Legal

Wow.



Friday, Crysta's divorce came through. Monday we applied for a marriage license. Thursday we finally made our marriage legal. A frustrating and seeming minor piece of paper. But at least now it's all officially recognised.



Our honey moon was three rounds of ten pin and a night in a cheap Seattle hotel. Then up at 5:45 so we could go stand in the rain for an hour and a half (under dressed of course, seriously under dressed) just so the clerk at US Immigration could hand us a wad of useless papers. Turns out we had pretty much everything we needed off the internet and when they said 'file' with the INS office, mail was fine. Anyway, got that done, and Crysta's name officially changed too.



Got home to mail from New Zealand. Michelles lawyer feels that "it is important that [I] understand that the interest of the children must be promoted sometimes at the expense of the needs of the parent." Which translates as it's good for the children not to stay overnight with me. Go figure, wish we had her lawyer. Maybe then we wouldn't be forced to send our other kids to stay with their abusive, convicted fellon, father for 8 weeks every summer.



You'd think I was asking for a lot, I sure don't think so. I have limited (and even more limited than planned now,) opportunity to see them, so I ask to have them for a week when I get down there once every two years or so. Apparently that is too traumatic for them, no overnight stays. Gee, I wonder who would really be traumatised by that?



So happy to hear, from everyone except my ex, that the kids are well. Especially Matthew, comming out of his shell and smiling again. He was such a happy and outgoing child, the youth he was growing into concerned me. Wish I was there to watch over him, be his mentor, friend, dad.