Surviving a Loved One's Addiction

Consumption

chrisey.lyon@yahoo.com (Cecilia Emily Lyon) — Mon, 23 Sep 2013 12:51:00 -0400

Consumption. What does it mean? What does it do? I guess it depends on how you look at it. If you google it, it will give you two definitions: (1) the using up of a resource; (2) a wasting disease. From that perspective, Brent and I are both consumed in our current life situations. Let's take these two definitions and place them into two separate entities.

Given that information, I feel #1 would describe myself. Everyday, my life is consumed of my children's needs and well being. I provide parochial school education for them in hopes they will reap the benefits of a successful future. Every penny that goes into that tuition, I struggle, but despite the fact their father refuses to assist - I will do everything to make sure they are getting the foundation they deserve. Don't get me wrong, I'm not discrediting public schools in any fashion, however this is where my children started off. When the rest of our lives were crumbling down I felt it was important to remain consistent and familiar. That way we had something to build on. Education is one of the top priorities, obviously with their health and happiness being first. I also feel that being active is up there as well. I'm proud of the fact that my children are interested in playing sports and involved in other school functions. This is promoting their character and who they are and will become.

They are my life. I don't date, I barely go out, and when it comes down to it. I'm ok with that. Hanging with my children is awesome - they are fun and they definitely keep me busy. Other distractions at this time are just not in the cards. When someone hurts you as deeply as Brent did, it's hard to trust again.

In my opinion, Brent falls in category #2. He is consumed with wasting his education, career, livelihood, and everything else on a wasting disease called addiction.

When I found out that the children were no longer covered under any type of medical plan, my whole life was consumed with getting that problem resolved immediately. Therefore, desperate times call for desperate measures.

Whenever I blog, Brent somehow is notified. I'm guessing that he is a follower of it and therefore receives notifications via email and/or text. Of course, he blew up! I started receiving harassing emails from him, or should I say his "friends" and it wasn't long before the phone calls started. Normally, I ignore the calls, but I figured this might be the opportunity to resolve the matter at hand. I answered. At first he seemed sincere and genuinely cared. His attitude started to quickly shift, so I told him that although there is a Domestic Violence Order prohibiting any communication, we could discuss plans to render this via email and ONLY through email. That way everything is documented.

I should have known better!!!!

He ranted and raved about how he lives a very private life and doesn't believe in this public light I'm putting in the picture with the blog. I can respect that and even considered stopping once more in hopes that we might actually be able to put the hatred aside and work constructively to benefit our children. Then, he went on saying that he was working with some sort of doctor to be able to integrate back into the children's life. Whoa! What?!? It's obvious he is not clean and sober, because he is still shooting one lie off after another. I believe that both parents are very critical in a child's life. However, when one of those parents is an addict who can't even take care of their own self - it's not in the best interest to bring that into a developing child's life. Then, he started his normal rhetoric and deception. Sometimes I feel this person is a heartless human being. Maybe he's the devil himself. And when I finally had enough, I responded back to his email that said "Dude, you are a complete moron - do not call, text, or email me EVER!" In reality, I was the moron who actually thought I would be able to work with this imbecile. I should have known better.

Before I could block every outlet he had, he sent me the following message (keep in mind I cut and pasted from original message):

It is a simple you get you enjoy a lifetime of grief for two or three years of supposed heroism.

I get to enjoy a lifetime of honest gratitude for a few years of shame.

All your stories and lies. Don't know why or what you had to prove.

Sometimes life forces us in a direction that we ought to have found for ourselves.

Think about it as you are there in the mod area tomorrow.

It doesn't have to be that way. You still have a chance. I know.

Every choice has a price. Unfortunately you can't pay for yours.

Wanna take a ride !!!

Sent from Yahoo! Mail on Android

What does that even mean? Is that a threat? Or is this one of his high on crack outburst? I blocked him and his "friends" email addresses. If I have to, I will change my number once more. My life will not be consumed with this type of behavior and I learned my lesson that he only cares about himself. He can continue to call me fat, uneducated, and whatever other hurtful thing he tries. But, his words are empty to me and I really don't care what anyone thinks of me, only my children. And besides that, the one thing he can NEVER say is that I'm a crack head, because that my friend, I will NEVER be!

To answer the question, what does consumption do? It's simple, it can either make you or break you. I chose to consume myself with positive things and let it make me.

God Bless and Much Love!

Court Orders

chrisey.lyon@yahoo.com (Cecilia Emily Lyon) — Thu, 19 Sep 2013 14:02:00 -0400

Here I am. Did you miss me? I was told to quit blogging, and to be honest I've been so busy that I really haven't had time too. But, I feel this is my outlet and that you've traveled this journey with me this far, I'm not going to let you down now.

What is a court order? And why aren't they enforced? When I googled it, it states that a "court order is a direction issued by a court or judge requiring a person to do or not do something". It doesn't stipulate that if you are a mentally unstable, crack head that it doesn't apply to you. So, let's put yourself in my shoes for a minute and see things from my perspective.

Things have been extremely busy with getting the children back into the swing of things and used to a constantly changing schedule. From school, sports, and extra curricular activities our time is booked from the time we get up until we go to bed. And in that time (and in between then), I am handling all of that plus being both of the parents. Although it's hard, it's very rewarding. My children inspire me every day and there is no greater love or stronger bond.

They haven't seen their father since December 2010. I mean, seriously, what a loser. Since my last post, the same things occur - his fictitious emails where he portrays himself as one of his friends/girlfriends, he's located my new cell phone number that I've changed on numerous occasions to avoid him, therefore the "blocked" calls and ridiculous text, and so on and so on. But, the story took an interesting twist. Drugs have officially consumed his whole life. His latest stint consist of bankruptcy where he was given 90 days to evacuate the home. It is now listed on the market for sale.

Ironic, isn't it? Sometimes KARMA has a way of putting her 2 cents in. You see, it's been 3 years when I left in the middle of the night with my kids to escape him and his dangerous ways. During that three years, he could have cared less that his children didn't have a home to call their own. Don't get me wrong, we are so appreciative that we had a real family to help us through and take us in. I wonder if he will have the same support.

But, the thing that really irks me is the lack of concern and care that he has for the innocent lives he created. According to our divorce decree, he is supposed to carry the children on an insurance plan from his previous employer. He told me that if I went through with the divorce, they would never be covered. I spent so much time fighting this and my children ended up on state insurance. And between the attorneys, they thought this was a suitable situation. Of course, Brent lied through the whole thing acting like it was one big misunderstanding. Yet, it still hasn't been resolved. Eventually, I was asked by the local agency to supply documentation stating the children were no longer covered by the previous insurance carrier. I called the insurance company, they told me that the company Brent used to work for had a rep that I needed to deal with, when I called that rep I was told they cannot release any information without crack daddy's consent. I argued that I was calling about 3 children that I had sole custody over that he has no rights too and that I wasn't wanting health information - I have all of that, I just needed something that stated they were no longer covered. They still refused. I gave the state worker what information I could and was told it was accepted.

Casie ended up getting hurt that required emergency room care and at that point, I was told the children lost coverage effective 8/1/13. Seriously?????? The bills started coming in, so I forwarded them to the attorney.

I'm still left wondering, what is the point of a court order? Especially when it is not enforced. Looking forward to seeing how this plays out.

I will keep you posted. Hope all is well with you and I will start blogging more frequently!!!!!

God Bless and Much Love

Questions

chrisey.lyon@yahoo.com (Cecilia Emily Lyon) — Thu, 7 Mar 2013 20:51:00 -0500

Have you ever really wondered what is your main reason of being? Is it to be successful in your career? Is it to raise a family? To help others? Excel in education? That question really lingers in my brain lately. What is my purpose?

As the week started, I found myself down in the dumps. So much to process, but questions weren't being answered, or maybe just not to my satisfaction. Things actually did fall into place. I called my attorney to see how the case is moving. Motions have been filed to hold Brent accountable for canceling the children's insurance, failure to pay maintenance payments, and failure to return my personal property. I was baffled that this hasn't already happened. Talks with his attorney seem pointless. I guess that's an attorney's way to drag out a case to make more money. Or maybe it isn't that attorney at all, maybe it's Brent. Who knows, who cares. I'm glad it's finally freaking moving in the right direction. The competency hearing was passed off to April, so there's still no end to that. I guess that's how our lovely justice system works. Personally, I was hoping they would lock him away and throw away the key. But, hey ... who am I?

My oldest child celebrated her 6th birthday. We had a good time with family, although she won't be having a "friend" birthday party - she had a great time and enjoyed being amongst the people who love her the most.

I've started to be able to go out more often these days. I went to the Kid Rock concert with some pretty awesome people. We had a blast! I've been really taking friends up on their offers and forcing myself to get out. Last night I went out with a bunch of near and dear friends. Oh my gosh, some things I just can't blog about. But, I can tell you this ... my stomach still hurts from laughing. My hesitation of going out definitely fades as soon as I'm actually out. But, it's overcoming that initial reaction.

However, it still brings me to the burning question, what's my deal? I love being a mother, although it is by far the hardest job ever, I enjoy being with my children. My blog, to me, is successful. Every time I make a post, the hits are consistent. I love my career path and feel I'm learning a lot. There's been talks about possibly relocating out of state. That might be our chance to really start fresh, but is that what we really need to do?!?! School could be a lot better. However, I guess I'm burned out. I don't seem to really care about it like I should! My personal presentation is slowly improving, when I weighed in this morning, I was down 18 pounds. I'm debt free, other then my car. So, what's with the doom and gloom feeling? Is this normal? Is something wrong? What can I do to make a change?

This weekend is extremely busy, plus it's finals week. But, I think it's important that I need to set some time aside and re-evaluate my goals. Maybe I will be able to find some answers and understand this path I'm taking.

God Bless and Much Love!

Operation Tommy

chrisey.lyon@yahoo.com (Cecilia Emily Lyon) — Sun, 24 Feb 2013 19:54:00 -0500

Being a parent of multiple children, it's always important to get in that one on one time with each child. As a single parent, this can be extremely difficult. However, my kids can't wait for their day. It's their time to pick what we do, where we eat, and where we go. Casie loves to sing, so it was only appropriate that when her day comes, she runs around and sings "It's Casie and Mommy day today!". It wasn't long before the other two picked it up. We do everything together all the time, so it's really special to have that one on one time!

With going back to work and school, it was hard to plan. And that one on one time, kind of got pushed to the back burner. This bothered me, more so than them. They were having fun, happy, healthy, and that's all that counted. But, I knew I needed to make sure we got back in that routine.

The work/school week started and we finally were able to make our plans. Friday was the Father/Daughter Dance and that's when Tommy and I were going to head out. Casie and Marissa were excited because their Grandpa and Uncle were taking them and they couldn't wait to show off their new dress and accessories. It would be a special night for all of us.

However, things took a dramatic turn. Tommy started throwing up, the next day it was followed by a fever. This child is normally full of energy, so we knew he must have really been sick because he was just laying around not being his self. The next afternoon, I was at work and got a call.

"CC, Tommy is acting really strange. He's hunched over complaining of his stomach." It was my mom. At first, I thought it was the stomach flu that had been going around his school, but something inside knew it was much more than that. Before I could say anything, she said, "I'm going to pick Casie up, I can meet you at the hospital with him."

I left work immediately and started making my way towards the hospital. The phone rang, it was her again. "I'm at the school - the battery is dead in the van and I'm stuck in this carpool line. Just come here."

By the time I got there, the lot was clear and AAA was replacing the battery. I picked up my little man, gave the girls a kiss, and headed to the hospital. My dad came there to help my mom, so it wasn't like I left her all alone.

Marissa stood inside the van crying, "I want to go with you, Mommy!"
"Not now baby, I'll be home real soon. We have to get our little Ty Ty better." and off I went.

We arrived at the hospital about 4pm. They immediately took him back and got a urine sample and took blood. The doctor came in and expressed concern regarding his appendix. He ordered an x-ray. When the results from that came in, he immediately walked in the room and said "We are going to go ahead and start the morphine. I've spoke to the surgeon at our downtown location and an ambulance will transport your son there for further testing."

He's only 4 years old, how can this be happening? His big blue eyes looked up and said "Am I going by myself?"

"No way, baby. I'll be here every step of the way. You can count on that!"
"I wish I had Super Bear!" he sadly said.

Super Bear came as a gift one year at Valentine's Day. It holds significant value to him and has been through everything with him. It's been washed so many times, and probably only has one eye, but none of that mattered, Tommy loves that bear. The nurse overheard the conversation and quickly stepped out of the room.

At that point, my mom, brother, sister, sister-in-law, niece, and my dear friend Gretchen were all right there at our side. They knew a million things were going through my head, so they were able to ask the questions I didn't think of. The nurse came back in and handed Tommy a bear. "Here you go sweetie, it's not Super Bear, but I'm sure he will help you out!"

My family made the arrangements to get my car home and everything in order, so that I could get in that ambulance and only worry about what was really important - my sweet baby boy. The EMT's were so sweet and promised him as soon as we arrived downtown, they would turn on the lights so he could see how cool their truck really was.

When we stepped out, one of the ladies said "Get your camera ready, Mom. If he has surgery, this will be one to put in the scrapbook." My hands were shaky and I felt comfort in their confidence that everything was going to be ok. So, I snapped the first shot ... my sweet baby with a big smile on his face. The lady said, "Here, scoot back here and get one with the ambulance in it." I'm glad she was thinking of these things, because I sure wasn't! As we walked in the door, I heard Tommy say something to the driver. He leaned down and said "What's that buddy?" And Tommy sheepishly said it again, "Thank you!"

We went inside the ER and Tommy was quickly approached my nurses doing their stuff and another one getting information from me. Soon, one of the surgeon's came in and started his exam. As he was telling me my child would be taken immediately into surgery, my brother opened the door and walked in. "They will only let one of us in at a time. Mom and Suzie are in the waiting room. Run out there - we grabbed you some food on the way down here. I'll sit with Tommy." Hesitantly, I knew he was right, so I literally ran out there and ate the food in probably less than 5 seconds and ran right back to the room."

The surgeon came in and said "Gather your belongings and follow us upstairs." This was all happening so quickly. My sweet baby laid in a fetal position crying, and I was terrified of what was to come. We were taken to a room where we met the medical staff that was going to work on my child. His temperature spiked to 103.8(F) The lead surgeon pulled me aside and inquired about a Pediatrician.

"We don't have one right now, there's a problem with the insurance, and she refuses to see us until that's cleared up."

"What's the problem with the insurance?"

"My son's father canceled it. It's in the courts now and should be taken care of very soon."

"Well, don't worry about that right now. There's plenty of options out there that can assist. Now, is there a custody agreement? Is this the father?" (She glanced up at my brother.)

"No, that's my brother. His father lost his visitation rights over a year ago because of illegal drug use. He hasn't talked to them or seen them in this time. It's not my choice, it's a court order."

For a split second, I considered calling Brent. To some, this may have been an easy call, but it wasn't. I weighed out the pro's and con's, and felt the decision I was making was with my feelings towards the man put aside and based solely on my child's well being. Tommy hasn't seen his father in so long, nor talked to him. I didn't have time to call my attorney and get advise, so I did what I thought was in the best interest of Tommy and did not notify Brent. Despite being the father, he's still a crack addict and mentally unstable. If the court's ruled he would be a danger to the children, this situation is no different.

"We will make note of that for his records, however, we will need a copy of that order in his file. Go ahead and give your hugs and kisses. The procedure will take about an hour and a half." She turned towards Tommy and picked up the bear, "Does your bear have a name?" His voice was weak, but he was able to respond "Fuzzy". A staff member quickly made note of that.

A nurse approached while the other's were saying their good lucks and said "I will be with him the entire time. I will call and keep you posted during the procedure. Before he goes to sleep, he will remember seeing you. When he comes to, the first person he will see is you - so it will be like you were there all along. This is one of best surgeon's and your child is in good hands."

I leaned over and kissed his head, "I love you so much buddy! You'll feel better really soon!" The poor thing couldn't talk, but looked up at me puckered his lips and blew me a kiss. As they started to wheel him out, I asked "Should I take his bear with me?"

The nurse smiled and said "No, Fuzzy is going to surgery with him."

Off we were taken to a waiting room. The tears were flowing like crazy and I was terrified of what was taking place. Thank God I had my family there. About a half hour later, the phone rang. I picked up and it was the nurse, "Ms. Lyons, this is Betty. The incision has been made and everything is going as planned. I will call you back when we are nearing the end." Her voice was friendly, but that was weird to hear. My baby was just cut open. It gave me the creeps. Time passed so slowly, but I was extremely grateful for the support I had surrounding me, not only in person, but through emails, phone calls, text, and Facebook messages. Everyone was praying and I knew the man upstairs was listening. About an hour later, the phone rang again ... I ran to it. "Ms. Lyons, this is Betty again. The doctor wanted me to let you know that Tommy's appendix did rupture and you need to make arrangements for him to stay with us for awhile."

My heart dropped. What did that mean? Is he ok? Is he out of surgery? So, many questions were going through my head, but nothing was coming out. And to be honest, I have no idea what she said after that, if I were to stay there or go to his room. I was terrified. I didn't know. The phone call was disconnected. So, I tried calling back. It seemed like these moments were moving so slow, yet so quickly. I glanced behind me and saw the surgeon and another doctor heading my way holding some papers. I quickly hung up the phone and gave them my undivided attention. In her hands, she handed me pictures of what took place in the operating room. She explained in great detail that his appendix ruptured and caused damage to his intestine/bowel. They believe that they were able to suck out all the bacteria and he would need to be on intravenous antibiotics every 6 hours. Depending on his progress, he could be here 7-10 days. However, if he moves along as expected possibly 3-5 days. She gave us his room number and told us to get settled in and he would be up shortly. However, their is a possibility of the pieces that weren't extracted from the rupture, could form abscesses.

I can't explain the sense of relief I got when I saw that stretcher round the corner into the room. All I wanted to do was hold him and tell him how much I love him! His eyes briefly opened and muttered with all his might, "hi mommy". My heart literally hurt for him. I would have did anything to take away his pain. He shouldn't suffer like this, he's just a baby. But, laying next to him was Fuzzy - he had a hospital bracelet on, just like Tommy, as well as a band aide on it's belly.

That night he slept and was pretty much out of it. He was hooked to a morphine pump and received Benedryl every time he received the antibiotics due to a rash that would appear. My mom spent the night at the hospital with us. I know it was hard on her, but she wanted to be there and knew she needed to be. Bless her heart, I hope she knows what a rock she is for me and the kids! I called my work and notified them of what was going on. They were super cool about it. My co-workers, even though we've only known each other a short while, have become so close and they were so supportive. Gretchen helped out with the girls in every way possible.

The next morning, breakfast arrived. Tommy ate a pancake, but quickly fell ill. You could see his stomach blowing up like a balloon before your eyes. Immediately, his food privileges were quickly taken and turned to clear liquids. Later in the day, they removed his catheter. My dad brought Marissa from school to visit. And it seemed like the perfect medicine, Tommy perked up and wanted to play with her. But, it quickly wore him out.

The staff at this place is unbelievable, absolutely amazing people, who clearly love what they do. They treated my son as if it was their own family, and I took much comfort in knowing and seeing that. That night the nurse that was on duty walked in, "Mom, I'm on lunch. Would you like for me to sit with him so you can go take a break?" I smiled, and I'm sure I started crying, but all I wanted to do was stay with Tommy. So, I declined her offer. I was warmed by how a complete stranger was so kind hearted and willing to help. And at the same time, my phone was filling up with my loved one's messages of good wishes, hope, and encouragement. I read every email and text message to him and expressed how important he is to not just me, but to all of these people. Although, I didn't get that big, bright smile I dearly missed - I did get a half-cocked corner smile and knew it had to be on it's way. Throughout the night, things took a turn. He was in extreme pain and unable to sleep.

However, the next morning, the doctors thought it was the best idea to get him off the morphine pump. Personally, I agreed. I hated seeing my child on all of these narcotics. Granny and Poppy (that's what my kids call my parents) came and encouraged him to walk down to the play room. And he willingly accepted, yet did not have a desire to play. We rested most of the day.

My oldest sister and part of her family came in later that evening. Tommy loves his cousins and when he wasn't motivated to move around, I really started to fear something was more serious. That night my brother and sister-in-law brought Casie down to see him. At that point, Tommy was very irritable and just wasn't quite in the mood Casie was in, but she understood he's sick and didn't take it personal. It was so good to see my girls, I miss them so much!

Pedro, from work called and stopped in for a visit as well. He rang the doorbell to get in to see us and the nurses scurried to me to find out what Dad's name is. I giggled and said "That's not him at the door, it's my friend." This guy is freaking hilarious and I knew we needed the laugh and he would be the one to do it! He has a million different voices and one of his best impersonations is Puss from Puss in Boots.

As most anyone can relate, it's almost impossible to get good rest at the hospital. We were located in the Pediatric Intensive Care Unit (PICU) and between hearing children crying and alarms going off, it made it that much more difficult. Tommy was more or less in a zombie state. He stared off and still didn't talk very much. The surgeon arrived and told us his white cell count is back in the normal range and that was very encouraging. However, she was concerned because of the bowel damage that there wasn't movement. He would hardly walk, and when he did he didn't straighten his back in fear of the pain in his tummy. At this point, I turned into a ball of emotions and cried, what seemed like, every second.

My parents were greeted by teachers, parents, students, and faculty members when picking up the girls with well wishes for our little man! And friends and family were pouring in their support as well. Suddenly, there was a loud knock and the door swung open. A lady holding a bouquet of balloons asked "Is this Tommy Lyons?" I know she probably thought I was nuts, I was bawling crying with a smile on my face as I shook my head yes. I turned towards him and he looked so peaceful resting. I set the arrangement on his bed and couldn't wait for him to wake up. I opened the card and it read "Get well and back to school soon! We miss you!" It was from his friends and teachers.

One of my sisters called, "CC, you haven't left the hospital since this happened. I will come and sit with Tommy tonight so you can come see the girls off for their dance and get some personal belongings." As much as I appreciated that, I couldn't. He didn't have a good day and honestly I was uncomfortable leaving him. I know my sister would do everything I would have, but I felt I needed to be there. So, instead she promised she would get the girls ready and send me lots of pictures. I talked to both Casie and Marissa and they thought it was a good idea too, they understand everything happening. When the pictures started coming in, my heart melted. They did silly shots, glamorous ones, posed, unposed, and just simply looked so beautiful. I'm so proud of each of them. The twinkle in their eyes and the smiles on their faces really added such an amazing touch. Tommy and I waited anxiously for the next ones to come through. It was definitely a good distraction from our surroundings.

As time went by, I tried everything in my power to encourage Tommy to move around, but nothing was working. It suddenly dawned on me, I was starving. I had no idea when the last time I ate and used that to my advantage.

"Tommy, come on, you have to get up. We have to walk to the nurse's station. I'm so hungry and I want to see if they have any places around that delivers!"

I walked over to help him get out of bed. He didn't have much time to contemplate and willingly obliged. "Ok, Mommy." Quickly tears streamed down his face and fear was evidently taking over. I bent down on one knee. "I know it hurts, buddy. But, the doctor says it will help. Can you do it for me? I'm really, really hungry." And there it was, his brave face took over and one step at a time we made our way out of the room and down the hall. Our nurse saw us and jumped out of her chair cheering him on. I told her we were on a mission for food. She laughed, guided me towards a binder full of menus of nearby places that deliver and took Tommy's hand. "I'll take him to the playroom while you order something."

Of course, I quickly selected something and ran to the room to get my phone and money to place my order, then ran back to the playroom. There they were, sitting at a table playing. I was overjoyed at that point. He did it!!!! I started snapping pictures and immediately posting them for our friends and family to share in this progress. He kind of made me nervous though, he was moving in and out of those tables and I was so scared he would fall, but he didn't. The poor baby inherited the clumsy gene's from me. We found a little bike and he slowly climbed aboard and shouted "Come on, Mommy!" I opened the door and down the hall he went. We made way back to our room and when the food arrived, Tommy ate the most he has since we arrived there. Things were looking up and the pain med times were being spread out and Benedryl was no longer needed with the antibiotics.

Bright and early the following morning, one of the surgeon's arrived and expressed concern of a possible abscess. We were warned of this in the beginning. A scan would need to be ordered to determine if there is, and if so another surgery would be scheduled to remove it. However, he wanted to check with the lead surgeon because he wasn't able to conduct a good exam due to Tommy not allowing him anywhere near his belly. Luckily, when the lead surgeon arrived she said it felt softer than yesterday and with blood counts in the normal range and no fever, she was confident that an abscess was not present. However, since he's still very weak, it would not be the day to go home.

He was finally released on a Sunday afternoon after five days of being there. When we arrived home, Tommy did not eat or drink and did not veer far from the couch or his bed. As concerns grew, I called the surgeon the following day, who immediately re-admitted him. Over the course of the next five days, he remained in the PICU and had a CT scan of his abdomen that showed several abscesses formed around the colon. He continued getting the antibiotics through his IV. Luckily, that was a success and no further surgeries were performed. I was surprised when he was released on a Saturday and able to return to school on Monday. However, he did it and bounced back rather quickly.

With the support and prayers are family and friends offered, they pulled us through a very trying time. And since we came through it, it made us stronger as a family and made me realize that life is too short. So, those Mommy and Me days will no longer be pushed to the back burner!!!! Live every day to the fullest!!!

God Bless and Much Love!!!

Plans for my Funeral, What?!?

chrisey.lyon@yahoo.com (Cecilia Emily Lyon) — Mon, 4 Feb 2013 20:34:00 -0500

I had a blast over the weekend. It was the 3rd Annual Girls Weekend Away. It's just a nice time for friends to get away and relax. We are all mothers', so this time is very important. Only one time a year to have just to ourselves, and we take full advantage!!

When I arrived home, my babies were so excited to see me and I couldn't wait to put my arms around all of them for a big group hug. Although I had a great time, nothing is as special as seeing those sweet little faces!

Reality took it's toll ... school work started to stress me out, I was exhausted, and started to get thing ready to return to work the following day. I tried to catch parts of the Super Bowl, but apparently other things were in store for me. Like checking the back of my eyelids. I was out cold! Apparently, my kids felt the same way, because they were asleep before me. But, I did wake up long enough to see Beyonce do the half time show. I just love her! There were a few commercials I caught that were funny, and then back to sleep I went.

Today, I guess everything caught up with me. I was in a bad mood to begin with. The kids were off school for a Professional Development Day, so they got to sleep in. I would have given anything to have curled up back in bed, but some one has to bring home the bacon, so up I went. After I got ready, my Mom was sitting at the table and handed me a little stack of mail "Here's what came while you were gone." I started to skim through it and one piece caught my eye, a letter from a company that I didn't recognize. Glancing up at the clock, I saw I had a little time to spare, so I opened it up to see what it was.

There it was, in front of me, was a detailed letter of how this company would help me plan my funeral. Obviously, this was Brent's work. I started to laugh and threw it on the table.

"What is it?" my mom asked me.
"A letter from some place wanting to help me plan my funeral! Cute, huh?" I responded.
"Well, that's scary! Should you call that detective you've been working with?"
"What's the point? I can't prove its him!"
"Regardless, that's crazy! You need to tell someone."
"You'll find me in a body bag before anything happens to that nut! Besides that, he'll be declared incompetent and get out of all of it. I gotta go. Call me later!" And off I headed to work.

I'm tired of living this way and refuse to. All I know is that dude has some serious issues and I wish he would leave them in his own little cracked out world and leave mine alone! It's not only insane, but it's annoying. Get a life dude! I mean, seriously!

Anyway, bedtime was 30 minutes ago and I hear the little pitter patter of feet roaming around. When they hear me getting up, they jump back in bed giggling. (lol) I used to do the same thing, so I pretend I don't hear it. Not sure if that's sending the wrong message or not ... I can see how this will play out in 10 years or so. ha ha ha

God Bless and Much Love.

Professional Announcement

chrisey.lyon@yahoo.com (Cecilia Emily Lyon) — Thu, 31 Jan 2013 20:00:00 -0500

Busy week - I'm exhausted, my homework is piled high, and my computer is almost dead and I don't feel like running to get the charger. So, bare with me.

I've pondered how I would share this experience, or "announcement" that I've been talking about. But, I figured breaking it down in sequence would be my best route. I was notified that I would be helping out at the plant I used to work at. Keep in mind, this particular plant is where I met Brent - we fell in love, got married, and near the end of my first pregnancy I officially became a stay at home mom.

I left behind people that I adored and missed whole heatedly and was excited for an occasional Facebook connection, but it just wasn't the same as seeing them everyday. So, when I got the word about my return - I had serious mixed emotions. Obviously, the most apparent emotion being excitement and overjoy of seeing all my buddies. Then, my next intuition was what if Brent's friends find out and try to mess with my job? As immature as that sounds, they have tried this. Then, I wondered how will people treat me? Will they associate me as a "crack head"? And the most bazaar thing, how would I feel when I pass by his old office?

These thoughts didn't actually come into play until about 3am, and I was to report to work at 8. My stomach was a mess. It felt like butterflies, scratch that, it felt like freaking cats with very sharp claws going insane! I laid in my bed tossing and turning.

I turned the tv on and thought that would distract me, better yet, put me back to sleep for a few more hours. But, no such luck. I decided to take advantage of the time, so I got up, got myself showered and ready for work. When it was time to get the kiddos up, I got them ready, took them for breakfast, and then dropped them off at school. My mom could sense my hesitation, so we decided to enjoy a hot cup of coffee at a nice restaurant near the house and just chill. That was very cool, but unfortunately it didn't shake the nervous feelings.

After dropping my mom off at home, I made the once-familiar path to the plant. I pulled into the parking lot and luckily my phone rang. I immediately picked up and it was a co-worker, "Are you here? Meet me in the lobby and I will let you in." She probably has no clue, but that was my saving grace. Once I met up with her, things turned into a major rush to get things moving and that was the distraction I needed.

The first person I ran into happened to be my buddy that I used to always confide in. It was like we picked up immediately without missing a beat. He jumped up and gave me a hug and said "I've been keeping up with you on your blog - look!" My attention was diverted towards his computer where he had saved the link in his favorites. That meant so much to me!

As the day moved forward, if I got one hug, I got a million. It was the most amazing feeling ever. And each and every one of those people were the ones who I had and always will adore. It was inevitable that the subject of Brent arose. Here's the funny part about that, the girl I was working with happened to be with me. She was new and literally knew nothing about me. Conversations were basically along the same lines when it came to that topic "congratulations on the divorce, I always thought you could do better", "glad to see you finally got rid of him", "he was the biggest liar, and it was always about stupid shit", and so on and so on. I finally asked one lady, "why didn't I realize that" she simply said "honey, because you were in love".

Finally, the new girl said "Do you mind if I ask, what is wrong with your ex-husband? No one seems to like him?" At that very moment, I learned a life lesson. I've heard it a million times, but it never clicked until that very second. When the people you love the most are telling you something, you need to take their warnings. They are seeing something you aren't and, especially when it's more then one person, they have your best interest at heart. Steer clear!

The positive not only came from that lesson, but it was a real ice breaker and we bonded as co-workers and started to begin a new friendship. As far as his office went, I knew it was either one of two offices, but I really couldn't remember which one it was. And my feelings showed nothing. That door, which ever one it was, was just that. It had no significance on how I felt of what it once was. I was able to walk those halls with my head held high, those who know me - know who I am. And they don't let one major mistake tarnish those thoughts. When it came to his friends, or should I say acquaintances, I simply greeted them with a smile. The key focus is two things, (1) act like a lady and (2) I was simply there to do a job, therefore remaining professional was of my utmost concern.

Although the experience was gut wrenching, it helped put another little piece of the puzzle back together. I might be broken, but all wounds are meant to heal! And I will! And if you are reading this and feeling great pain, it will pass - I'm living proof.

God Bless and Much Love to All!

A Time to Struggle

chrisey.lyon@yahoo.com (Cecilia Emily Lyon) — Sat, 26 Jan 2013 12:21:00 -0500

As my nose is buried in school work, I take a quick break to glance up at my kids.

Casie moves from coloring a beautiful picture for her friends, to a learning game on the computer, to finding a favorite episode of her favorite show on Netflix. She's quick to come over and tell me exciting things that's happening. I admire her attention to detail. Just this morning, she was telling me about Marissa's 2nd birthday cake? How does she remember these details?

Tommy is holding Marissa's hand, because she heard a noise that frightened her. It's amazing how he can stop playing with his Transformers to help his little sister in time of need. He quickly grabbed a box of dress up clothes (her favorite) and helped her dress up into a beautiful princess. She yells "spend me around", as she lifts her hand high in the air. He looked at me with his big, blue eyes, gave a half cocked grin, and spun her around. Her eyes twinkled and the smile took over her face. Tommy knew he achieved his goal, and back he headed to play with his toys.

Marissa was so preoccupied with what she was going to put on next, she forgot all about being scared. This has to be the happiest child on this Earth, she giggles from the second she wakes up until her eyes tightly close at night.

At that moment I realize, this is my payoff. Parenting is a scary job and I don't know what the hell I'm doing, but I must be doing something right. These kids are ok - their good people. And despite the turmoil they've been through, they are happy. That's what really matters.

I needed that moment, because over the last week I shed so many tears of the unknown. At conferences, I was told that Tommy isn't progressing as well as children his age. Deep down I knew it. But, I thought I saw so much improvement, I wasn't sure. She had voiced her concern that something medically might be of concern. He's very weak and tired and can't seem to complete his assignments. She had suggested that he gets evaluated and was upfront that the cost is extremely high. Although, she believed that the Pediatrician could make some recommendations and that insurance could cover a good portion of it. Immediately, my heart dropped - Brent still hasn't reinstated their insurance. What am I going to do? Casie was with me, and thank God for that. I walked out of her classroom and the first teardrop fell. She squeezed my hand and said "Why are you crying, Mommy." I smiled at her and quickly pulled myself together. As soon as the door closed to the car, I turned around and said "I need your help!" Of course, she smiled and was eager to hear what I had to offer."We have to help Tommy get back on track. Can you help?" She quickly responded "Oh yeah, I got this." The drive home was quiet. It was obvious we were brainstorming what we could do.

When I arrived home, I had some one on one time with my little man. I didn't know if I should tell him or not, but I chose to so he would know what to expect. I let him know first hand that if there's a problem, we will work together to fix it. If he's not doing his work because he would rather play - then that's a problem. It was hard explaining that sometimes some people learn differently. But, all I can ask of him is that he's try his hardest and be aware that he may not move on to Kindergarten next year. As soon as I said that, huge tears streamed down his face. That happy smile instantly turned upside down, "No Mommy, I want to go to Kindergarten!" It was so hard to keep my composure! Grabbing him into a tight hug is all I knew to do.

Things calmed down and I was able to move about the day hiding my sadness. Luckily, my friend Gretchen is always there to lend an ear and her words of encouragement boosts me to move forward. It's hard, but I feel a little better about the situation. True friends are such a blessing to have! As she always tells me, "us Mom's need to stick together" and at that moment, I knew she was right and so grateful for her support!

I don't know what needs to happen, or what's going to happen next, but I know that I have to be patient and understanding and get to the bottom of it. It's my turn to make him not scared, like he always does for his little sister!

And for that reason, I'm closing my books and taking these kiddos out for a surprise! Let them know how much their mama loves them! And how important family is and always will be!

God Bless and Much Love

Status Call

chrisey.lyon@yahoo.com (Cecilia Emily Lyon) — Thu, 24 Jan 2013 13:53:00 -0500

I was excited, thought I was feeling better and then bam - exhaustion hit me like a ton of bricks! This sucks! So, here I lay with my little boy watching Tom and Jerry, as Marissa prances around in a million different princess dresses. I would die for an ounce of that energy. Casie is still at school and should be home soon. Having children is a true blessing, especially when you are feeling down in the dumps - they always know how to make you smile.

I'm sitting here thinking about Brent's mom. This is weird. She sent the children a Christmas card with $5 each. They called to say thank you and when she was finished, she asked to speak to me. In a way, I felt sorry for her because I know what I went through with a spouse - I can't imagine going through it with a child. The conversation was about 10 minutes long and really all she wanted to know was what was going on. When I hung up, I felt I would do the right thing and send her a Christmas card back along with the children's school pictures. A few weeks went by and I didn't hear anything, until the phone rang at about 9:30/10:00 at night. It was her from her cell phone. Keep in mind, this woman only uses her phone for emergencies. There was a bad connection and the call was disconnected after a few hellos. Immediately, she called back ... this went on about 2 or 3 more times. We never did talk, but the following day I left her a message wondering if she was ok.

Deep down, I wondered if she was calling me to tell me Brent overdosed or something. Whatever it was, she still hasn't called back. The whole thing was weird, but I was proud of myself. I knew that no matter what kind of news she was delivering, was out of my control. If he were to OD, my sadness would be for my children mourning the loss of their "father". It certainly wouldn't be for me losing him - those tears have shed the last tear. But, the whole situation was strange and now I'm thinking its best to completely cut ties with that whole group of people. If you seriously think about it, my children could see any of those people on the street and not know who any of them are. The only thing they would be losing is their cards and phone calls twice a year. I'm willing to live with that. And I think they are too. However, if my children ever ask I will be honest and give them any information they may be seeking.

Anyway, with all that aside - I would like to give a status update as far as the blog goes. I haven't did that in a while, and people are starting to ask. So, here's the latest numbers: 23,614 hits. The countries include United States, Russia, Canada, United Kingdom, Argentina, Netherlands, Germany, Malaysia, Ukraine, France, Australia, Austria, China, South Korea, Italy, and a few others. I hope that this story can help someone out there dealing with the same thing I am. And please know that I appreciate the support!

God Bless and Much Love!

Competency Hearing, Really?!?

chrisey.lyon@yahoo.com (Cecilia Emily Lyon) — Wed, 23 Jan 2013 12:59:00 -0500

When I woke up yesterday, I could feel something wasn't right. At first, I felt it was the effects of a crazy weekend. However, as the day progressed ... I learned it was the beginning of an illness. One of the guys joked and kept calling me "lumpy" because of the huge bulges coming from my neck. We had new people arrive at the office and I was doing everything I could to tuff it out, until my boss approached me and told me to go home.

Both of my parents have cancer, therefore their immune system is low. Not to mention, my poor babies just recovered from their Christmas funk of illnesses. So, I took the best approach that I knew and headed for urgent care. I don't have insurance, but I knew whatever was approaching was coming quickly and powerful and I needed to be proactive.

It seemed like slow motion as the doctor said "You have the flu," he continued talking and all I was catching was bits and pieces of what followed "The antibiotic will help your infected glands", "drink plenty of fluids", and the best of all "It's going to run its course, you will feel like you've been hit by a freight train".

Oh hell no! You gotta be kidding. I don't have time to be sick, besides that what about all of the people I have been around?!? Luckily, it was the early stages and since I had the flu shot - it shouldn't be as bad. As the night went on, it got worse.

My voice, what's left of it, sounds horrible, my throat feels like I'm swallowing razor blades, the congestion is insane, and my body is just exhausted. But, being a single mom - you get no sick days. Therefore, I have to keep pushing. However, I'm incredibly grateful for the help from my mom. Obviously, I can't return to work, but I was able to focus on updating some paperwork, work on my homework for school, balance my checkbook, among other important duties that seem to get pushed to the side during a normal work week. Then for sweets and giggles, I clicked on the following link: http://apps.courts.ky.gov/CourtRecords/, entered Jefferson County, followed by Brent's information - and there it was ..... three pending cases. The first was for the foreclosure on his home. And the other two were the charges for violating the Domestic Violence Order (DVO) for a competency hearing! A competency hearing?!? Or, should I say a strategy to get him out of these charges? I got an idea .... don't break the law and quit being such a scum bag, and life would run a lot smoother! Better yet, LEAVE ME ALONE! Again, this whole thing is comical! He will probably get out of it, I'm sure! He always does! But, I'm not backing down. They need to say "yeah, he's crazy ... now let's lock him up and throw away the key".

Like I've said before, everything I'm stating as facts can be proven in the Commonwealth of Kentucky (Jefferson County) - it's all a matter of public record. So, help yourself!

So, moving along from an obvious "ooops" his parents made, my big announcement was supposed to be announced sometime this week. However, thanks to the flu - I will make it when it actually happens. A big move with mixed emotions! Stay tuned ....

God Bless and Much Love

Communications From "Them" Again

chrisey.lyon@yahoo.com (Cecilia Emily Lyon) — Sun, 20 Jan 2013 21:31:00 -0500

I'm sitting here thinking, I should be pissed, but instead I'm baffled by true ignorance. Where do I begin? The emails that I received last week supposedly from Brent's girlfriend/escort, honestly I still haven't read. However, what I did see was obvious that was the work of a crack head. And not just any crack head, him. It was later followed up with a bogus email from his "friend" ... I decided to copy and paste those. However, the one's that were sent to my work I blocked immediately. Therefore, I can't paste those. My thoughts are in red.

Sent January 9th

Hello CC, you know who this is. (Yes, Brent ... I know who you are referring to as this so called writer, but I will play along)

Let's start by letting you know Brent has no idea I am doing this. Wow, I did that in middle school. How old are you? Contact all the police you want, it's not third party contact. Already did, and yes Einstein, it is third party contact. He has begged all of us not to contact you. Really???

Just thought while I was down here in Louisville I would give you the opportunity to talk to each other like civil adults do especially when your children are involved. I don't want to talk to him or you ... that's why I deleted your sorry ass from Facebook - just sayin'.

I will not allow (sp?????) you to stir the chaos in his brain as we both know you like to. Glad you have that one figured out ... are you smoking crack with him? Because your judgement is a bit cloudy. Again, just sayin.

Tonight only I have dropped the shields on his phone Damn, what kind of phone has shields these days? Does Apple make that? so you may call and speak like an adult. To him? Um, let me think about that .. no thanks! Do not try to bully him I will not allow you to. Bully? Yeah, that's it. Move calmly and he will also I am quite sure. The only moving I'm doing is on from him! Besides, last time I saw him, he reminded me of that one song "Every day I'm shuff-a-ling!!" Because he moved slower then Christmas. Lol!

You may block your number and call him 502-###-#### There's a reason I haven't called, but don't bother sitting around waiting ... it's not happening.

Don't toy with me little girl. Little girl? If I remember correctly, you are the one 4 feet tall ... I'm 5"9.

This is between two adults BOTH wanting to put their lovely children first. Oh, are you mother of the year? Because I'm not sure I need to take advise from you.

Record it or do what ever. He did not ask me to do this so you will be blind siding him. If you were his true friend, which by the way I know this is Brent's work, then you shouldn't be contacting me.

He is asleep now, like usual with your and your children's' pictures by his side. What a freak!!!

This maybe your last chance to ever speak to him in person. You, not the children. Believe me, honey - I couldn't get that lucky.

You don't want to see what we, his closest friends, are going to let loose if you can't keep this private.If I cared what his "closest friends" thought of me, I might be bothered by that statement. But, since you are here defending a crack head, well, then ... blah, is all that registers. Lol!

This is not a threat. I don't do that kind of thing so don't take it that way. That's alright, no threat taken, I'm a classy girl and don't have time for trash bags as yourself.

You have one night, tonight, to do this. Oh shoot. Did I miss the deadline?

His shields are down so don't take advantage of him, I won't allow it any longer. Go you.

Thanks for your time sweetie !Yeah, thanks for wasting mine ... but it makes for good blog posts, so whatevs!

Hope you do the right thing for once CC!Do you know me?

[Today, starts round two in the never ending email game from his good buddy.]

Sent January 20, 2013

We almost have your final blog entry finished for you little girl. In my Beavis and Butt-head voice "You threatening me?"

You will have it shortly. Waiting .... clocks ticking. When?

From now on, you stop telling lies about him and we won't tell the truth about you.I blog, my life is pretty much an open book.

You are an idiot who believes her own lies.For those of you who thinks I'm lying, this is all a matter of public record. Inbox me and I will give you the case #.

I told you he documented everything yet you still continue.Remember that Ice Cube movie, Friday? "Write it down, take a picture ... I don't give a (explicit language - lol)"

You also owe him half the funds you generated from your blog of slander.Oh my gosh! This is hysterical. Um, no I don't. But, I get how crack heads would want to fight over $5 in order to fill that crack pipe. I guess every little bit helps feed the addiction, huh? Sad! Very sad!

You claimed yourself you would post all comments to your blog. Guess we will see.I've been waiting since you sent this email, and still nothing. I will post it though whenever you do ... that's when I get the most hits. Plus, it's spices it up a bit because you guys are just so stupid!

Good luck and hope you have a magical day. Ahhh, I love that saying. It reminds me of Disney. That's cute!

PS. We all saw your you tube video. Did you mean "your"? You should really re-read your work if you are trying to be hard core. That was actually a school project. I didn't like it, but glad you spent your time googling my name. Lol! Why would you say that he looked bloated ? I said bloated because I was getting graded on that assignment. I would have much rather of said "his face looked like someone took an air hose and shoved it up his ass and blew his head up" .. but that wasn't appropriate. You should take a look at yourself. Personally, I try to avoid mirrors. lolYour face barely fit in the screen I know, right! and true blonds don't have to color their roots do they you liar !I've colored my hair so much, I don't even know what the natural color is anymore. You should know that since you apparently hang on my every move.

Alright, so whatever. I called the police - made another report and will do this every chance I get. Maybe some day, he will either quit or they will lock him up and throw away the key. But, as his Big Dummy friend always says "that's good humor".

On another note, I had an awesome weekend. My kids had friends over and I got to hang with some of my friends as well. Not to mention, got a lot of family time in and that's always a plus. Back to the grind with school and work, but there's a big announcement coming. So, stay tuned. (big smiles)

Much love and God Bless!

End of Year Wrap Up

chrisey.lyon@yahoo.com (Cecilia Emily Lyon) — Mon, 14 Jan 2013 17:52:00 -0500

I finally received the checks from Brent. The only problem is, they were personal checks written on 12/13/2012. So, I'm anxious to see if they actually clear. It's hard to believe considering a crack head is sitting on that kind of money and not touch it.

My attorney and I came to an agreement and parted ways. As soon as those checks clear, I will pay her and move forward. Unfortunately, things aren't that simple ... since Brent won't comply with any orders, I have decided to move forward with another attorney.

The children were very ill - two tested positive for RSV and one with strep. When we went for the follow up visit, it was round two of antibiotics for Tommy and Marrissa due to their ears. The follow up appointment was scheduled for tomorrow, but the Pediatrician's office called and said they cannot see them until the insurance is cleared up. Brent still refuses to reinstate the children and at this point, I feel like I'm at a dead end. This will a good one for the new attorney. In the meantime, if the children get any worse, I will take them back to the hospital. Messed up, huh? Can we get a father of the year award for this piece of shit?!?!

Casie went for her first sleep over and had a blast. Me, on the other hand, woke up every hour expecting a call to come get her. But, she did it. I was happy for her, but it kind of tugged at my heart strings a bit. She's growing up so fast!

I'm still working and loving it. Funny story though, two Friday's ago, as well as last Tuesday I received some bogus emails claiming they were from Brent's girlfriend/escort. At one point, she claimed to be a prominent attorney - yet couldn't spell anything right. It was obvious it was from him. Then, another one followed up as his "friend". And claimed if I told anyone of the emails they would unleash all kinds of shit on me. Um, obviously, I could careless what his and his trash bag groupie's think of me - so let it happen! My friends and I laughed our asses off at these messages. The unfortunate things is, again, he went out of his way to find out my work email address. Simple solution - block the douche bags! In reality, I didn't even read all of them .... from what I did see, it was like a broken record - blah, blah, blah spitting the same shit! When is this clown going to get a freaking life?!?

Things are still tight with the schedule, so I apologize for not posting more often. However, I'm doing my best to keep you up to date. Stay tuned. Btw, thanks for the Facebook likes. Our hits to date are 22,798.

God Bless and Much Love!

Happy New Year!!!

chrisey.lyon@yahoo.com (Cecilia Emily Lyon) — Sun, 30 Dec 2012 13:08:00 -0500

Interesting ... I received an Order in the mail from the Judge that on 12/17/2012 I was represented by an attorney that I don't know (other then her address is the same as my attorney) for a compliance motion hour - that I didn't know about!! However, I still haven't received the funds. Is this really a reflection of our justice system?!!?!

At this point, I feel hopeless. I decided to contact the Bar Association, Better Business Bureau, and the local news media Trouble Shooters for guidance. It's a shame that it came to this. Guess I still don't know how to judge a person's character. Shame on me!

The kids seem to be getting healthier and that's more important than anything. It snowed in Louisville, so we spent the day yesterday playing in it. It was such a blast. My good friend from Florida was in town for the holidays and we enjoyed some time with her as well.

Even though people try to rain on my parade, I won't let them! I'm going to try to shine bright like a ray of sunshine. Or at least try too. (smile)

The encouragement I'm receiving is awesome! Thanks for helping me get through this! Our total hits are now at 22,139.

I will keep you posted on the outcome. If I don't get back on here, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!

God Bless and Much Love

Moving Through Christmas -

chrisey.lyon@yahoo.com (Cecilia Emily Lyon) — Fri, 28 Dec 2012 17:06:00 -0500

The trial that was supposed to happen, never did. Apparently, the lawyers came up with a plan and whether I agreed to it or not, didn't really matter. It was a done deal. Brent came up with four thousand dollars and the remainder would arrive the following Monday. However, it finally arrived the following Friday (12/14/2012) at my attorney's office.

The secretary called and told me it just arrived, but she had to leave and would mail the checks and needed to know when I could make a payment. This is where the story gets interesting. Brent was ordered to pay my attorney $5k, which he did. The remainder of the balance I would be responsible for. Lacy, the secretary, told me it was a little over $3k. When I heard that amount, it was obvious that it upset me. Here it was Christmas, I have three children to buy for, and my parents have been picking up the bill when I couldn't afford it.

Over the weekend, I worked everything out to where I could get the check, put it in the bank, and pay my attorney off, and move on with my life. But, that's not how it went. On the 20th, I sent a message stating that I have not received the checks ... here's the following correspondence via email:

Him: Not until we can sit down and discuss my fee.

Me: I understand that you want and need to be paid. However, considering I never signed a contract - I don't know what you get paid. Also, keep in mind that I've only seen one statement and that was the one you put in front of me during trial. So, I would think its only fair that I receive one immediately so that I know what I owe.

I was hoping that after speaking with Lacy Friday, you were going to send me a copy. I never received that nor the check. Please keep in mind that as a single mother, I do not have that kind of money laying around. Therefore, I was waiting on the check so I could get it to the bank so it would clear before I met with you over the weekend.

Also, I personally never agreed to the latest order, if I remember correctly, it was you not wanting to get up that early. I would have never put that much trust into a crack head. I have three children who depend on me. I'm trying to get my life back in order and give back my parents the money that I borrowed when Brent didn't pay child support. They are on a fixed income and can't afford to keep dishing out. Besides that, Christmas being five days away. I was depending on that money to purchase their gifts. You saw my financial records - I have nothing. But, I made arrangements to pay you in full and call it a day. It saddens me to think you are going to dangle these checks now like carrots. I really thought we were better than that.

Please send me a detailed billing, then we can meet at my bank to deposit the checks since both signatures are required. I will authorize my bank to setup a bank draft to your account as soon as the checks are cleared. This meeting needs to be mutually agreed upon with no charges incurred. After this issue is settled, we can suspend any communication with the other party unless cleared by myself. After the New Year, we need to discuss your hourly and court appearance rates for future business.

Thank you for your support and guidance during such a trying time in my children and my life.

Him: You are misconstruing everything. I wanted to meet with you asap BECAUSE of Christmas and BECAUSE I am willing to accept substantially less the the total bill. But after your accusations, after I worked for you for months for nothing, I am nothing short of amazed by your tone. I have been trying to arrange a meeting since before my surgery on Dec 11.

Me: I'm not asking for a hand out, and never have. I have been straight forward with you from the get go and appreciate what you did. Just send me the statement and let's put it behind us. As far as the tone, I could say the same thing about you.

As you know I've only worked for this company since October. On several occasions I had to ask off for court appearances, as well as for sick children (who has been canceled from Brent's insurance). I come in at 6am and never really know what time I get off - balancing that with going to school full time and taking care of my children, my schedule is very tight. That's the best I can offer is meeting on the weekend. I can't afford to lose this job, and I can't afford any more debt.

Him: When can we meet this weekend?

Me: My bank closes at noon on Saturday's.

Him: Then we meet 10 am Sat or this evening?

Me: 10am at the bank? I still haven't received a statement?

Him: Please confirm when you would like to meet.

Me: I can't confirm. At this point, it will have to be after the new year. All 3 kids have been in and out of the hospital and now I have to figure out a way to make Christmas happen for them. That's my priority! Even if I met with you today, it would be pointless because the check, even though it's a cashier check, still takes at least one business day to clear.

Actually, I'm still confused on why we even have to meet. I was in your office on 12/4 collecting my files, why wasn't this discussed then?? I'm going to pay you, all I'm asking for is a detailed summary since I have NEVER seen one. I don't know what the big deal is. So, if you want to hold the checks until then - so be it. I can't deal with it now. There's too much going on!!! Its the same story with my personal belongings from Brent, the children being insured, and whatever else. The whole system is a joke!

Merry Christmas!

Him: You are making this far more difficult and dramatic than is necessary. The check is drawn on a local Credit union. We have verified the funds are there. They are open until 6. When can you meet me there? Lacy will be emailing bill w/in the next half hour.

[In the meantime, the hospital calls me back to tell me Casie's culture grew something and came back positive for strep. All three children were running extremely high temperatures, and it was round two at the hospital with Marissa who then tested positive for RSV. I was terrified to say the least since the only thing I really knew about it was that my brother-in-law's grandson died from it. Not to mention, picking up presciptions was a blast since Brent canceled the children's insurance.]

Next email was the first statement I saw .... totaling in at $4,649.26. The first thing I saw after skimming over it was a Certified Mail Fee for $92.00. Really?!? My mind at this point was literally all over the place.

Me: Wow! That's cute! That's quite a jump from the $3k I was told last Friday!! Nice!

Him: Wow! Last Friday I had not added on fees incurred since the end of July and wasn't going to. That's why I wanted to sit down and talk. But you chose this route instead. It is just sad.

I wanted to work out something fair to both of us.

[I'm thinking 'if he wanted to do that, then why didn't he just do it instead of add more stress to an already stressful situation'.]

Do you want to meet at 5/3 tomorrow am? I need to know so I can fetch the check from office

[These messages came at different times, but I was at the children's hospital at the time and chose not to deal with it then.]

OK. It is 8:15 on Friday evening. I am about to go to bed. I have heard nothing from you about getting your money to you in time for Christmas. I will be turning phone off. However if you leave me a message, email, text or phone I will get in the am in time to pick up check and meet you at 5/3.

Me: Marissa just got out of Kosair w/ RSV, the other 2 have strep among other things. The hospital wants us to be at the pediatrician in the morning. Their Saturday hours are 9am-noon. I won't know until I talk to them in the morning.

That was it .... never heard back - today is the 28th, still no checks, no personal belongings, and the children still have no insurance.

My kiddos still aren't 100%, but they are on the road to recovery. They were really bummed about missing Christmas parties at school and poor Casie wasn't able to be in the program either. They don't seem to ask about their Dad or even talk about him much for that matter. His mom sent them a Christmas card and they talked to her for a bit. She asked them if she could speak to me and they handed me the phone. It's been a long time since that happened, but she was nice and I reiterated the fact that her and her Michigan family are more then welcome to keep in contact with my kids if they choose to.

Christmas was interesting to say the least - a chair crashed while someone was sitting in it, the front porch caught on fire, Santa came for a visit w/ a feminine voice, you never know who's walking through the door next, but all in all, it was good because it was spent with family and friends. And most importantly, my children were happy!

All I know is 2013 HAS to be my year ... (smile)

We will see what turns out, in the meantime, enjoy the good people in your life. God Bless and Much Love!

Let Me Bring You Up to Speed ... CRASH!!!

chrisey.lyon@yahoo.com (Cecilia Emily Lyon) — Tue, 4 Dec 2012 19:30:00 -0500

Funny! I started to think about my LinkedIn account and everything clicked. A few months back, I kept getting request from Brent's "BIG DUMMY" friend. Obviously, I ignored them. However, last week - my phone started going crazy and requesting everyone in the "people you may know category". At first, I didn't care, because it was legit. I put my phone down and forgot about it. When I came back a few minutes later, it showed that "BIG DUMMY" was one of those requested. (In case you forgot, Big Dummy is Brent's roadie.) Yikes!!! I didn't want that to happen. This guy is 100% comparable to Brent. That's obviously why they are BFFs. Anyway, you put two and two together and you realize why that friendship works - their world must be so boring to have to revolve around mine. Oh well. It's flattering in a way.

Anyway, since we are on the subject of said person - I actually reached out to his (Brent's friend, "BIG DUMMY") ex-wife to give my condolences for an unfortunate occurrence that took place. She was so sweet and it was nice to catch up with her. Now, I wish that I would have been friends with her vs. his big, tall lanky ass. But, whatever. He's out of my life, so no biggie.

I got a lot of different feedback after my last post. There was concerns from ones who fear for mine and my families safety. Ones who were shocked of how history repeated itself. There was encouragement to keep up what I'm doing. Ones who were angry that some one can get by with so much. There were ones who thought it was hysterical. And there was some who were disgusted with what they read.You mix all those emotions together and that's how I felt.

In a way, I thought maybe I put too much out there. But, I am committed to this blog and if I didn't share it, I wouldn't be being honest. I am saddened that our justice system allows this behavior to continue to keep happening. But, I'm even more saddened that our streets are filled with junkies like this. At one point, I felt that there would always be a tiny, minuet spot in my heart for him. But, that's been filled and voided. I don't want to say that I hate the dude, because hate is such a strong word. But, I strongly dislike him and hope that I never have to see him again. When asked about him, I seem to automatically give the same response "he's just a dumb ass". Maybe that's all I feel about him. I don't know. And, frankly, I don't even care.

My friends jumped my ass for even speaking to Kara. This was the first email I received from her in a long time. We don't talk on a regular basis, or anything. And probably will never speak again. But, I do feel sorry for her. I can relate, I can understand, but that's about it. We had too much shared ground in common and there's no reason for us to be "friends", so to speak. So, that's the extent to that.When it comes to friends, God broke the mode when it came to mine. I'm truly blessed when it comes to that department.

However, on Thanksgiving morning I received one final email from her. It was simply a copy of the Emergency Protective Order she filed in the state of Illinois against Brent. A court hearing will be held there on the 11th.

Last week was a hearing for the Domestic Violence Order violation that I took out here in Kentucky. Guess what?? Pushed again to next month. Honestly, I knew it would happen. Or should I say I wasn't surprised. This is the same road I've traveled in this case. However, today was the day for the family court business in regards to holding him in contempt for not (1) paying maintenance (he's three months behind); (2) returning my personal items within 15 days of the previous order; (3) paying the purge amount of $8,115.50 by October 17. My aunt and uncle were going to meet me there to offer their support.

My co-workers and I have formed a bond and they knew about today, so they were very supportive. So, it was easy for me to share my anxiety about what the trial would hold. When the time folded out, I arrived in the parking garage in plenty of time. To my surprise, when I rounded the second floor there before me was Brent and "Big Dummy". I could tell you the million things that started racing through my head, but all of that was shot to hell when I freakin crashed my vehicle. Yes, you read that right ... I crashed! I was on the phone with my mom who heard the whole thing go down and started telling me to stop the vehicle. I explained, "I can't mom - these two nuts are right here and I fear for my life with both of them!!!" I knew my tire was flat at that point, so I hurried along to the next floor. This all was happening so fast. My mom then said "Hang up and I'll call your aunt.". I was so upset and embarrassed at that point, I begged "No, please just stay on the phone with me!" I rounded the next turn and it was, no joke, like a shining light shining on my aunt and uncle two cars up. To express my gratitude to them for all they have did, there just wouldn't be enough minutes in a day. They jumped in my car for me to go park, calmed me down, and off to court we headed.

As the elevator quickly made it's arrival to the sixth floor of the Family Court building, there sat Brent and his "buddy". It wasn't long until the attorney's arrived and the sheriff was calling our name. After we were sworn in, Brent's attorney explained that the original attorney was out sick and that he wasn't familiar with the case and asked for it to be pushed back. My testimony was heard and the judge ruled for the continuance to take place Thursday at 8am.

After that, my uncle changed the tire for me and off I headed to my attorney's office. When I arrived, she had already received an email from Brent's attorney saying that I could retrieve my items this evening. I was like "Um, no! That guy can't tell the truth to save his life - I don't believe he has it. Let's call his bluff and have him bring it to the trial Thursday in front of the judge." ... she agreed.

Riding on a spare sucks. It was a time that I used to collect my thoughts. Sure, I was totally embarrassed, but I couldn't escape the obvious - Brent's demeanor. There's no other way to describe it then, he looked like someone took an air hose, shoved it right up his ass, and blew his head up. To say "bloating" would be the understatement of the year. In addition to that, every hair on that guy's body had turned to white. This 45 year old man was now starting to resemble the look of an 80 year old. He still had that creepy way about him. As for someone who always brings it to my attention that I'm fat - he doesn't have a leg to stand on anymore. He's not fat, but he's not healthy. The drugs have reached a new high on this man. And if his "friend" doesn't realize it, then he's not as smart as he thinks he is. The old saying comes to mind, "people that live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones" ... or some shit like that. But, eventually I made my way back to work.

I shared my story with my co-workers and of course, they laughed their ass off at my dumb ass. I was like "Yep - now I can be fat and can't drive!" Hey, it made for interesting topics to say the least. It wasn't long before my attorney called and explained that Brent's team has made an "offer" that he would pay me half of the money to delay the sentencing. I interrupted with "HELL NO". He made his bed, now he has to lay in it. I'm finished bailing his sorry ass out. This is not about me - it's about our children! And they deserve every penny of it. If they don't get it, his crack pipe will! However, the judge was very stern and assured him that he would be taken into custody immediately. Now, we sit and wait .... until Thursday!

Maybe this is what the dude needs, because at this point there's not many options left for him. I will try to be the better person and hope for the best. But, at this point I've been through so much - I'm not sure what to think.

If you are reading this and are currently using drugs, go back to the beginning and re-read this downward spiral that this man has taken and how it has affected so many. Rethink it and live life - don't be a schmuck to let someone dictate it for you.

There's a lot more ground to cover, but I'm going to have to share that at the next post. In the meantime, thank you for supporting my blog - we are now getting closer to 21,000 hits. God Bless and Much Love!

Hi-Ho, Oh, Did U Know?!?!

chrisey.lyon@yahoo.com (Cecilia Emily Lyon) — Tue, 20 Nov 2012 19:01:00 -0500

I try keeping myself in every way possible disconnected from Brent. Changing my number only added madness to the mix. It's disturbing to think some one's life is so pathetic that they need to harass me every which way possible.

In the past I started to tell a little bit about Brent's girlfriend reaching out to me. But, I abruptly changed the subject because, in all honesty, she asked me to. Since she's never did anything to me, I respected her wishes. Beside that fact, she was in danger and I didn't want to be responsible for anything to happen to her. However, today she gave me the clearance.

I feel this is important to share for numerous reason. But, if I had to narrow the reasoning down to just one it would be as a "character reference" for Brent. Instead of picking up where I left off about that, I'm going to share today's convo.

Here's the email that I received from her:

Kara: Hey, I hope you get this, let me know if you do....blog away woman!!! That freak will be in jail shortly for terroristic threats and I'm taking out an Emergency Protective Order tomorrow. I have GOT TO tell you all about this BS! (I GOT ALL OF MY FURNITURE, but had to leave a bunch small stuff behind). He is completely OUT OF HIS MIND!!!! Keep those kids AWAY FROM him and keep them safe! I'm serious. He really does belong in a mental institution!

WOMAN POWER! :) Hey, I'll join the blog and post his text messages and emails on there...I can't wait until you start making some big bucks from it! I'll tell the truth that you were right all along and I experienced the same BS!

Me: I had to change my number, because he wouldn't leave me alone. He's capable of a lot of creepy stuff, so be careful. I'm very scared of him - that's one of the reason's I kind of backed off on blogging. You can send me an email when you get a chance. His brother once told me "history repeats itself" ... and boy, was he right! Once upon a time, Brent used to be a great person (or at least, that's what I thought) - but, now days, the drugs have ate up his brain and he's comparable to the devil. From the bottom of my heart, please take my warning - don't trust him with anything. If he can do cruel things to 6 innocent children, no telling what he will do to an adult. I don't know you, but you seem to be a nice person. Don't waste your time with him - there's no "fixing" him. He's a lost cause.

Kara: Oh, trust me. I have to work today, but have made arrangements to go to court tomorrow morning to get an EPO. He blew up my phone so I changed my number. Now he's sending me emails that he's "gonna get me." He flipped out because, first, I didn't wait for him to get home. I hauled ass to get as much as I could, but left a lot of priceless stuff behind. Secondly, he thought he was going to get to keep my flat screen TV. NOT. Why should I enable him to get more drugs? I found a shit load of crack baggies and steel wool behind my bed when we took it apart. My crystal candle holders also came up missing. Those were priceless as well since they came from Europe. Anyway, he came up with some stupid story yesterday that he was "HERE" in Illinois and was coming to the house to get HIS TV. Whatever dude. Then he threatened to call my family, ruin my schooling, hell, ruin my life. Repeatedly, he text me "you cheating lying whore, bitch, slut, etc. I called the police here in IL and they said just because he's in KY doesn't mean they can't get to him for "Terroristic threats". So he better watch his Ps and Qs. The police said I had plenty of grounds for a restraining order. One other funny thing is that he knows where I live, but this place is out in the country but set up like Ft Knox! Motion sensors, etc. Not only that but my brother in law is armed. That crack head even barricaded the doors and windows all over the house. It was really freaky! WTF was he thinking? He literally had the chairs propped up against all the door handles in the house. The basement is all blocked out but there's sex toys and all kinds of crazy shit down there. He is really off of his rocker. I had to play games with him in order to get my stuff back. I'm pissed cuz of the stuff I had to leave behind...but at least I'm GONE! Then he says he got rear ended in the car he just bought and doesn't have a car anymore. OK, if you got rear ended, normally that would be the fault of the other driver, or your insurance would cover it. I don't know but based on all the things you said, I believe he traded it for drugs. Hey, here's a good tidbit for you to make a PILE of money! Be a bartender! That's what I'm doing now in a really tiny town and I'm making well over $150 per day in tip money. I don't have to go to work, but I love where I'm at now and I'm finally happy! I'll send you all the texts as soon as I get them all uploaded tonight to take to court tomorrow. My best to you! Women power to conquer assholes like that!

I think you should continue your blog. He can't touch you. He make shit up but has nothing to back it up. So really, I wouldn't worry about it.

Here's a really funny one. When I left here on Sunday to drive down there, he text me "that's fucked. Bring me McDonalds for breakfast." WTF???? Is he out of his mind? I had to make up a story that I was going back to Germany so that he couldn't mess with me anymore. Page turned and the book is closed on the crazy lunatic!

Take care...keep those kids away from that freak! I'll testify for you anytime you want!!!!! I will tell all!!!

Me: Wow! That's crazy! I feel bad for you, because I know what you are going through. Glad you got out. There's a point that you get to where you realize that what's left behind can stay there. Be thankful that you came out alive. That's where I got to. It's sad, but it all pans out in the end.

Kara: Oh, you can join me on FB and all that fun stuff now. That'll really piss him and "Bob" off. ha ha ha ah!!!

I really do feel sorry for her. As a woman, we really should look out for each other. I tried to warn her months back, but she needed to learn on her own. Brent is a very manipulative person and can make anyone think he's decent. I hope for her safety, she saw his true colors and got the hell out of dodge. I can't help but wonder if Brent ever thinks about the last thing his dad told him. I was there and I know what it was, "straighten up boy, this is a lonely way to die". Maybe his Dad knew more then he led on to. Whatever the case may be, it's obviously something Brent is not living by.

Moments later, I got an email from my LinkedIn account. Here's what it says:

LinkedIn has received a Notice of False Profile submitted to us pursuant to our Notice and Procedure for making Claims Regarding Content Violations. We request that you immediately remove the infringing content identified below. If you don't take action three business days from the date of this email, we will remove or disable access to the allegedly infringing, inaccurate or unlawful content identified in the Notice pursuant to our Procedure.

...This profile is grossly incorrect. This person has only a high school diploma. She has no
working knowledge of 6 sigma or any of the quality process listed. She
has never worked as a (Identity Protection) employee. She is studying to
obtain a Associates degree at a non ABET accredited school in a field
completely unrelated to the position listed. ...

Again, this is Brent's work. I wish he would spend more time focusing on things that matter then what I do and don't do for that matter. Although, I will refrain myself from stating the obvious of "Geee, your parents wasted all their money on your education and you ended up a crack head who collects a government check.", but what would be the point?!?! So, instead I simply responded back to LinkedIn and ignored the sheer ignorance of a drug-induced, mental person who was hoping I would reach out to him. I'm sure his next move will be to let me know some how that I'm fat. Like I don't know already, right?!?

Oh well, I'm glad he doesn't bother me anymore. Again, I feel sorry for such a lost soul. I will say an extra prayer for that man tonight.

Anyway, things are going smoother on my end. Sure, I have my up and downs, but I'm a freakin survivor. Have a great day. God Bless and Much Love!

Short and Sweet

chrisey.lyon@yahoo.com (Cecilia Emily Lyon) — Mon, 12 Nov 2012 08:42:00 -0500

Life has been so peaceful since I changed my number. Why didn't I do this long before now?!?! I guess I was afraid to add another change in my children's life. But, that was crazy thinking - they almost already know the new digits.

Speaking of kids, they've been really sick with a stomach virus. It's been horrific. I actually caught it and it knocked me out of commission for a few days.

Today is the court hearing for Brent failing to pay child support, maintenance, and returning my belongings to me. To once be a smart individual, he sure lost his ways. And that's all I'm going to say about that. Let the chips fall where they may.

Over the last several years, I have come across a lot of people that have experienced situations similar to mine. It's never distinguished by race, sex, wealth, religion, education, or any other factor, or lack of. Addiction does not discriminate. Unfortunately, it's a major problem in our world. I know I can't fix it. Believe me, if I could - I would. But, I can bring awareness and so can you. Don't be naive like I was. Do your research and know what is going on around you.

This post is short and to the point. God Bless and Much Love!

The Freaks Come Out At Night

chrisey.lyon@yahoo.com (Cecilia Emily Lyon) — Tue, 6 Nov 2012 17:09:00 -0500

So, you are probably wondering why I happened to fall off away from blog world. Well, the answer is simple. Brent!

My dear friends helped me land a new job. Even though the position is only temporary, it was in my best interest to come off the blog in hopes that he wouldn't find me or know about the new position. I was torn between emotions. At first, I was so excited to get back at it. Yet, on the other hand, I had been a stay at home since Casie was born. It was hard to wake up one day and realize that someone else would be getting my kids up in the morning - making sure they were dressed appropriately, do the girl's hair, make sure they brushed their teeth, feed them breakfast - but, most of all, it was that drive to school every morning that I miss the most. We talked about so much, sometimes they would sing and laugh, and then seeing them jump out and head into school with smiles on their face is a proud moment for any parent. But, I knew that in order to support them and give them the life they deserve, this is something I had to do. It was hard getting used to working full time and going to school full time, but things started to fall into place and I knew I made the right decision. Within a few short weeks, this girl is debt free!!!

I was so excited to see some familiar faces from my past at my new job. Working in a large corporation, it's easy to access the address book and look people up. Apparently, that's what someone did. Brent found out where I was. He sent me a text page as an unverified sender. Basically, what that means is he goes into my cell phone carrier's website and types in a number to send a text. Since it doesn't come directly from the phone, it will register as that number but state that it's "unverified". It read, "If you want a job there, send me your resume. Lol!" What an idiot!!!

Days following that, my phone blew up with phone calls from mental hospitals and eating disorder clinics responding to entries that he entered online. I mean, seriously .... a 45 year old man doing this?!?! First off, you have to wonder is his life really that pathetic that he has nothing better to do? Secondly, he must be a few fries short of a happy meal to do something like this. So, I'm wondering if he's high on his drugs or off his meds!!! Something is up! This isn't the first time he did this either. I mean, his message is loud and clear - he thinks I'm fat and mental. But, behaving like a child isn't really saying much for him, now is it?!?!

He didn't pay his back child support, or do anything else the court ordered for that matter, so we are scheduled to go back to court over that on the 12th. According to our divorce decree, he will be sentenced to 6 months in jail. That could be the best thing that ever happens to him. Especially, if they lose the key.

Then, there was the Domestic Violence trial. That was a joke!!!! And I'm sorry, but I do question our justice system. As my aunt and I walked through the corridor, Brent snapped a picture with his cell phone of our back sides. I don't get what that was about. Maybe he was taking it to show his friends my fat ass. But, I was freaked out. He is crazy and sort of freaking pervert!!!! Apparently, the Commonwealth of Kentucky and his attorney hashed out a deal without even talking to me. Back to rehab and Seven Counties he goes. In the meantime, he can continue to harass the shit out of me.

That night, my cell phone rang in the middle of the night. I was half asleep, so I didn't get it. Seconds later, the home phone rang. I knew it must be something bad, so I jumped up. It was my oldest sister.

"CC, are you ok?!?! The alarm company just called me and said there is trouble in the house."
"No, everything is fine ... the dogs aren't barking and it's not going off."
"Well, stay put - the police are on their way."

Moments later, the police arrived in multiple cars. I opened the door and told them that I didn't know what was going on. The alarm wasn't going off, but would check around the inside. He told me that the house appeared to be secure and to call back if we needed anything. As soon as they pulled off, the home phone rang .... the number showed an Elizabethtown number, which is a town about an hour south of Louisville. My mom and I both answered and there was his voice on the other end .... his sheepish "Hello" ... but, when he realized my mom was on the phone as well, he passed it to someone else. The guy said "I got the wrong number, my bad." and hung up. I thought, do I call the police back?!? Nope! Instead I called that number back, it was a "non-working number". Interesting, huh? Since I can't prove it - I have to pretend it didn't happen. Cute, huh??

Because of the picture, he's being held in contempt .... so back to court on the 29th. Put yourself in my shoes, starting a new job and having to ask off for this ignorant shit!!! I'm sure that makes me look really good. Luckily, the people I work with are very cool and understanding. It's still embarrassing though. Finally, I had enough. I changed my damn number!!! Life has been so peaceful without all the "blocked" and "anonymous" calls. My next move is to delete my email account. Since he will no longer know where I reside, it's less likely to deal with his sorry ass! Hopefully!

My kids and I will be doing a lot of traveling in the weeks to follow. We are so excited to be able to move on and get on with life. Although there's still a lot to sort out, I feel better knowing that my children will one day realize who was both "mommy and daddy" to them.

I will continue on with my blog, but please understand that with my current schedule, I will not be able to post as often as I would like. I hope everyone had a great Halloween!!!! God Bless to All and of course, much love!!!

Taking A Break - Safety Reasons

chrisey.lyon@yahoo.com (Cecilia Emily Lyon) — Sat, 13 Oct 2012 11:58:00 -0400

At this time, I feel for the safety and security of my family I need to discontinue the blog. I hope that one day, I can pick back up. But, there's too much going on at this point. My apologies. I'm not sure how long it will take, but I WILL be back. God Bless each of you!!

New Phase

chrisey.lyon@yahoo.com (Cecilia Emily Lyon) — Tue, 9 Oct 2012 19:59:00 -0400

A million things going on around me and a faint noise makes its presence from inside my pocket. I reach in to pull my phone out and it's a number I don't recognize. Hesitantly, I answered. It was the Center for Women and Children following up in response to a police report filed last week. Her voice was friendly and kind. I explained to her that the harassment hasn't stopped from Brent. His phone call last night was strange and didn't make sense. Despite the numerous repeated calls, he got through to one. It went from explaining that we had a lot to talk about. Then, accusations that the blog is a lie. He even went as far to say "Congrats on the Annulment, now our children are bastard's." He must have been high on crack. I was angry and kept repeating "don't call me", "we have nothing to talk about", "we pay our attorney's to do the talking", along with a few choice inappropriate words. I know it's not productive to speak to him. But, when someone hangs up calls your phone, hangs up, call back, and continues this you get a little annoyed.

I contacted my phone service provider and was basically told that without an actual number, they are unable to block these calls. The only option I have is to change my phone number. People question me why I haven't did that. The answer is simple, I have a 5,4, and 3 year old that knows that number. Maybe it doesn't make sense, but to me it does.

The lady from the Center reminded me to keep my phone with me at all times. Brent is a very dangerous person and is out to get me. She encouraged me to continue to call the police when I feel is necessary and recommended to join one of their weekly sessions. She asked again, "is there anything else he said". I thought and finally continued, "He said that it was an old friend of mine that reached out to him. He calls from her phone and pushes *67, so I won't know her number. He's very far away from home now and kept saying he's clear as a bell!" I was side-tracked by another thought and changed the conversation , "The detective is going to contact me this evening and let me know the next steps in this process. We have a Jury Trial at the end of the month for the violations of the Domestic Violence Order that is already pending. It's been pushed back several times, so I wouldn't be surprised if it happens again."

She could tell I was distracted by something else and calmly went on with the conversation. I know everything he said was a lie. What kind of women would allow a man to use his phone that often to contact his ex-wife? Besides that, all of my friends hated him. I can't see any of them reaching out to him. Also, for someone to claim they are clear as a bell so many times, is trying to prove them self, therefore another lie. I don't care what he says. It used to bother me, but he's one of those people that likes to hear himself talk.

When I hung up the phone, I thought "Omg! Instead of filling this lady in with everything that happened, I cut her off to catch the latest Days of Our Lives commercial. Seriously, what is that?" I guess deep within, I felt it was pointless to keep repeating Brent's current events. He's wasting my time and life with his ignorant tactics. Obviously, it's more important to know that Kristen is returning to Days of Our Lives than the drama in my soap opera. Yes, I fear for my life with this bozo, but do I sit around and hide out??? Hell no! He doesn't win anymore. Of course, I will always be cautious and follow the "buddy rule", but that's it. Life goes on, and obviously so does my favorite soap opera. (smile)

I had more important things going on. The Girl Scout Meeting went great yesterday. Casie is so excited about events that are planned out. I was honest with her and told her what happened - everything! Then, I talked to her about her father. She was cool with the whole thing and appreciated the help of the Troop leader. She's a sweet little girl and I know she struggles, but she's going to be fine. That kid has a good head on her shoulders and knows right from wrong.

Today was picture day at the children's school. As we sat down for breakfast, I admired how cute each of them looked. These little guys are my world and I am blessed to have them. They giggled as my Dad told them he was taking "Granny" out on a date. After 50 years of marriage, these two are good role models for my babies. I am thankful to have my parents help guide me through the "parent-hood express". Don't get me wrong, they are quick to remind me that when the children are in trouble, it's karma knocking on my door. (laughing)

Here's a toast, to a new beginning of the next phase of healing! God Bless and Much Love!!

Not All Treasures Are Gold

chrisey.lyon@yahoo.com (Cecilia Emily Lyon) — Mon, 8 Oct 2012 14:25:00 -0400

Guess what arrived over the weekend??? The official paperwork from the annulment. To say I was excited to have that in my hand would be the understatement of the year. It's a world of difference when you hear it's official and actually seeing the documentation. I was thrilled and couldn't wait to share the news.

Today was a very trying day, but I really learned how blessed I am to have great friends. My awesome friend, Marleen, sent the sweetest email that made so much sense over the weekend. I would like to copy part of it and share with you:

God doesn’t only give us what we need. He also blesses us with the things that our hearts desire, too. I don’t believe for a second that God would create you with all this love in your heart and deny you of a loving, loyal, wonderful man to take you as his wife - love your kids like his own - and stand by your side.

That statement really hit home and gave me something to hold on to. It went on to tell that everything happens for a reason and gave real life examples. She has a way with her words that can always cheer me up. With that being said, that's why I believe God put her in my life.

Another friend is Gracie. She's one of those people who can sense something is wrong and be there at the perfect time. I love the fact that she doesn't give up on me - if I don't answer the phone, text, or Facebook, she will find a way to get a hold of me. I don't avoid her by any means, but when I get down I find myself in this shell where I just want to hide. It's always reassuring to speak to her, she's quick to let me know that what I'm feeling is normal and natural and to remind me that I do have people who care and love me.

Dana is another person I truly treasure. She's been catching up on my blog and sent a message. I would like to share some of it with you, because she's so right! Sometimes it just takes hearing it from someone else to actually hit home.

You said how bad it hurts that Brent chose drugs over you and your family. I don't think that he chose drugs over you guys. He did choose to use once, maybe twice (really stupid!!) but after that...... the drug chose him! He was under the invisible spell of addiction. Nothing comes before addiction......nothing! He's won't ever be normal.....it's just how many days sober.
I know its splitting hairs kinda....but it's how I think of it, and its true. I am all about personal responsibility, but the addiction made Brent into a monster. I know he doesn't deserve forgiveness.....I'm not saying that.....just that he didn't choose the drugs over you.

Reading that really clicked on the light, so to speak. Casie struggles every day with the abandonment of her father. She dearly loves him and can't understand why he doesn't "just get better". I feel I'm giving her false hope by saying "all we can do is pray for him". Maybe I will take this approach and explain to her that Daddy will never get better. Once an addict, always an addict. We can pray for his sobriety but she needs to know that he chose the initial path and he will never be the same person she remembers him to be. Which in the back of my mind, I wonder what is that exactly??

The guy was always a useless bum who laid in bed or on the couch all day, besides his 5000 trips to smoke a cigarette outside. He never read to them, played games, took them for walks or to the parks, he never bathed them, or cared about if they were hungry or not. I did it and never thought twice about it because I always blamed it on his bipolar disorder. Besides the fact, I'm their mother - and that's what mother's do. He hated to go to Disney because he claimed they heard you around like cattle and steal all of your money. In fact, I remember taking Casie and Tommy to Magic Kingdom (by myself) while his ass stayed in the room. Strangers were helping me on and off the rides. Instead he wanted to push the "lake house" down their throat. Don't get me wrong, northern Michigan is beautiful and we had great times there. But, it was all about what HE wanted to do, never mind the children's needs or wants. So, why does she think of him as some hero? Why doesn't she see him for the piece of shit he really is????

That brings me to this morning. Casie has been so excited about joining the Girl Scouts since the first poster showed up on the school walls. I knew financially it would be trying, but was determined to make it happen. Not only is it a fantastic program, but it really teaches life lessons. I tried everything in my power to get the funds. If Brent would have paid me, like he was court ordered, it wouldn't have been a problem. But, I'm sure he will throw his mental card for that one. Last time I spoke to the jerk off, I said (and I quote), "Your daughter really wants to join the Girl Scouts. Please get me the money or she will not be able to do so." His response, "That's your problem! Get a job!" What an asshole. I have been to interview after interview, and even applied for positions that might as well pay crackers. Believe me, if I could get a job I would tell him to take his lousy ass money and shove it up his ass! But, this is for his daughter, not me ... how can a father be like that?!?!

I planned on coming home from dropping the kids off at school and gather some books, CD's, and DVD's to go sell to make this happen. The first meeting is today. But, unfortunately, I woke up with kidney stones. I was in so much pain. At that point, I realized I just couldn't do it. I cried my eyes out and didn't know where to turn. I finally typed this email to the troop leader. It read:

Hey girl!!

I'm so embarrassed to write this email, but I'm going to have to pull Casie from the Daisy's. Believe me, I tried everything before I had to send this message. She is going to be so disappointed when I break the news, but maybe next year will work out better. Sorry for the late notice.

Sincerely,

CC Lyons

This troop leader is another blessing that came into my life. We became friends over the summer when she reached out to offer some support of this whole colossal mess up called life. She is Casie's friend's mom and such a good person. She immediately responded to my email ... I chose not to answer right away. Then, she called. I couldn't answer because at that point I was bawling like a baby and couldn't catch my breath. And finally, she sent me a text asking why. I explained everything to her. She assured me it would be confidential and offered some other options in order to keep Casie in this program. It was mortifying and I didn't want her to think of me as some charity case. She was so cool about the whole thing and assured me that everything would work out. She's such a great person and I'm so glad it was her that I could talk to versus someone I didn't know.

Although, it would be nice to keep these things confidential - I blog. And it's only fair if I share everything. So, as Brent reads this and laughs to his buddies of this financial struggle - he's the one that looks like the douche bag father ... scratch that, sperm donor! And I have REAL friends and family who pick me up when he knocks me down and I will make it. And my children will one day figure it out and see him for the evil person he is!!!

Yes, I have to do the walk of shame into the meeting today ... but, it's ok. I did lose my cool for a minute when my phone rang with a "Blocked" caller ... I picked it up and simply said "Quit calling me, you pathetic piece of shit!!" Needless to say, he might of got the message but with his lack of brain cells he couldn't comprehend it, I'm sure!!

Be thankful for those special treasures you have in your life, I know I am!!! God Bless and Much Love!!

Crazy Days

chrisey.lyon@yahoo.com (Cecilia Emily Lyon) — Thu, 4 Oct 2012 18:44:00 -0400

Today was crazy. Before I start to tell you about it, I'm proud to announce that our hits for this blog has went above 18k!!! That's sweet! Thanks so much for the continued support.

I woke up at 6am, even though the children didn't have school. After getting ready, I had to go switch vehicles with my brother and off I went to a job interview. Arriving an hour early, I was so nervous and so excited at the same time. It went very well and I should know something within a week. Please keep your fingers crossed, this is a fantastic opportunity and I'm hoping that I am offered the position. My dear friend helped me get my foot in the door and I want to let her know how much I appreciate her!!!

After the interview, I had to take Marissa to the doctor because she had a few mosquito bites, one of them actually grew to the size of my palm on her neck. It was scary and I just wanted to be safe then sorry. I had my three children and my niece with me. We sat and waited in the waiting room for over a half an hour, then was finally taken back and put into a room that was about as big as my arm. Normally, I'm very calm and able to keep things running smoothly during long waits. However, after an hour - I let the kids get rowdy without even trying to settle them down. It's safe to say that it worked, within a few minutes the doctor came in and we were out of the office very quickly. She said it was an allergic reaction and called in a steroid cream to put on it.

I finished my homework and off I go for along weekend. If nothing major develops, I will check back in Monday! Have a great weekend!! God Bless and Much Love!!!

The Never Ending Game

chrisey.lyon@yahoo.com (Cecilia Emily Lyon) — Wed, 3 Oct 2012 21:28:00 -0400

Here we go again!!! But, before I fill your ear with more ignorance from Brent, I would like to share the rest of the day. All of the children were well and went to school. It was conference day and everything went great. I am a proud mama!

Today has been one of those day's where I feel very stressed out. I have a lot to do, but not enough time to complete it. Guess it's gonna be another all nighter. Or maybe not. We'll see.

Anyway, I have a good friend that really came through for me today. It's a good opportunity that could change our future, but I don't want to release too much information in case it doesn't pan out. But, I'm super excited about that. And will share as soon as I can.

So, ding dong called today. He must be using that "Fake Caller ID" app on his phone, because although it shows up as "Blocked" on my cell, on the home phone it shows up as (502) number. When you call it back, it says it's a non-working number. Tuff guy, huh? Anyway, I answered and he started off with "Can you email me pictures of the kids?" I said, "Can't I'm busy right now. Why are you calling?" .... and on with the B.S., pull up your feet because it's getting deep.

B: I know you don't have insurance, so I decided to leave you on it for another 90 days.
Me: Hmmm, maybe you aren't the son of a bitch I thought you were, but I was reading where that is common practice to allow Cobra to reinstate.
B: No it's not. You should have been off on the first day.
Me: OK, well, where's the maintenance payment that was due on the first?
B: I don't handle my money anymore, my attorney took that over and makes the distributions when necessary.
Me: I bet. So, this insurance thing - don't think that's coming out of my maintenance, I don't need any favors from you.
B: Well, I don't need to be reading about it in your blog or hearing from your attorney about it.
Me: Whatever! So, the stuff that you were ordered to return to me. The children and I will be out of town from tomorrow through Sunday - you need to call my mom to set something up to drop it off.
B: Yeah right! That's your attorney's fault. We sent her a letter explaining that you needed to pay for a POD's Moving Truck to be delivered here. I can't help that she didn't respond. Therefore, your shit is gone! And as far as the house, you won't see a penny of that either - I'm letting it get foreclosed on!
Me: OK, friendly reminder ... you aren't supposed to call me anymore. Remember there is a DVO against you that remains in affect until 2014. Good-bye.

So, the first thing I did was laugh and look over at my dad. He shook his head and said "I don't even want to know - he's sick, CC!" I typed up a message to my attorney and explained what happened. She immediately responded and is working on things right now. After she responded, I wrote her back and said "Do you know how to tell when he's lying? When he moves his mouth!" Bless her heart, I know she wanted to respond, but she was professional and went about handling the matter instead of engaging in my thoughts.

Since that's out of the way, guess what?!?! My marriage, if that's what you want to call it, is officially annulled today. I can now get married in the church. Better yet, the church does not recognize that marriage to Brent. Yay!!!!

Ok, and as I'm typing this out a police officer showed up. My parents were walking up the sidewalk and the officer approached them and asked if they lived in this house and said he needed to speak with me over a blog. At the same time, I was getting ready to leave to take Casie to soccer practice and Tommy started shouting, "Mommy, Poppy is talking to a real live police officer." I walked to the door and automatically thought the worst. Honestly, I thought he was delivering bad news about Brent. Turns out Brent called the hotline and reported that I made a blog post that I was planning on harming myself. I explained the whole situation and told him that was totally incorrect. Several hours later, a police report was filed and Brent will now be facing more charges. Wow! Does this guy ever stop?!?! He really freaks me out!!!!! This guy needs to be locked up and throw away the key. He's capable of anything. Needless to say, Casie missed her soccer practice. I'm embarrassed to tell the coach why, but I have no other choice.

As you can see from the events that unfolded today, it's been one of those emotional roller coaster types of days. I'm overdue for some downtime. So, I will make sure I take that opportunity. I hope you do too! God Bless and Much Love!!!!

Public Speaking

chrisey.lyon@yahoo.com (Cecilia Emily Lyon) — Tue, 2 Oct 2012 13:55:00 -0400

When I signed up for Public Speaking this quarter, I could feel my teeth grinding in fear. And today, as I work through the class, I'm still doing so. There's something about getting in front of a crowd and talking that scares me to death. I can share my life on this blog. And if you put me in front of my friends or family, my comfort zone, I'm fine. But, the whole idea of speaking in front of strangers is another story.

There goes that thinking process through my mind - what if I have something on my face or teeth?!? What if I forget what I'm talking about?!? I will probably use a word in the wrong context. What if my presentation doesn't come across as I mean for it too? I hope I don't fall.

It's very scary for me. Bottom line, I'm a very self-conscious person, and believe it or not, very shy. But, this is one of those things I have to do, therefore I push myself forward. Unfortunately! I constantly remind myself, "this is for the kids; you will never be dependant on a man again" type scenario's, but that doesn't make the fear go away. At all. (smile)

What happened to life when everything was so simple?!?! Before marriage, before children .... why did that time fly by so fast? And to think I wasted so much time planning my future, when in reality it turned out nothing like I pictured. Obviously a failed marriage isn't what I hoped for, but I guess that's where that old saying comes into play "dust yourself off and try again". So, that's what I'm going to try to do. I guess my Grandma knew what she was talking about when she said not to worry about tomorrow - it isn't here yet." If only I would have listened, I wouldn't have wasted so much time day dreaming. Ha ha ha

This morning, I got the children up for school ... same routine - get them dressed, brush their teeth, do their hair, let the dogs out, and then sit them down for breakfast. As they are eating, I run around and do some last minute things, like snacks, lunches, whatever. However, this morning was really giving me a run for my money - poor Marissa starts puking all over the place. Luckily, it's nothing serious, more of a drainage problem,but I kept her home from school. These are those moments as a single parent, you wish you had the other parent to help. The only thing I could do after getting her cleaned up was hand her a bag to hold in the car while we took the other two to school.

My parents watched her as I went to a scheduled doctor visit - the Psychiatrist (the doctor that handles the medication). I parked the car and walked through the parking lot to the tall office building. The thought crossed my mind, does people in other offices think "there goes another crazy into that one" as they greet you with a friendly smile? It's kind of embarrassing, but that's another thing I have to push through in order to deal with my depression/anxiety issues, although I walk with my head hung low.

The doctor is a very intelligent man who is very easy to talk to. After he scanned through his notes, he looked up and said "How did the trial go?" I could almost feel the relief fall from my shoulders, I immediately responded "In my opinion great. My biggest thing is the kids and everything went as I hoped for." He looked up over his glasses and asked, "Do you think he will ever get visitation with them?" I shrugged my shoulders and answered "I hope for my children's sake that he can get clean and be a good father figure in their life, but I'm afraid he's too far gone. His crack addiction cost him his job, his home, and his family. I have little to no hope in him anymore."

I explained that because I won't have insurance for awhile that I would need to schedule my next appointment out a way. He agreed and discussed my current medication. Currently, I'm taking Welbutrin to help with the anxiety and depression. My goal is to eventually come off of it, but through this process I felt it was a necessity to retain some type of sanity. I've been on it for about four months and it seems to help. Although, I do occasionally notice a lot of aggravation towards certain adults, but it doesn't seem to be all the time so I will have to deal with it for the time being. I made the decision to stop going to the Psychologist (the one who does the counseling) because I felt all I did was repeat myself. She was a great help and was able to teach me how to pull through the hardest part. I'm in a much better place, but still have a way to go, but I feel that I can move forward in a positive direction without these sessions.

As I made my way down the long hallway in this building, there was a tall man strolling along. He must have been drunk or something because he was literally bouncing off one wall to the other. We briefly made eye contact and I gave him a slight smile. Inside, I kind of chuckled and thought, "it could be worse". It's funny how things work out. I wasn't judging this guy, but his actions made me be thankful that I didn't suffer other "issues" other then what I already do. Therefore, when I left I was able to hold my head a little higher and move on.

I guess that's what I'm going to have to do with this darn public speaking!!! (laughing) And just in case you're wondering, I did not receive my maintenance payment yesterday. Already notified my attorney!

Enjoy your day and conquer your fears.

God Bless and Much Love!

Sticks and Stones

chrisey.lyon@yahoo.com (Cecilia Emily Lyon) — Mon, 1 Oct 2012 16:21:00 -0400

What a long, relaxing weekend that just passed. Today, is not only the beginning of a new month, but it also starts my first maintenance payment from Brent. Have I received it yet? Nope. Do I think I will receive it? Probably not. He thinks he is above the law for some reason. If I get it by midnight tonight, I will be surprised!

Speaking of him, I want to share with you some of the immature things that I have to deal with. Is he just really that goofy or could it be the drugs? Anyway, I used to have a Jewelry Store Account, but after paying it off and closing it I stopped receiving emails - until the other day. Curiosity got the best of me and I logged in to see what the status was. Keep in mind that all of my account passwords have been changed, except this one because it was closed and I didn't really think anything of it. Brent logged in and changed my information: Address was Lard Ass Lane; City/State: Huge Ass, Kentucky; email address: *******_*@yahoo.com (left blank to protect his identity). How do I know it was him?!?! That email address used to be mine for 10+ years. When he continued to harass me, I changed it and deleted that account. Einstein, with nothing better to do, created his own account with his information. Really dude?!?! My first thought was, I would rather be a fat ass than a crack head, but after thinking about it I feel sorry for him. For a 45 year old to do this type of thing, something is not right upstairs, if you know what I mean. Oh well.

I can do something about being heavy and I have, today I hit my 11 pound mark of losing weight. Considering I had three children in 30 months, then went through this whole crazy mess with him, I still have a way to go. But, I'm doing it - one pound at a time. So, I wonder, didn't his mother ever teach him the old saying "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never kill me"? Because guess what buddy, my friend and I laughed at the ignorance of the whole thing.

You know there was a time that it would have bothered me, but I just don't care anymore when it comes to him. I know that's sad to say, considering he's the father of my children, but that's how I feel.

Anyway, its cold and rainy here today, so I'm going to snuggle up with my babies and make it a movie night with my three favorite little monkeys! But, before I do, I would like to share a Facebook page with everyone. I don't know these people, but their story is very touching - it's about a young boy suffering with cancer. If you haven't already, show your support and like this page. It's for a good cause and it offers encouragement to an innocent child. Also, please say a special prayer tonight for this little guy! https://www.facebook.com/#!/PrayersforLaneGoodwin

God Bless and Much Love!

Keeping Busy, Helps Keep the Mind from Wondering

chrisey.lyon@yahoo.com (Cecilia Emily Lyon) — Fri, 28 Sep 2012 08:52:00 -0400

Yesterday was such a busy day! I picked the two little ones up early from Preschool because Marissa had an appointment with the Cardiologist. We were told that she has a murmur, which she will probably have the rest of her life. The good news is though, the kind she has will not cause any problems. Before we headed off to the Doppler room, the doctor told us, "if the hole in the heart closed - you won't have to come back". Yet, the ultrasound should that it was still there. It did get smaller, compared to last year, but since it's still there she needs to go back in 2 years.

Our next line of business was to head home and start working on the fish tank. Tommy and Marissa found the algae wafers for the algae eater and decided to feed it. The only problem is - they put the whole bag in. It was a crazy mess. The water turned murky almost immediately. With several trips back and forth to the fish store, a 75% water change, and cleaning EVERYTHING in the tank - it started to clear up. Unfortunately, this morning the algae grew back and is steadily trying to take over the tank again. The numbers are way off when I tested it, but I'm going to stay positive and hope that after everything settles our tank will go back to being beautiful again. This is one of my hobbies I started after I left Brent. It's peaceful to watch and has proved to be beneficial to calm stress and lower blood pressure.

Tonight is a big high school football game in Louisville, the Trinity-St. Xavier game. According to USA Today, the game is arguably the biggest rivalry in high school sports as 35,000 fans are expected travel Friday night to the University of Louisville’s Papa Johns Stadium. Trinity has won 30 in a row and the past four matchups, but St. Xavier holds the series edge, 36-34-2. Both of these school are great!!! But, with having more ties to Trinity, that's who I root for. And don't even get me started on the tailgating for this game! It's so much fun!!! At the children's school today, it was "Spirit Wear" - they got to wear shirts representing their team. Since my father, brother, nephew, and many other friends and family went to Trinity, we have a lot of attire. But, it's always fun to head to the campus store before a big game. Therefore, that was another stop on our "to-do" list yesterday.

After helping the kids with homework, baths, and getting them to bed, I left to go hang with a good friend who was sitting in the ER. Despite where we were, we made the best of it and had a good time. Then, to top off the night, there was a Jersey Shore marathon on. (LOL!) I love that show. They crack me up at some of the stuff they say and do.

So, before signing off for the weekend, I want to once again say thank you for the continued support!! And please have a fun, safe, and relaxing weekend. God Bless and Much Love!!!