I went to check my mail today, and I finally received a court date regarding the child support issue. It was in a big thick envelope — just the sight of it made me nervous.
I opened it up and glanced quickly at the date and time the case is to be heard — October 19th at 10 a.m. Am I ever going to get a f***ing break?
October 19th is my birthday. It's also a Friday — I had already scheduled a babysitter and planned a weekend getaway. We were supposed to leave early Friday morning. I suppose its not the end of the world, we'll just leave later in the day. But for a minute, I was really pissed off.
Then I started thinking about what I was doing last year on my birthday. This whole mess had just begun, but I was still in denial, and Levi was still stringing me along. I was living upstate, he was in Manhattan most of the time. He came up for my birthday. He brought flowers, a card and made me dinner. We had a great evening.
While lying in bed that night, he reassured me that everything was going to be fine. He was going to fix everything. We stayed up all night fantasizing about our son and about our future. It wasn't that long ago that everything seemed all planned out, and I was happy. Funny what a year can do.
I wasn't planning on spending any more of my birthdays with Levi. Certainly not like this.