I have to, at times, sit and contemplate the future of mankind. The idea of what society will be like in another hundred years scares the absolute crap out of me.

Just comb back through this web site and how many narcissistic, bipolar, histrionic, manic depressive mothers are referenced? And the one thing they all have in common: They bred, typically more than once. So those same genes have contaminated another generation, and much like pollution in a river run down stream with a vengeance and will continue to contaminate generations to come.

I have blogged often about how stupid the BM in my life is. She has a college education. And she is capable of making near 6 figures a year. And I wonder: How in the hell did she get through college… heck how did she get through high school… scratch that… MIDDLE SCHOOL being as stupid as she is???

Yesterday I blogged about her trial: She has a year’s worth of jail coming up due to her stupidity of not taking a plea deal that offered probation only.

Many, many RO’s ago, the original judge told her that she could not see the kids until her criminal issues were resolved. Aka she plead out or was found innocent or guilty of the charges of contributing to the kids delinquency. He did not make it a condition of the RO that she had to complete her sentence just the court part.

Then she went and pissed me off (again and again and again) and My RO followed, then other judges got involved from her breaking both RO’s repeatedly… you get the idea: Well BM doesn’t.

She seems to be of the opinion “What comes first stays in effect. It supersedes anything anyone else says.” She has even told this to DH before, telling him that the CO was signed first by a judge, so it superseded the RO and he better bring her the kids…
My point today?

BM called my house phone last night. Wanting to set up a visit to see the kids before she went to jail for a year.

My bad, I didn’t check the caller ID before I answered the phone and you can imagine both of our shock at ending up on opposite ends of the phone from each other. Her first words had me a bit taken aback “Guess it doesn’t matter, you can’t call the cops and violate me anymore.”

I spent ten or fifteen minutes last night explaining the court process to BM. That the RO I have out against her is in ADDITION to the original one. She took care of the first one: now she needs to take care of the second one. It won’t expire allowing her to see her kids. She is going to have to fulfill the steps the judge gave her to see them.

She has to have parenting classes, anger management classes, and a psych evaluation plus any needed treatment PER THE JUDGE, before he will allow her supervised visitation with the kids. I literally walked her through all the paper work step by step, dates/times/who signed what/what she has to do/where she has to go. I even advised her she could likely do ALL The classes she needs plus the evaluation, while in jail for free. And if she did: and the judge said it was ok: yes she could see the kids.

Her questions and utter shock at my answers leads me to believe this woman is in fact as dumb as a rock. That at no time has any of her attorney’s explained to her what is going on etc. And yes, her own fault for not LISTENING to the judge when they are talking.
Her final question was “Are you going to be calling the cops and violating me for calling tonight?”

No.

Not this time. See we just had a mature, adult conversation, no screaming, no name calling. It is obvious you thought you were in the clear to call and talk to your kids and I understand as a mother that you want to see them and talk to them. I won’t violate you for an actual mistake. But: now that I have educated you, from here on it is not a mistake if you violate the RO and I will report it.

She seemed to understand. Even thanked me.

And since the kids were all there: I had them yell as a group from across the room “Hi mom we love you” so she could hear it.

I hope this time she listened. I really hope she goes back and reads all the paperwork (if she hasn’t thrown it away). I hope for the skids sake she finally pulls herself together.

But I am not holding my breath.