A change is in the air....Smells like....Karma maybe?

Wow! It’s been one helluva a week in regards to Mrs. Ed! So sit back, relax and let Kojak tell ya all about it.

I finally worked out a date and time to retain my property from the “soon to be isn’t soon enough” ex. I was adamant that I was not going to be there for this event, simply because I knew that it just wouldn’t be beneficial for anyone involved. I knew that she would be hateful, nasty, violent, angry, and just a plain old bitch. More importantly, I didn’t want to see her face or be around her. Remember, this is a woman that thought I should be held in contempt because I wore my uniform to our first court date (She had all of my clothes!) Anyway, my fellow squad mates came to my rescue. We put a plan together for them to meet up and head in for operation “Get My Shit!”

I called the neighboring Sheriffs office for obvious reasons. They sent a Sergeant who was eager to assist his fellow law dogs. My guys showed up at my former residence and were greeted by Mrs. Ed. When she realized that I wasn’t there, as expected all hell broke loose. She started screeching that she was absolutely not going to give any of my property to anybody except me, “If he wants his stuff then he better drive over here and get it, because he needs to sign for it!”

Well that went over like a fart in church, so the phone calls began. When I got this news I went off the chain as did Aza who came over to help me when my stuff arrived. I could hear my step daughter in the back ground barking orders, luckily they fell on deaf ears. The Sergeant tried to explain to her that I did not have to be there in person to retrieve my belongings. He tried to explain that the guys were there on my behalf acting as my agent. When you’re not educated, you just don’t grasp simple things, this was a classic case. I finally had to call my attorney, who in turn called her attorney. I had to get my buddy to call from there so she could talk to her attorney on his phone because she would not answer her phone. The end result of that conversation “Give The Man His Shit !“ My boy’s started loading up my stuff.

The first of four arrived a couple hours later. When the final truck rolled in, I was told the news- my mothers bed was not part of the load. I was pissed to say the least. When asked, step daughter said, ”My grandmother left us that bed.” I can tell you that was completely untrue, but then again what do you expect. I also did not get my mother’s diamond ring that has been in the family for over 100 years. I did not get her purse, wallet or the silver certificate printed currency she had collected. I was heart broke when I saw my mothers personal items and keep sakes thrown like trash in boxes and garbage bags. The identification card that my mother kept in her wallet was just thrown in a bag. All that I have left of my parents, mementos of a 27 year career, a history of pictures of my family, my awards and so much more- destroyed, left in the elements. Many of the pictures have serious water damage. I was truly hurt.

Aza was a God send, of course she has been since all of this has started. She was as disgusted as I was when initially met with dozens of garbage bags and half rotted cardboard boxes containing my and my parents belongings. When the shock began to wear off she told me not to worry, that I would get my mom’s bed, ring and other property. No judge in his or her right mind would award her my parents personal effects. I agreed and the clean up began.

Since this all started, I have been under tremendous pressure as is everybody involved, especially financially. I can not explain to anybody that will read this how much negative energy was on my property when this stuff arrived. Aza, who is incredibly in tune with this, was overwhelmed. We have never had issues but we did that day and it carried over to the first part of the next day. The negative stress level was so high, it was unreal. Aza said that nothing was going to come in that house until it was thoroughly washed. Once again, Aza steps up to the plate. This girl has washed clothes for the last four days, folks. If I had to guess I would say at least 40 loads of laundry and counting. She is still washing clothes, but the really awesome thing is that you can feel the energy in the house going from dangerously negative back to incredibly positive. I just can’t tell you how much I cherish having her in my life, she exemplifies what a best friend is. Her husband is a lucky man, but so am I.

Now, here’s some funny stuff. It seems as though Karma has already began to restore some balance and fairness to the situation. I called my attorney the next day to simply thank her for doing such a great job mediating over the phone D-Day. When the secretary answered I could tell that something was different. She told me that she had something to tell me but really wasn’t suppose to. Are you ready? Sitting down?….. Mrs. Ed’s attorney called my attorney and told her in no uncertain terms that he was dropping her as a client because and I quote, “She is a fucking lunatic!” I nearly fell out of my chair! Aza was laughing so hard she almost peed her pants, I had already peed myself so I was just wallowing in it. I hope that this information is true, if it is, it’s about time that I get something positive headed in my direction for a change! I will keep you posted very soon about that rumor.

So for now, I’m Out And We’ll Talk Later!