APRIL 24 2010 2246 - JACKSONVILLE FL - Something strange happened to me yesterday, and I guess I really should have written about it then, but I just allowed it to slip my mind briefly. Perhaps all I needed was a little time to just think about what happened, kind of like processing it to determine if what I thought happened is what really happened. I know I am just talking in circles, but events like this tend to boggle the mind.
Here is what happened. I was off from work yesterday. Well I went into the office briefly to move a piece of work off of my desk because, between you, me and the fence post, I don't feel that I can trust many of my coworkers to pick up the reigns after I let them go, if you know what I mean. Anyway, after leaving work, I came back to the house, and just relaxed for the most part until it was about time for me to go to my follow up appointment with my Orthopedic doctor. Now the appointment was at 3:00 PM yesterday, which meant that I had to catch the 2:12 PM U2 bus at the corner of University and Atlantic Blvd.
As I waited for the bus, a lady who also works at my job, but on a part time basis, walked up and sat at the bus stop. She and I ride the bus into work most mornings, so that was not anything out of the ordinary. She also knows that soon to be ex-wife of mine, and she is aware of our current status. Again, nothing out of the ordinary.
We waited for the same bus, the Southbound U2. As we waited, I chatted briefly on the phone with a friend of mine, and the coworker just sat there minding her business. I got off of the phone, and noticed that there was some guy who was taking pictures of the Wendy's that the bus stop was in front of. I assumed he had his reasons, so I did not pay him any attention. The coworker, however, did, and she noticed that the man took a few pictures of she and I as we were waiting at the bus stop. As the man walked towards his 2007 or 2008 Silver Chevrolet Camero, the coworker said to me that the man had taken several pictures of us.
At this point, I became very curious. The man drove through the Wendy's parking lot and out through the drive thru lane. I snapped a quick picture of him on my camera phone, because turn about is fair play, or at least that is what I have been taught. I also captured his license plate, Florida Tag P61 BPD. My coworker was shaken by the man's actions because she, like me, tends to be a very private person. I told her I would find out who the person was.
What the man did not know is that I have friends in low places. As it turns out, the License Tag came back as belonging to a Private Detective affiliated with Attorney Thomas Treece, my soon to be ex-wife's lawyer. Yes people, the heifer thought I was going to be stupid and not do my homework. She must have forgotten that I have ways of finding out just about everything.
So here we are. Her Lawyer thinks he has photos alleging infidelity on my part, and all he really has is nothing more than Peter Parker trying to get a shot of Spiderman. Now, I am sure they are going to Photoshop the pictures, I expect nothing less from people like that. I also expect those pictures to be used in some sort of slanderous attack on me. Long and the short of it is my ex-wife, yeah I'll call her my ex-wife now, anyway, she is trying to get me to fight her, and I am just not going to give her ignorant butt the satisfaction.
So, my ex-wife has this group of people who give her poor advice. I have been fighting and winning mental wars the majority of my life. She does not have the wits to deal with me when it comes to a mental battle. Instead, she'd rather have a physical or verbal battle so she can try to over power me with her lawyer's debating skills. I could give her the satisfaction of a verbal altercation, but you know, I gain more ground by not engaging her verbally. Bottom line is she wants to prove that she can break me, and she is finding out that I am not so easy to break. In other words she is getting bad advice.
So, the question now is what do I do about the most recent assault on me? My answer? Nothing. I am going to let her feel like she's won a victory, even though she actually lost. You see, I promised my coworker that I will let her know what I discovered. So on Monday, the 26th, I am going to tell her that the guy was a private detective, which he was, and he was hired by Paula's (ooops, I was trying not to use names), lawyer. As I previously stated, she knows my ex-wife, so imagine how that will back fire on my ex-wife. If you can not see behind enemy lines, you may not want to throw that grenade, because there just might be a tank ready to fire right back at you.
What I find to be most amazing is the fact that she claims she is suffering financially, yet she has enough money to hire a private detective. Those people do not work for free, in fact a typical retainer for a private detective is right around $700, and they bill by the hour plus other expenses as deemed necessary. Considering I made him, the detective is most likely going to get rid of license tag P61 BPD and get a new tag, so rest assured he will be adding that cost in the to fees he is charging Paula. One of these days she is going to wake up and realize that her country butt is just plain outclassed.
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