

It was Thursday, July 28th, 2005. I was trying to work. Cruella harassed me by phone all day with more of her wild accusations of lying, cheating, hiding money and killing people. She's convinced that I ran somebody over and killed them... She called me at 4:30 in the afternoon telling me to pick-up Princess at day care because she had a headache and couldn't drive. I explained that I was a half an hour away and still had two more appointments in the same town. She said, "Well... I just took a pill and I'm not driving... so you need to pick up your fucking daughter." I called my customers and (lied) explained that I was running late and I went to pick up Princess and brought her home. Cruella was in the bedroom and the kids were in the family room watching tv. I asked how everybody was and they all seemed to be fine. I told them I had to run out to do two quick estimates... Sam asked to come with me and the girls wanted to stay home. I asked Lilly to keep an eye on Princess since Cruella was in the bedroom with a headache again.

As soon as we left... Cruella started calling with her threats and accusations again... I let them go to voice mail but checked them just to make sure the kids were ok. I finished my estimates and went back home to find the a town police car the driveway, the dog loose in the front yard with the girls chasing her around, Cruella on the front porch in a robe with a towel on her head, obviously intoxicated and heard her asking the cop if he could catch the dog. I asked what was going on and the officer told me, Well, apparently someone dialed 911 by mistake." He wasn't happy, made his report and he left. Sam and I were attempting to catch the dog when Cruella started tearing my truck apart, searching for "God knows what" again. Princess was in the back seat of my truck and Cruella was on the passenger side searching through the door pocket.

I was reaching in through the driver side door to get Princess out when Cruella attacked me from behind and began kicking my legs and punching my back. Then she pinched the back of my right arm and twisted. As I jerked around, she lost her balance, stumbled back about 4 or 5 steps and fell flat on her back in the middle of the front lawn like she was making a fuckin' snow angel and screaming bloody blue murder that I just broke her ankle. I scooped her ass up off the lawn, carried her into the house and dumped her on the couch. I told her we were leaving and told the kids to get in my truck. Sam and Daisey immediately went out to the truck... Lilly was in the living room crying, "mom, why are you doing this?" and Princess was in the kitchen... pretty much oblivious to the chaos that was going on and looking for something to eat.

When I went into the kitchen to get Princess, Cruella got off the couch and limped to the back deck crackin' another Heineken on her way and mumbling about how she should just kill herself. As I bent over to pick up Princess, Cruella came running back into the kitchen screaming, "your not taking her anywhere" and bit my ear as I was standing back up with Princess in my arms. I just kept moving towards the front door. Luckily... she let go of my ear or I swear... she would have been left standing there with it hangin' out of her mouth.

To Be Continued...

Signed, Regular Guy

Friday, June 20, 2008

And The Award Goes To...

Holy Crap... I can't believe it... It's me... lol

So what the hell am I talking about you ask... Well... my friend... loyal reader... and fellow blogger Kat has presented me with The Arte y Pico Award. Thanks kat :-)

And here's the specifics...

1)You have to pick 5 blogs that you consider deserve this award for their creativity, design, interesting material, and also for contributing to the blogging community, no matter what language

2)Each award has to have the name of the author and also a link to his or her blog to be visited by everyone.

3)Each award winner has to show the award and put the name and link to the blog that has given her or him the award itself.

4)Award-winner and the one who has given the prize have to show the link of "Arte y Pico" blog, so everyone will know the origin of this award. http://arteypico.blogspot.com/.


This wasn't an easy choice but my nominees are...


pentad


regina


mister m


samsara


kebelle


Signed, Regular Guy


Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Wordless (Nice Feet!) Wednesday




Signed, Regular Guy

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Happy Fathers Day

“From Wits End to an Epiphany” will return after this special friggin’ Fathers Day installment.

It was Fathers Day, 2005; the last one before Cruella and I split up and just like every year before, I had plans to play golf with my father and my brother. It’s sort of a Fathers Day tradition for us and this particular year was the first year that my son Sam was coming with us. I had bought him a special set of junior clubs and he was very excited to be going with us. We always meet early in the morning… have breakfast… play nine holes and we’re usually done before lunch.

Sam and I woke up early and got ourselves ready to go while everyone else in the house was sleeping. Just as we were leaving, Cruella awoke and began screaming at the two of us, starting with the fact that we were leaving without saying goodbye, moving on to bitching at Sam for not wearing a golf shirt or a golf hat and then at me for actually allowing a nine year old to go out to play golf without the proper attire. She belittled the both of us so badly that Sam was on the verge of tears, as she tells me how I don’t give a shit about her or my daughters and we shouldn’t even be going anyway.

Needless to say we wound up late for meeting with my father and brother and Sam and I were both a little rattled to say the least. We all made the best of it, tried not to talk about “fuck-nuts” and actually had a pretty good time; but of course when we got back home, the shit started all over again.

Cruella was already half in the bag by lunchtime when we arrived. She was out on the back deck with the three girls and the Robins’. Leo & Annie Robins and their two children had been staying with us after their house burnt down, while they were waiting for their new house to be built. (That’s a whole different story)

So… Cruella immediately starts with her shit about how the girls were crushed and insulted that they couldn’t go with us… some more about how I just don’t give a shit about any body but myself and that the least that I could do would be to take everybody out for a nice Fathers Day dinner. So what does asshole me do ?... Yup… you got it… out to fuckin’ dinner we go.

When we arrived at the restaurant, the fiasco began. There were ten of us all together and as far as Cruella was concerned, nobody sat in the right spot and she had to make everybody crazy, including the wait-staff by pushing tables around and playing musical fucking chairs. After that was all said and done, then she wants to know what everybody wants to eat, including Leo, Annie and their kids so that she can order for everyone. When the waitress comes to take our order… it’s an absolute disaster just waiting to happen. For starters, she was very young, obviously new, right off the boat, barely spoke a lick of English and I’m quite sure had never run into anybody even remotely resembling the likes of Cruella before.

Well… just ordering probably took a half an hour, so in an attempt to make a long ass story just a little bit shorter, we’ll just skip to the last order which was Annie’s. Annie wanted the chicken marsala and wanted it over pasta. Cruella insisted “that’s how it comes, I get it all the time.” But… the waitress kept asking what kind of pasta she wanted on the side, while Cruella kept insisting that the pasta doesn’t come on the side even though it clearly states on the menu that it does.. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and stood up, pulled the waitress aside and simply said, “ Can you please put the chicken on top of linguini with no side of pasta.” “Yes, I can do that.” She replied.

Well… Cruella fuckin’ flipped, screaming like a lunatic in the middle of a crowded restaurant where everybody was already looking at us … “You just have to prove me fucking wrong all the fucking time! I fucking hate you!” and she stormed out and never came back. So… we ate without her. She was sitting outside in my truck when we all came out after dinner. We all got in (yes, I have a very big truck) and she actually didn’t say a word. On the way home I stopped at the mini-mart to pick up a few things. Leo followed me inside and while we were at the counter he patted me on the back and said, “You’re a good man. I don’t know how you do it.”

As we walked out of the store and towards the truck, Cruella jumps out screaming “I heard you talking about me! Fuck all of you!” and she starts walking towards the local bar. Now up until that point, normally I would have went after her, knowing that she would probably get herself hurt or in trouble or worse, but I was done. We got in the truck and left her ass there. Of course the kids didn’t really get what the fuck was going on but they were actually starting to become sort of immune to her madness like it was normal.

So we all went home… I got the kids ready for bed and sat up talking with Leo and Annie for quite a while. As the hours went by I was getting both more pissed and more worried both at the same time… I mean after all… I didn’t want her to wind up beat up or raped or killed did I… so what the fuck was I supposed to do. It was now almost 1am and I was starting to think that maybe I should go try to find her stupid ass when headlights started coming up my driveway.

Well… I was just about ready to kill anything that moved, so as the headlights got the top of the driveway to turn around to come back down… I went out the front door and straight into the middle of the driveway so that whoever it was that came up… wasn’t getting down without going through me and trust me when I tell you… at the point I was at… it could’ve been the incredible fuckin’ hulk and he was catchin’ a beatin’. I was walking straight at the car, chest puffed up, jaw clenched, fists clenched and eyes blazin’ but was blinded by the lights so that I couldn’t even tell what kind of car it was never mind who was in it, when all of a sudden I hear a familiar female voice (not Cruella’s) yelling out the window …”RG…it’s me… RG… it’s me, Liza.

I can’t even really describe the feeling that came over me… It was like I was deflated… I had been holding in so much rage for so long that I think I was almost hoping that it was going to be some strange guy that I could just beat to a bloody pulp, but it wasn’t… it was Liza… a friend who Cruella had called for a ride home. I just turned back around and went inside. I layed down on the couch in the living room… I slept there a lot… a few minutes later Cruella stumbled in… walked right by me… didn’t say a word and locked herself in the bedroom.

Happy Fuckin’ Fathers Day

Signed, Regular Guy

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Wordless (OMG) Wednesday



Signed, Regular Guy

Sunday, June 8, 2008

From Wit's End To An Epiphany (Continued)

I didn't really think that taking the family away for a weekend at Wally World was going to solve anything and quite honestly, I seriously doubted that Cruella would follow through with her promise to start therapy when we returned from our little adventure... but... being at wit's end can make you do stupid things.

The entire trip was a disaster from the beginning. On the ride there... Cruella was writing down license plate numbers and making notes regarding all of the people that were supposedly following us. When we arrived at the hotel... she patrolled the parking lot... noticing strange men with head-phones and cameras... pretending like they were on vacation with their families.... but ohhh yes... she knew better... one guy actually had a police sticker on his car... it was a dead give-away... we were definitely being followed!

This crap went on all weekend. She was a paranoid freak everywhere we went. Nothing had changed except that we were a hundred or so miles away from home. When we did finally get home she denied ever telling me that she'd start therapy and that I probably hired those people to follow us to make her look crazy.

The following is an excerpt from my journal... just prior to my epihany...

"She's driving me crazy... everyday it's another new or repeat accusation and she does this in front of the kids... She had My 8yr old daughter ask me... " Daddy... Mommy wants to know why your cheating on her with Kelly"... She had my 3yr old daughter call me at work one day to ask... "Daddy... are you coming home... or are you going out with Kelly?" Kelly is my secretary... we're not having an affair... I've actually never even taken my own secretary out to lunch, because I'm constantly walking on eggshells.

Cruella has confrontations with pretty much anybody and everybody that she comes across. She accepts no responsibility for her actions... she denies them... changes the subject... makes up stories and blames everyone else. She has no respect for me or anyone else... She thinks that she can do or say whatever she wants to whoever she wants with absolutely no accountability or repercussions... Our children are learning what they live... I can't do this anymore... I have to stand up for them.

I have to stop enabling her... Cruella refuses to get help... denies that she needs it... tries to flip it on me... tells me I'm turning all her friends and family against her... she does that all on her own... she's always been unstable and has just progressively gotten worse and is now completely out of control...She can't handle anything... She never feels good... Everyday it's a different ailment... I'm the one who gets the kids up in the morning...I get them ready for school... camp... daycare or whatever while she lays in bed and waits until we're ready to leave ...then she gets up at the last minute to bitch about what somebody's wearing or something else that I or one of the kids should or shouldn't have done... She belittles and berates us all before we leave for the day.

She harasses me by phone throughout my work day... I can't focus on business at all and it's suffering... When I get home... I never know what to expect... Most of the time... she's either on the back deck... drinking or in bed with a headache... the kids usually haven't eaten or done their homework and are just running around wild with no supervision... and I'll get blamed for all of this... She'll say things such as... "I need a break!"... I can't do anything with these fucking brats"... "You keep me trapped here"... "Why don't you discipline your fucking kids!" She curses in front of them and at them constantly.

I'm not a doctor but I know she's mentally ill and needs help... We saw a therapist for a little while regarding her oldest son Snake who is now up at a Christian camp for troubled youth... He should be in jail... He started getting in trouble at about the age of 12... speaking out in class... disrespecting and actually threatening teachers... cutting class... doing drugs... selling drugs... robbing houses... lighting fires... sneaking out... driving without a license... violating probation... etc. He completely disrespects her... me and our kids... and of course she blames me... her ex-husband... the school... the teachers... the cops... whoever...But she accepts no responsibility whatsoever and he's just like her.

I will not allow that to happen to my kids... Sam is 9 and angry... Daisy is 8 and lost... Princess is only 3 and becoming very defiant.... I have to stop this madness."

To be continued...


Signed, Regular Guy

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Wordless (Say Cheese) Wednesday




Signed, Regular Guy

Saturday, May 31, 2008

From Wit's End To An Epiphany (Prelude)

Taken directly from my hand written journals, this is a tale of how being completely at wit's end led to an epiphany and a conscious decision that ultimately altered the direction of many more lives than just my own. So... here is the prelude to a sort of multi-part-mini-series (with limited commercial interruptions) that will walk you through the beginning stages of what was to become the most important fight of my life.

It was July of 2005 and Cruella was completely out-of-control and I was at wit's end. I had been talking to my friends, my family, her family and basically anybody else that would listen, about how bad things were getting. I was done covering things up, making excuses and enabling her. I thought that I had been doing the right thing for the kids, but I didn't think so anymore. Something had to change. I had been keeping a diary of her paranoia, her delusions, her odd behaviors, her drug and alcohol abuse and her abusive manic episodes for a few months at that point. Well, she found it, ripped it up and flushed it down the toilet. I freaked... not only did I lose my diary but it was stuck in the toilet waste line in at least 10 different places and it was not very easy to snake it all out. I told her that was it... I was done... she either got help... or we got divorced and I would be taking the kids.

Well... I didn't get the reaction that I was expecting. She actually apologized saying, "I'm sorry. I love you. I'll get help. Please don't leave me. Let's just get away for a little while and take the kids somewhere fun. I promise, I'll start therapy when we get back."

Soo... asshole me packs up the family truckster
and off to Wally World we go...

What a fuckin' mistake that was...

To Be Continued...



Signed, Regular Guy

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Wordless (WTF is That?) Wednesday




Signed, Regular Guy

Monday, May 26, 2008

Are My Testicles Black ??

Just A Little Joke To Break Things Up :-)

A male patient is lying in bed in the hospital, wearing an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose. A young student nurse shows up to give him a partial sponge bath.


"Nurse," he mumbles, from behind the mask. "Are my testicles black?"

Embarrassed, the young nurse replies, "I don't know, sir. I'm only here to wash your upper body and feet."

He struggles to ask again, "Nurse, please check. Are my testicles black?"

Concerned that he may elevate his blood pressure and heart rate from worry about his testicles, she overcomes her embarrassment and pulls back the covers.

She raises his gown, holds his manhood in one hand and his testicles in the other.

Then, she takes a close look and says, "there's nothing wrong with them, sir!"

The man pulls off his oxygen mask, smiles at her and says very slowly...

"Thank you very much dear. That was wonderful, but listen very, very closely"...

"A r e - M y - T e s t - R e s u l t s - Ba c k ??"



Signed, Regular Guy

Saturday, May 24, 2008

Big Cruella Strikes Again!

Big Cruella strikes again! This time she swindled $1,500.00 from a naive, unsuspecting, good natured Grand-Ma. OK... Let me explain...

If your a regular here then you are well aware of what a complete dirt-bag Big Cruella is, a convicted felon who preys on the elderly and disabled so this may or may not surprise you. Anyway,I just got off the phone with Rocco's wife Erin. Erin has been married to Rocco for I think about 14 years now and has been dealing with Cruella and the Clampett Family Cult for all fourteen and the some. Now you'll need a little background to actually understand the impact of what she said to me.

Back in November of 2007, shortly after Lilly started talking about what Snake had done to her all of a sudden Snake was supposedly getting his act together and was going away to school. Now, I can't tell you just how many times that I've heard this kind of crap before and knew that Snake wasn't going anywhere. My inner circle and I had many discussions about what this latest tactic may be. Cruella constantly makes bold statements about what she's going to do such as, start a day care, build a deli, join the Air Force and land the planes on the big boats. Actually I think it's the Navy that does that but that's not the point. The bottom line is she's crazy, all talk, follows through with nothing, usually has some kind of strange ulterior motive and the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Well, Cruella, Big Cruella and Snake started hitting up everyone and anyone they could think of for donations to send Snake to school. One evening after picking up my kids from a visit with the num-nuts, my son told me "Snake's Grand-Ma (Rocco's Mother) gave him $1,500.00 for college." When I spoke to Rocco and Erin about this we were all quite perplexed. They hadn't spoken to Rocco's mom lately but were certain that she would not be so stupid as to give money to any of those wackos. She knows the family and their history all to well. She would definitely want to help her grandson even though he's scum, but she would be much more likely to write a check directly to the school or something of that nature.

Well, we were wrong. When I spoke to Erin before, she said, "She wrote the check to Big Cruella!" And; of course the money is gone and Big Cruella won't return Rocco's mothers calls and Snake just got a new car. Things that make you go hmmmm...

Signed, Regular Guy

Friday, May 23, 2008

Some Things Never Change

So, you may be wondering what's going on now? Well... Cruella still has Borderline Personality Disorder, she's still Bipolar, she's still basically non-functioning, she's on & off her meds and she's not in therapy. She's unemployed again. She can't seem to hold down a job for more than three months before she either gets fired for chronic lateness or excessive absences. Either that or she has to quit because she's being grossly mistreated or abused or she's being sexually harassed or she's being stalked or some other self-fabricated delusion. One of my favorite ways to describe her (without using profanity) is that she's "predictably unpredictable" and you just never know what to expect.

You may also remember that Cruella was supposed to begin unsupervised, overnight visitation with the children back in January of this year when she finally got her own apartment, (thanks to section 8 welfare.) That was put on hold due to Lilly's allegations of years of being sexually abused by Snake. Well... a CPS investigation has been done along with a police investigation and even though Lilly filed a formal complaint and Snake actually admitted to some of the allegations; because the last time that it happened was over three years ago when Snake was a minor and the allegations did not surface until after Snake turned 18, apparently nothing can be done unless Lilly admits to actual intercourse. (You just gotta love our fucking justice system!)

Both investigations are now closed. Lilly is in regular therapy now and is doing about as well as could be expected , considering what she's been through and it is suspected that she's gone through much more than she's been able to divulge so far. There has been no mention of overnight visits from Cruella or from the kids. I have not heard "BOO" from Ms. Sleepy since February. Snake actually got a job supposedly, which would be his first ever in almost 19 years on this planet. (We'll see how long that lasts.) I have to say it's been a little bit too quiet. I hope this isn't the calm before the storm. The State Police are sending me Snake's admission of guilt so that I can add it to my arsenal for when and if "The Battle For Overnights" begins. I'm standing firm in my position that I cannot allow my children to sleep overnight in the same house or to be left alone with an admitted incestuous sexual deviant who, and I quote "just wanted to practice" and called it "fake sex."

Signed, Regular Guy

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Wordless Wednesday


OK... So I figured I'd jump on the Wordless Wednesday band wagon... Oh crap... I just used words didn't I... Oh well... I'll try again next week...

Signed, Regular Guy

Friday, May 16, 2008

Cruella's Actual Diagnosis and How It Came To Be

It was October of 2005, two months after "the crazy hospital incident" . We were back in court again to attempt to determine how the children could safely visit with their mother. At this point she had only seen them that one time since July. Big Cruella was in court that day with a petition for the court asking that she and Lucifer be allowed to supervise the visits. That was immediately shot down based on their family history and low standing in the community.

It was ordered that the visits were to be professionally supervised at the Court House every Saturday for a period of one hour for each visit and that Cruella must submit to a psychiatric evaluation. She had already refused to participate in the two previously ordered evaluations and Judge Johnson's patience was beginning to wear a little thin. Cruella's antics inside the court room were always ridiculous, ranging from uncontrollable sobbing, to speaking out of turn, to screaming and yelling about conspiracy theories, to sitting back with the stupidest looking smirk on her face like she was somehow in control. Well, this time she really "lost it", cursed everybody out, and stormed off before we were even dissmissed.

That evening I received a telephone call from my sister-in-law Mary telling me that Cruella was in the hospital because after leaving court, she went to the mall with her son Snake and overdosed on her medication in an apparent suicide attempt and here's what happened next...

The following is an actual copy of Cruella's diagnosis and discharge report.


FINAL DIAGNOSIS: AXIS I: BIPOLAR DISORDER, DEPRESSED. AXIS II: BORDERLINE PERSONALITY DISORDER. AXIS III: NO ACUTE MEDICAL PROBLEMS. AXIS IV: SEVERE STRESS, LOSS OF CUSTODY OF HER CHILDREN AND PENDING DIVORCE. AXIS V: 30
(A rare and valuable explanation of the 5 Axis system used for mental health diagnosis, exclusively provided by Mental-Health-Matters.com.)

REASON FOR ADMISSION: This patient was admitted to Other Town Medical Center two days prior to her admission on REED9 following an overdose of 40 Depakote tablets in a suicide attempt.

HISTORY OF PRESENT ILLNESS: The patient stated that she was at a mall when she took the overdose. The trigger and stressor for this action was losing custody of her children. The patient had just left court several hours before ingesting the overdose. The patient has been separated from her husband since July of 2005. Her husband has an order of protection against her as she was accused of verbally abusing her children and her husband. It is to be noted that the patient's older son was at the mall with her. He is between 15 an 16 years old and he was responsible for EMS being summoned.

PAST PSYCHIATRIC HISTORY: The patient has had two admissions this year, one in June and one in July of 2005. She was in Reg Town Hospital and also in Froot Loop General. Froot Loop General had prescribed her Depakote and referred her to Dr. Shavez on an outpatient basis, however she only saw Dr. Shavez several times. Dr. Shavez did contact the undersigned once the patient was hospitalized on REED9 and was surprised to hear some of the history that was given as the patient did not represent herself in a consistent manner. Dr. Shavez also explained to the undersigned that he would no longer be able to care for the patient on an outpatient basis since he did not believe that they had an honest and open relationship which would be working in her favor.

SOCIAL HISTORY: The patient states that this is her second marriage. Her first marriage also ended in divorce. Her older son is a product of that union. The patient has four other children ages 3, 8,10 and 13 who are now all staying with their father. The patient's 16 year old son is staying with the patient's mother as his father is from the patient's first marriage. The patient's mother works in this hospital as well as does her sister. She also has two other siblings. The patient initially gave an erroneous history, saying that she was adopted and that her natural mother had died in childbirth. However, as was discussed in the family meeting, in fact the patient's mother is alive and well, however is schizophrenic and living in an adult home in the community. The patient's adoptive mother is her biological mother's sister. There are other siblings who are also reported to be mentally ill. This patient dropped out of high school in the 10th grade due to her first pregnancy. Throughout her life her personality disorder and her substance abuse have sabotaged most of her attempts at success.

Drug and alcohol history - On admission the patient denied alcohol or drug abuse. However, this history was also inaccurate and it was confirmed by her mother that there is a history of both alcohol and substance substance abuse.

PAST MEDICAL HISTORY: There is no significant medical history.

ALLERGIES: No known drug allergies.

HOSPITAL COURSE: This 35-year-old female presented to REED9, angry, argumentative and loud. She was extremely derogatory to the staff from the beginning and created much commotion on the unit. Her mood was dysphoric, angry and depressed. Her affect was constricted. She showed no obvious present suicidal ideation. Her insight and her judgement were both limited.

It was decided that the patient would be started on a trial of Depakote once it had returned to an acceptable level. Therefore three days after admission the patient was started on Depakote 250mg in the morning and 500 mg at h.s. also being prescribed. Depakote was later increased to 500 mg p.o. q a.m. and q h.s. The patient tolerated this increase in her medication well. She did complain that the Seroquel created difficulty when she was trying to sleep in the form of increased dreaming, however this was later addressed. The patient found that there were no side effects from the Seroquel if she took it and went to sleep in a timely manner. The patient remained angry, argumentative, oppositional, and was very medication focused. She needed p.r.n. of Vistaril quite frequently. She was using poor judgment in her relationships with people on the unit.

A family meeting was held and the patient also sabotaged that meeting. Present were the patient's adoptive mother, her father and her brother. Her family related a lengthy history of mental illness. The patient's symptoms beginning in her freshman year of high school. They also discussed her divorce stressors and her inability to tolerate any kind of structure. The patient's mood was very labile. Initially she was cordial and then later became mistrustful and oppositional, eventually kicking her family out of the meeting and rescinding any kind of communication with this staff and her family.

Eventually the patient showed some improvement. Most of her traits appeared to be personality in origin and she could communicate in an appropriate manner when it was in her own best interest. The patient was medication compliant and eventually her Depakote was increased to 500 mg in the morning and 750 at h.s. which left her with a discharge Depakote level of 100. The patient's physical appearance began to improve. She no longer had dark circles underneath her eyes. Her eyes no longer showed signs of strain, however her anger remained present and she continued to have difficulties with her family. The patient was unable to come up with an acceptable discharge plan as far as being housed by a friend, therefore it became necessary for her to consider moving into a motel, which she did.

Her outpatient treatment would be conducted at Supervised-Num-Nuts in Wacko-Land where she has an appointment to see Dr. Wannabe at 2:15 p.m.

Discharge medications - Depakote 500 mg in the a.m. and 750 mg at h.s., Seroquel 200 mg at h.s., and Colace 100 b.i.d.

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Congratulations for making it down here to the bottom of this very lengthy post! So now let's see who's been paying attention. If you've been here before or if you take a look around the main page of this blog, you should notice that there are two major, yet very basic factual inaccuracies in this report. Can you find them?

Signed, Regular Guy

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Happy Mother's Day



Signed, Regular Guy

Thursday, May 8, 2008

When Will My Life Be Sound?

OK... One more poem and then it's back to story time!


When Will My Life Be Sound?

Sometimes I lay awake at night
my mind just will not stop


Hopes & Dreams, Regrets & Fears
my head's about to pop

There is a reason why I'm here
of this I do believe

My past has made me who I am
yet still I can't conceive

Just why my trials keep coming
they never seem to end

Perhaps they make me stronger
perhaps they are my friend

Or is it that they teach me
or do they fuel my wrath

I try to hurdle every tree
that falls across my path

But yet I feel I'm in the air
more than I'm on the ground

When will I find the answers
When will my life be sound



I've got a good one planned for you next time, possibly the one you've all been waiting for but I guess we'll have to just wait and see... I don't want to build it up too much :-)

Signed, Regular Guy

Friday, May 2, 2008

Life, Love & Pain (Thanks For Reading)

This was my very first attempt at poetry and really, I guess creative writing in general, almost three years ago now. My inspiration was quite obviously the same as it is for this blog so I thought that I would share my crude and humble beginnings. I don't know how much better of a writer I have become but I do enjoy it and will continue to try to keep my new found readers reading. I thank you all for taking the time to visit and read. Thanks to those of you that have visited my "sponsers", and of course, thanks for your comments. They definitely keep the posts fun and interesting :-)


Life, Love and Pain


My player days have long since past

I thank the lord they did not last


Sometimes I miss the fun I had

‘cause no those times were not all bad


I learned some things about my life

I settled down I found a wife


And yet my wife she could not see

The kind of man I longed to be


I gave my all let down my guard

And evil grew in my backyard


I had to do what I knew right

Forget my fears and fight the fight


I had to right the wrongs she’d done

For I was not the only one


Our world became a total mess

My children’s lives were filled with stress


So when you judge me know this well

That I would face the hounds of hell


I will protect the ones I love

Yes I will push and I will shove


I’ll face the beast with shoulders back

Be poised and ready for attack


Yes I could be your truest friend

For with my life I will defend


That what I know to be the truth

I have been learning since my youth


To be a man who all respect

To live a life that won’t be wrecked


I put my faith in God above

And know that I can still feel love

Signed, Regular Guy

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Cruella's First So Called "Supervised Visit" (Part 3 The Dramatic Conclusion)


It was well after midnight when we all arrived at the police station. My dad had followed me there. I had asked the officer in charge to please allow my dad to bring the children home, however that was not allowed so instead they slept in his car while I sat inside in the waiting room as Cruella, her brother Dilbert and Big Cruella were brought inside for questioning. Needless to say, I was pretty pissed-off and paced back and forth in the lobby for over an hour awaiting my turn to speak.

Well my turn never came. At 1:35 am officer Jack Meoff emerged from the interrogation room to tell me, and i quote, "Your not going to like what I have to say here, but my hands are tied." "What now." I replied. " Well, unfortunately, I'm going to have to arrest you," he says. "Arrest me!?... for what!??" I exclaimed in complete and utter disbelief. " I have an Order of Protection and Visitation Order which clearly state that my children were to be returned to me at 9:00 pm and that she was to be supervised at all times! When I arrived at the hospital, it was almost 10:30 pm and she was attempting to leave with my children and her sister, the supposed supervisor was long gone! As far as I'm concerned they should both be arrested!" I retorted.

He then proceeded to explain to me that she did not violate her orders because she and Dizzie were in contact with the police all day. Apparently, shortly after I had dropped them off they took Princess to the hospital and left the other three at Dizzie's house with Uncle Woodchuck. He told me that they had made some very serious accusations against me that had to be taken seriously. He did not want to specifically tell me that they alleged that I was sexually abusing my then 3 year old daughter and that they put her through an internal exam, sexual abuse testing and called Child Protective Services. He did however tell me that all of the allegations were disproved and CPS determined that I should retain custody and could now send the children home with my father but I would have to spend the night in jail because Cruella also had an Order of Protection against me. My order against her was 4 pages long and a complete "stay away" while her's against me was purely retaliatory and one sentence long. It simply stated that I could not threaten, harass, stalk or intimidate her.

"Well," says officer Jack, "When you blocked her in like that at the hospital, she claims she felt intimidated." "Are you fucking kidding me!" is exactly what I said. He then proceeded to stroke me some more telling me how bad he felt about all of this and how it was plain as day that Cruella was off her rocker, but because she stated that she felt intimidated, I had to be arrested. He can't tell someone that they're lying in respect to they're "feelings." So, he was a swell enough guy to escort me outside to tell my father that I was being aressted and that he could now go home with my children. I won't even get into the choice words that he has for officer Jack and the town police. So at almost 2:00am my dad left with the kids and I was arrested for harassment, got processed and thrown into a jail cell.

At 8:00 am the following morning I was arraigned and R.O.R.'d. I was due back in court the following week and now had to deal with the fact that in one hour was Cruella's next scheduled visit and as long as Dizzie still intended on supervising, I had to not only allow it but get them there or face being charged with obstruction of Cruella's visitation schedule. I called my sister in law Mary, Cruella's brother Luke's wife. I explained everything that had happened. She was dumbfounded and told me that she would see if maybe Luke could talk Dizzie out of supervising anymore visits. I thanked her and told her that I hoped that he would be successful because there was no way on God's geen earth that I was going to allow it anyway, order or no order.

Well, Luke came through for me! Not only did he get Dizzie to say she would not supervise anymore visits; he got it in writing and was pulling out of Dizzie's driveway just as Cruella was pulling in. I can only imagine the chaos that ensued when Cruella got up to the house. I went and got my kids, who amazingly enough were relatively un-phased by the whole ordeal. It's both amazing and scary what you can get used to!

So as not to leave you hangin' too much... The harassment charges were thrown out (after three appearances and another $1,500.00 in legal fees of course) and... for the next month Cruella had no visitation and then for the following three months she got 1 hour every Saturday, professionally supervised in a room at the Court House.

She had not seen her children in over a month and when she was given her opportunity, this is what she did with it! I think that night in jail is when I realized just how truly sick she really is and just how deep the rabbit hole goes!


Signed, Regular Guy

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Cruella's First So Called "Supervised Visit" (Part 2)


Officer Elwood answered the phone. I gave him my name and began to explain my situation. He interrupted me saying " Hold on, I think I know something about this." He put me on hold for what seemed like an hour. When he got back on the phone with me he said, " Yeah, they're at the hospital, something about a urinary tract infection, Dizzie says she'll call you." When I tried to get more information from good ole' Elwood, he said, "I don't have time for this, I've got an emergency I'm dealing with right now" and he hung up on me! Now I was wild! I drove straight to the police station. On the way I called my sister-in-law Mary. When I told her what was going on she said "Oh my God, she's claiming abuse. What hospital is she at?" I told her that I didn't know and that I would call her back because I was just pulling in to the police station. I entered the tiny front waiting room. There was an officer behind the glass on the phone. I was not my usual polite self and shouted, " Are you Elwood!?" He looks up at me and says, "Yeah, you must be RG, I told you I've got an emergency. Take a seat and I'll get an officer to talk to you in a few minutes." I said. " I have an emergency! Where are my fucking kids!? He tells me to calm down and take a seat. There was no way I could sit still. I went outside and called my dad and now he was telling me to calm down. "You should have known she'd pull some kind of shit" he says. While I was on the phone with my dad, Rocco called through twice. The first time he told me.. "Dizzie called. I'm meeting her at Joe's Deli to get Lilly. She wouldn't tell me anything but I'll find out when I get there, if I have to beat it out of her." When he called back the second time he said, "Dizzie left Cruella alone with the kids at Our Town Hospital Center and you better get there quick because she's making some pretty serious accusations."

I headed for the hospital at warp speed! As I was pulling in the main entrance, Cruella was attempting to leave. She was headed straight at me with the head lights off. She tried to get around me, but when I wouldn't let her pass she threw it into reverse and started flying around the side of the hospital backwards. I stuck with her, nose to nose and when she attempted to spin around in front of the emergency room entrance, I cut her off, blocked her in and dialed 911 on my cell phone. Some hospital personnel came out telling me to move my truck. I told them while pointing to Cruella, "She's trying to kidnap my kids, get a cop out her now! It wasn't long before there were cops everywhere. What a fiasco! I never got out my truck at all. An officer took my keys and asked me what was going on. I explained and handed him my order of protection and visitation order. After quite some time the kids were finally transferred back to me and the officer told me, "we need everybody to come down to the station so we can figure this out. It was almost midnight at this point. I said "Are you kidding me?? What is there to figure out?? I handed you the orders an hour ago. Let me take my kids home. This is ridiculous!"

Well, down to the station we went! Don't miss the dramatic conclusion coming real soon!

To Be Continued


Signed, Regular Guy

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Cruella's First So Called "Supervised Visit" (Part 1)


Judge Johnson had ordered supervised visitation to begin and that the visits were to be supervised by Cruella's sister Dizzie. The visits would take place at Dizzie's house on alternating weekends and would include both a Saturday and a Sunday visit of at least 4 hours each day. The first two visits were scheduled for 9:00 am to 9:00 pm since Cruella had not seen the children at all in over a month.

It was August 27, 2005; Cruella's very first visit with the children since our court case began one month prior. I arrived at Dizzie's house at 9:00 am sharp to drop off Sam, Daisy and Princess. Rocco had also just arrived also to drop off Lilly. Cruella immediately picked up Princess, hugging and kissing her as Sam and Daisy stood there watching and waiting for some type of recognition from their mother while Lilly barely acknowledged Cruella as she walked right past her and into the house. Cruella then turned to me with Princess still in her arms and started shouting " I need money! You left me homeless and penniless and now I'm on fucking welfare! We're taking these kids to the fair today and I have no fucking money!" I told her to try to control herself in front of the children and called Dizzie over to my truck. I asked her to please pay attention to everything that goes on and to everything that Cruella says to the kids. She assured me that she would and that if Cruella got out of line to the point that she couldn't control her, she would call me to come get the kids. I handed Dizzie a hundred dollars with instructions that it was for the children not Cruella and I left.

I met Rocco and his wife Erin for breakfast at the local diner. I told them that I had a bad feeling about this visit and that I didn't trust Dizzie. I kept myself occupied for the day. I got some work done, went grocery shopping and picked up school supplies for the kids. I couldn't shake that "bad feeling" though. I spoke with Rocco and my sister in law Mary a few times throughout the day. Neither of them had heard from Dizzie and hoped that meant everything was going alright. At about 8:50 pm I called Dizzie's cell phone to let her know that I was on my way to her house to pick up the kids. I got her voice mail and left a message asking her to either have Cruella leave prior to my arrival or keep her in the house to avoid any type of unnecessary confrontation. I called her house phone and her husbands cell phone also. Dizzie never returned my call. When I arrived at her house, no one was there. I called Rocco. He told me that Dizzie had just left him a message telling him not to go to her house to pick up Lilly and that instead Dizzie would meet Rocco somewhere else in order to drop Lilly off. When I asked him what the hell was going on and where were my kids, he didn't know and told me that he'd call me back as soon as he spoke to Dizzie. I was beginning to "lose it" and called the police.

To Be Continued....

Signed, Regular Guy

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Never Violate A Restraining Order!




Signed, Regular Guy

Saturday, April 5, 2008

Little Ones

I wrote this almost three years ago, not too long after Cruella and I split up. The kids seemed to be more relaxed and actually happy that she was gone which, to a certain extent, concerned me. Sometimes it feels like a lifetime ago and other times it feels like yesterday. We've come a long way since then, but I still worry about them and I guess I always will.

Little Ones

Lord, I thank you for my children…

These little ones I keep…

They make me laugh…

They make me cry…

They wake me when I sleep.

They are such a precious gift from you…

My words cannot explain…

How I can feel…

Their anger…

Their pleasure…

And their pain.

I need your help to mold them…

Teach them…

Help them grow.

Please don’t let me fail them…

They need me…

As you know.


I hope you don't mind me getting a little "mushy" every once in a while. We'll get back to the horror stories real soon I promise!


Signed, Regular Guy

Monday, March 31, 2008

I Woke Up Ms. Sleepy!

As I stated in my last post, "Let's Talk About The Law Guardian" it has been extremely difficult to invoke any type of response from her office. Although my case has already been settled (Oh...the stories I have about getting to that point) Ms. Sleepy was left on the case for one year from the date of settlement,which is rapidly approaching. The allegations of sexual abuse against Snake did not come to light until months after the settlement.


According to my Order of Custody and Visitation, once Cruella secures suitable housing, which she did in January of this year, (thanks to our tax dollars) her bi-weekly Saturday and Sunday daytime visits graduate to Friday night to Sunday night full weekend visits and Snake lives in the house with her. With unsupervised, overnight visits for Cruella with the children lurking around the corner; I'm sure that you can only imagine my frustration.


This is the last letter that I wrote to Ms. Sleepy and "low and behold", I got a response!



Regular Guy

100 Anywhere Road

Mytown, New York 12345

(999) 867-5309

February 15, 2008

VIA FAX TO: (999) 999-999

Bertha B. Sleepy, Esq.

Dead End Street

Nowhereville, New York 11111

In re: Sam, Daisey and Princess

Dear Ms. Sleepy:

I must say that I am quite disappointed that I still have not heard back from your office regarding my most recent letter to you (dated 1/31/08). A copy of same is attached for your review. I am sure that you are very busy and I intend no disrespect, however my children’s welfare and safety are at risk. Please be advised of the following:

  • On Thursday night, 1/31/08 Snake was questioned by investigators Columbo and Caine.
  • Snake actually admitted to a portion of the allegations made against him by his sister Lilly.
  • The investigators believe that he would have admitted to more; however the interview was interrupted by a frantic phone call from Cruella instructing Snake to stop talking.
  • The next day an anonymous report was filed with CPS stating that Rocco “smokes crack in front of his daughter Lilly”. (a blatant lie)
  • As I’m sure that you are aware, CPS must investigate all reports. The CPS investigator handling this case is Eliza Tumee.
  • I spoke at length with Ms. Tumee about the background of my case and Rocco’s and expressed to her that I am 100 percent sure that this is yet another one of Cruella’s retaliatory, fraudulent reports.

Everyone that I have spoken to, both personally and professionally is in agreement with me in that my children should not be exposed to Snake at all and most certainly not overnight. I expect that as my children’s Law Guardian, you will be looking into all of this and help me to protect my children. Cruella is not a stable person and will stop at nothing to cover up the truth including exposing my children to an admitted sexual deviant and known drug abuser. If Cruella is to continue her visitation with the children, I need to see the proof that she is maintaining her therapy and medications as per the Court Order. This is my second request. Please forward to me immediately any and all written documentation from her doctor confirming her compliance with the Court Order. Thank you for your anticipated cooperation.

Sincerely,

Regular Guy



The short response: Cruella still has visitation but no "overnights" until all of this is resolved. Oh...and she's not allowed to leave the kids alone with Snake anymore either!



Signed, Regular Guy

Friday, March 28, 2008

Let's Talk About The Law Guardian

In any custody battle, a Law Guardian is appointed for the children. He/She is the children's advocate, basically their own personal attorney, independent of both parents and their attorneys. It is the Law Guardian's job to make sure that the children's best interests are paramount throughout all court proceedings and typically should remain on the case for one year after it is settled.


Unfortunately you don't get to choose your children's Law Guardian. Although you do have the right to request a new one if you are unhappy with the one that was dealt to your children, you just never know what the next card in the deck is going to be, not to mention the fact that the court frowns upon these types of requests and may look at you as if you are just trying to be difficult. Your request very well may be denied and now you have to live with the one that you have just offended.


I chose to stick with the hand that I was dealt and basically had to do her job for her by documenting everything and just bombarding her with information that she could not ignore, although she certainly did try. I just wasn't havin' it!


This is a copy of one of the many letters that I've sent to the Law Guardian.


Regular Guy

100 Anywhere Road

Mytown, New York 12345

(999) 867-5309

January 31, 2008

VIA FAX TO: (999) 999-999

Bertha B. Sleepy, Esq.

Dead End Street

Nowhereville, New York 11111

In re: Sam, Daisey and Princess

Dear Ms. Sleepy:

I received a telephone call from Chipper at your office on 1/23/08 at approximately 9:30 am. She advised me that you were in receipt of my letter dated 1/17/08. She also advised me that Cruella was coming in that afternoon to meet with you in regard to starting overnight visits with the children. She asked me several questions about the allegations of sexual abuse that have been made against my children’s half brother Snake who lives with Cruella. I answered her questions and also gave her the telephone number to reach Investigator Columbo, who is leading this investigation. At the end of our conversation she said, “I’ll keep you posted.”

I have not heard back from your office since then, and I have left two messages. I would like to know the outcome of your meeting with Cruella as her next scheduled visitation is this weekend; and would like to bring your attention to the following:

  • On 1/23/08 Cruella came to my house for a scheduled Wednesday afternoon visit with the children. She was 15 minutes late picking them up and 15 minutes late dropping them off. (Please see attached letter to Cruella dated 1/23/08)
  • At the conclusion of said visit, my daughter Daisy informed me that they were late coming home because; “ The potatoes weren’t ready, so we had to eat meatloaf in the car on the way home and we had to stop at CVS to get Snake a magazine and I was freezing because Mommy had the window open the whole time.”
  • At therapy, the next evening the children informed both the therapist and myself that according to their mother, they are definitely sleeping over her house on their next visit and that she has been waiting to celebrate Christmas with them until they can finally sleep over. I get the same story every single time they see or talk to Cruella.
  • I have asked Cruella on more than one occasion to please forward me her new mailing address, (also part of the court order) but I get no response.
On 1/30/08 Cruella came to my house for her next scheduled Wednesday afternoon visit. She had not spoken to the children since her last visit. She arrived 10 minutes early to pick them up and brought them home 35 minutes late. My son Sam called me at 7:40 pm from Cruella’s cell phone, at which point they were already 10 minutes late, to let me know that: “Mommy forgot her purse at her house so we had to turn around because she needs gas.”

Based on these and countless other observations, I find it hard to believe that Cruella is maintaining her therapy and medications. Cruella’s personality disorder is chronic, pervasive and lifelong. You will be off this case in August of this year and it is ultimately my responsibility to make sure that when my children are with Cruella that they are in as healthy an environment as possible. You specifically told me at our last meeting on 1/14/08 that Cruella had supplied you with proof that she is in fact in regular therapy and maintaining her medications as per the court order. Therefore, I respectfully request that you forward that proof to me immediately. Thank you.

Very truly yours,

Regular Guy


I did not get any response to this for almost two weeks, so I wrote her another with just a little bit of a stronger tone.

Signed, Regular Guy




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