Time to organize a group of vigilantes. I'm thinking Rap, with sabers rattling and guns blazing, Chongo, the McBride boys - best leave the Legionaires at the Hall, I expect. Thugs, knights gallante, some one handy with a sharp knitting needle - hell - I'd even welcome our old friend Martin Gibson - well, no. That is definitely going to far. Strike that last line.

Just got notice of another lawsuit the ex has initiated. That is three in the pipeline now. I figure the mortgage I'd have to take out to fly the crew out here, keep 'em fed, and go their bail if they get caught will be considerably less that the mortgage I'm going to have to take out to cover the attorney fees to defend myself. He is determined to stay on my radar screen, no matter what he has to do accomplish that, and is willing to bankrupt himself and me if that is what it takes to be sure he still has my attention.

I just want to move on with my life and stop being distracted by all this to the detriment of Sum Yung Sun. I wish I could just cave in and walk away. Problem is, that is what I have been doing, hoping he would then leave me alone. He has experienced that as an invitation to push some more. (Silly me, I lived with the man for 25 years, and already knew that about him. He is not a monster, but is a man governed completely by his emotions - and boy, is he enraged at me for "abandoning" him.)

Talk about Bullsh*t!

I WANT MY MOMMY!!!!

Rant over. Pretend I didn't post this.