Forgot to update my fellow tumblrites on the Dad Tea:
SO.
About a month ago I go dog sit for my bestie and her mom. All goes well and my doge nephews are behaving like beautiful angels. I go to FaceTime my mom to say hi while on this five day venture with my dog, and she tells me she accidentally picked up the phone and it was my dad calling, trying to get her to convince me to lift the order of protection. Once my mom knows the number she doesn’t answer it again but he continues leaving voicemails and his next court date isn’t until the 17th (Last Friday). So the week before I have my mom email our victim advocate and see if I should appear and talk about him still trying to make third party contact and she says yes so I get ready to do so. The night before I sleep only two hours before a six am wake up call, and spring into action.
I have done everything with intention from getting my nails done to wearing an open front blazer in red that looks like a damn superhero cape. I do my hair, even my makeup, and I catch my scheduled Lyft with only 13 minutes in between to take out my dog and close the garage door for my mom. I get to the courthouse 45 minutes early and am blessed to find a Stickler’s where there is coffee right next to the courthouse. I have been told that my victim advocate is out of town so I will need to meet a substitute one on the eighth floor which means getting there early. I pound a large quad shot vanilla pumpkin spice latte in fifteen minutes and head in.
It takes about fifteen minutes to get through the metal detectors and head up to the main floor to wait for my sub. Her name is Sandra and she’s soft spoken, kind, and very sweet. She takes me down to the court room and informs me that my dad has taken himself out of veterans court and into regular court because he’s “not guilty” and “Didn’t do anything”. I meet the prosecutor, and he talks me through what to expect if the case goes to trial. I nod. I simply tell Sandra I don’t want him to see me coming and stay between two pillars.
His hearing is supposedly at 8:30 but it’s now 9:51. Sandra and this nice caseworker named Bella come with me inside. I look around the room and he’s nowhere to be seen.
He didn’t show.
I relay my safety concerns to the judge who listens succinctly and takes me seriously because he already has one violation. Because he failed to appear he now has a warrant out on him as of this posting for failure to appear plus a $1000 bond, and as of Friday my Mom has also applied for an OOP. I have watched him shoot himself in the foot yet again. Life is good.
