The Storm: When Truth Disrupts the Narrative

The calm resolve to stand firm

Jul 26, 2025

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The Motion That Sparked a Storm

Last week, I filed what I believed would be the final statement in a long line of pleadings, my Motion for Judicial Relief. After months of holding the line, enduring delay, and watching the case spiral into redundancy and confusion, I finally spoke up. I laid it out for the Court: the abuse, the cost, the patterns, the refusal to comply, and the emotional damage this is causing our children. It was clear, it was calm, and it was powerful.

And apparently, that power struck a nerve.

The Flurry That Followed

Because before the ink was dry, before the Court even had a chance to digest my words, he filed again. Four more attempts to rewrite the facts, reframe his behavior, and bury me in process. He filed: Reply to Response for Motion to Vacate Void Order, Motion to Reconsider/Alter or Amend Order Based on Material Factual Error, A Reply to my Response to his Motion to Vacate Void Orders, along with his Response to my Motion for Judicial Relief... Whew... That is a month full, now imagine reading all of that. It’s become a predictable, tiresome, and frankly ridiculous cycle: every time I gather the strength to fight back, every time I break my silence with something measured and strategic, the storm rolls in stronger.

When Structure Becomes a Threat

I think my motion surprised him, not just legally but psychologically. I named the pattern. I exposed the harm. And I did it in a way he didn’t expect, not with chaos, but with structure. Not with accusation, but with documentation. And he couldn’t ignore it. So, like always, he escalated.

In his own words, he mocked the "sophisticated nature" of my response, which, to me, felt more like a backhanded compliment. It spun him, and you can tell. In his response, he zeroed in on procedural nitpicks, arguing that my motion was somehow improper rather than addressing its substance. It’s what he always does: focus on the margins, not the message. The issue isn't whether I said the word 'sure' twenty times; it's the facts, the impact, and the repeated harm being done. This is someone who once wrote in a motion that I was "woefully underqualified and undereducated to make decisions for higher education and career advancement" for our children. (Yes, that’s a direct quote from his 2022 Motion to Modify Parenting Time.) He’s used to calling me ignorant. So seeing me come out of having an attorney, swinging with a motion that was detailed, well-structured, and strong, likely shook the narrative he’s attempting to build. His instinct was to twist and weaponize it, like always. The same man who regularly calls me an idiot, now found my writing too smart. It was revealing. That comment said more than any legal argument could.

Reality Check: Our Daughters Are Thriving

And here’s the irony: while he tried to discredit me as uneducated, all three of our girls are thriving. One is already taking college courses. The younger two are following close behind. All three of them are honor roll, two have 4.0 GPAs. And they are involved in school activities, including multiple sports, Student Council, Speech and Debate, and foreign language. I couldn’t be prouder. But I'm "woefully underqualified", until, of course, my intelligence becomes a liability in his eyes, something to discredit when he feels threatened.

Timing, Tactics, and Selective Outrage

And the timing is no coincidence. He complained that my filing forced him to respond during his "summer vacation". The irony? The irony is, he initiated this entire flurry of filings while we were out of state on a family vacation, which set this all in motion in the first place, not like I had a choice. Those dates are set the day you file. Blaming me for doing the very thing he did first. That context, of course, was left out of his accusations. It's wild, but not surprising. It’s a familiar tactic: overwhelm the system while claiming to be the victim of it. Instead of addressing the substance of what’s at stake, he clings to distractions: procedural complaints, scheduling drama, and selective outrage. He accuses me of weaponizing the process while manipulating the calendar and spinning every court response into persecution.

When It Rains

The storm isn’t random. After eight years, this does not feel like momentum. We are not moving in a healthy direction. It’s rage—masked in motions, laced in language, and filed like clockwork.

But this time, I’m not drowning in it. I see it clearly. And I’m standing in it, umbrella up, heels planted, documents ready.

This isn’t just about one hearing or one order. It’s about making the Court see the storm for what it is. Not weather... a pattern. Not coincidence... control.

What Comes Next

And when I filed my final Reply, which includes a detailed count of the motions he’s filed over the years, and the quote where he openly calls me uneducated, all I can do now is wait and pray that the court will finally be done too.

The wind may pick up again. But that’s not my problem.

My job is to keep telling the truth, to protect our children, and to stop pretending this is just a legal dispute.

This is a storm. But I’m not moving.

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