We met with our lawyer this afternoon to talk about the next of our upcoming court proceedings. This isn't a hearing, just a "case conference", in which we are supposed to meet and discuss what's happening to see if we can arrive at any agreements.
I highly doubt we are going to arrive at any agreements.
Shawn and I don't agree that Little J should live in a house with a woman who is so addicted to painkillers and crack that she frequently can't get out of bed, can't send her child to school, can't do anything whatsoever. We can't agree to anything C is going to ask for.
And she won't agree with what we want either. For her to pay for her own supervised visits. For her to allow us to take Little J out of the province with us when we go on vacation.
So... what's the point, exactly? I'm not sure. Maybe something good can come of it. I guess it can't get worse.
Little J has been changing into a different person. Evolving. Metamorphisizing, really, into the child she was always supposed to be. Contented and self-confident and strong. She's not completed her transformation (who has?) but she's growing all the time. I attribute this to being away from the person who was undermining her and sabotaging her confidence. And to being with people who build her up. She's an amazing girl.
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