Journey To A Fresh Start

We had mediation today. Guess who our mediator was - Cindy Aguirre - the sitting judge on our divorce case. Looks like we finally have an agreement to finalize the divorce settlement! It's taking my mind some time to accept that this has finally happened after almost 10 years! He gets no gains - something he had been fighting for for years. He withdraws the $55195 from my 401k and gives me net proceeds. fort bend and contiguous counties lifted. His child support arrearage to date 0 out. Drop off location updated to fire station on Commonwealth blvd sugarland! Child support reduced from $2008 to $1500 from Feb 2024 forward.  Lord Lord Lord - thank you thank you thank you!!! This has been 20% of my life... its a wonder I am sane! Please let this end in praise!!!

It has been a while I documented my thoughts, my experiences. Today I heard news that made me realize God really does not forget his own. My son told me today that he had not been to his father's house in 4 months even though he has been picking them up during his possession periods. Where have you been staying I asked confused at the news. At Auntys house (his sister) or at Grandpa's house because they are in Nigeria. What is going on I asked. Well daddy said he doesn't want to take us to the house because one of Aunty Ronkes (his new wife) friends called daddy to tell him that Aunty Ronke has been poisoning daddy for months. A doctor confirmed there were traces of the substance in daddy's blood. What tha! I always felt like my life has been a soap opera since I met this man but being poisoned by his new wife...now that's next level! According to my son, his dad had been sleeping in the guest room with the door locked because he doesn't know what aunty might do

 "Stand up for yourself and fight your bully back."  'No one is coming to save you" "I hate cheating, maybe because I was bullied as a child." "A slap on the face...speaking metaphorically, I may be able to tolerate but a slap and a knock on the head?...the gloves are on!"  But when on April 26th, 2023, a day or so after news from my attorney asking me to be ready to show up in court on Monday sent me on an emotional tailspin into a dark place. A dark enough place where I lay on my bed, wondering to myself, perhaps dying is not so scary. Perhaps it won't be so bad to sleep and just not wake up Sunday April 30th I just cried in front of my kids while rush driving to be on time for church due to feeling exasperated overwhl3med with single parenting, home remodeling, kids both sixk this week, washing Tamilores hair, the weight of thinking about going to court tomorrow for the child support modification case lekan filed, etc - am so embarrassed wh

I was born on Ogunlana drive in Surulere, Lagos Nigeria. Ogunlana Dr was a time in my life I see as my years of innocence. I have 3 vivid memories of life on Ogunlana Drive. One was having intense tummy aches and ulcer pangs and being taken to hospital; another was seeing a huge rat in the guest toilet - yes yuk, the third was a baby carriage seat being placed on a table and be wondering why that was as at that age I felt it was not safe. The most important and vivid memory though was hanging out with the neighbors son - I forget his name but his dads name was Uncle Wole of Animal games. A memory seared in my mind is one of us sitting facing the street, watching cars go by. I don't remember playing with my brothers but I remember visiting uncle Wole's son. He was much older than me but weirdly his friendship or maybe it was more big brotherly guardianship gave me comfort. We moved from Ogunlana Dr when I was five

  [2/7, 4:40 PM] Tiffany Coffey: I think my mom is narcissistic [2/7, 5:38 PM] Banké Balogun: Hahahaha! Omg! I was wondering the same thing about my mom this weekend 😳🤦🏽‍♀️ More I thought about it though my mom was just a victim of a very abusive overbearing father. What she did not have she is unable to give. My mom and dad combo did create an environment that set me up to be a caretaker. I was the only girl amongst 3 brothers, 1 male cousin and 2 uncles. I felt alone and isolated most of the time. My culture raised girls to serve men, cook and clean while my brothers...didnt do much but waited to be served their meals from what I remember 😅. I just remember my childhood to be me listening to my mom always in her feelings about not being happy with my dad, she also has a tendency to be very critical and invalidating by nature.  She cares too much what others think so she would never hear me out when anyone reported me to her but would give her ears to outsiders then turn around