June 17, 1999

Back story, on May 24th, the ex wrote and told Keith that their daughters reading level has improved some with the help of “Hooked On Phonics.” She said, “Maybe you could look into a summer school there or some other special help for her reading.”

He responded on May 27th, explaining that he will do whatever he can for his daughter while she was with him, but registering her for a summer reading program may make it difficult since she is not a registered student in our district. He asked what her reading level was.

On June 5th, Keith wrote her back and asked her what their daughter’s reading is now, that he found someone who could help during the summer, and the person asked what her reading level is.

She then changed her mind. She wrote back and said that she thought her daughter improved on her reading and will complete her “hooked on Phonics” before she leaves for visitation, so don’t worry about it other than to be sure she reads every day for an hour. She adds, “I doubt she wants to spend her visit with you with SOMEONE teaching her to read.”

On June 6th, she wrote back and said, ‘I was thinking she might want to spend time off with you as opposed to summer school of sorts and that you could probably achieve the same results by just being sure she reads an hour a day and listening to her read.”

She never answered what reading level she was at.

Since Keith worked the same hours as the school office, and he wasn’t “allowed” to communicate with the teachers, he asked me to call the school and speak to his daughter’s teacher to ask what his daughters reading level is.

Well, on this day, his ex emailed him and said that her daughters teacher called in the morning with some questions about their daughter’s reading level. The ex FINALLY answered the questioned Keith had asked several weeks back.

And on cue she writes, “Why is it your wife has to show so much interest in what your children are doing. I thought she had children of her own. I would imagine that you would be the one who is interested in their activities. “

GEEZUS….

June 9th, 1999

Still pissed off and arguing about the Summer ticket that Keith had me buy, his ex emailed him and mentioned me by saying, “If you were to have your wife stick her nose into the mileage plan information you would see that all the times (her husband’s name) has upgraded the kids to first class and they have flown have contributed to the mileage they have earned.” She went on to say that “this” (upgrades?) will never happen again and that Keith was not “entitled” to anything in her life. As if. What she continues to fail to understand is that when it was ordered they split airfare 50/50, that meant 50% of the TOTAL airfare, not what she says it is.

She told him in another paragraph that her husband is “equally as mad” as she is, “if not more” at Keith’s continued interference in their personal business. Personal business? The kids are her and her and her husband’s personal business? Since when? OH and this is rich, like she told me on the phone, she told Keith in this email that, “a divorce is in the making because of the constant harassment over the years from you and your wife.”

She hoped he recorded her phone call to me. It was. If I could attach it here, I would. She also told him, “tell your wife to get a hobby something other than (her name in all CAPS) in her life. How about a job? so you won’t have to whine about the cost of you older children because she has sucked you dry with two more kids who require constant medical attention. If you have something to say I would prefer to speak to only you and when I pick up my children I want to meet with you to finally settle things in person fact to face without your wife holding your ????????”

Isn’t she disgusting to mention my kids like that?

June 7, 1999 Phone Call

WOW, just WOW! So the ex called ME. Since 1995, because of her lying to the police when she made a false police report, the phone calls between Keith and I and her and her husband were recorded. This call was recorded. During this phone call to me, she was wanting to know what was going on. I told her I didn’t know. She wanted to know why I bought the tickets for visitation, why did I do it, she didn’t care what Keith told me to do, why did I do it?

She told him his share of airfare was $215 and we found out that that the ticket she was going to pay for was $116. She thought that was fair. According to court orders, airfare was to be split 50/50. So Keith’s share should have been $165.50. She was PISSED because I ended up buying the tickets, she was INCENSED. We also found out she pulled this same stunt for Spring. She told Keith that his half was $246 while she paid $130. Keith’s half should have been $188.

During this call, on top of telling me she wasn’t going to sent the kids or pay her 1/2 of the airfare, and to take her to court, she told me “you people are so fucking cheap~ you are so cheap that you can spend money on their asthma and your computers and all your bullshit but you’ll whine about….” but I didn’t understand what she said. My kids have asthma. Can you believe that a mother, someone that is affiliated with the Kiwanis club, would say something about children like that!

She was just talking so much smack I had to ask her not only what she was talking about, but I asked her, PURELY out of jest, if she had taken her medication. It stopped her for a second, and she said, “No I haven’t taken my medication today.” I told her I thought she needed to. She continued on saying that she “had been diagnosed with severe depression and guess what? I’m gonna be on your door step so you need to be afraid!” When I asked her if she had been diagnosed she said, “Oh yeah, diagnosed with severe depression and right now, I’m gonna get a divorce and you, just thank yourself for that, ok?” She accused me of being the cause of her divorce! LMAO.

I literally just cracked up, and told her that was too funny that she’s blaming me for her problems. I told her I pitied her. She railed, saying, “Fuck you! Go to hell bitch! You can take your god fearing loving crap and stick it up your ass! Does it make you feel better to do shit behind my back!?”

She spewed so much nonsense, continuing to threaten me that she will continue to threaten me until every inch of my bone and body is afraid of her and I better be afraid because she’s going to be on my door step.

MY GOD….