CHAPTER 28: The Opera: Act III; Pt. 4 [cont. 14]
From "The Saga of One F**ked Mother
Legion continues with her direct examination of Herry on the stand, acting in pro per in the third custody trial, in which she is trying to get custody of her three boys returned to her after Herry has wrongly moved them far away. She continues to point out things that demonstrates he was never an involved or caring parent so should not have sole custody. And he continues to lie under oath.
Herry is accusing her of being mentally ill as a basis for depriving her of custody, so she asks him why he would leave the kids with her for long periods of time, using her as his “refuge from parental responsibility”. Wouldn’t that endanger the boys if she really were so mentally ill she should get zero visitation now? This makes it obvious he is lying.
But Legion does not realize yet that no matter how good she does acting in pro per or how much evidence she presents to the Family Court judge that she is a loving, caring mother and Herry is a negligent and abusive father, it will make zero difference. Herry is the father—da man—and a pillared man at that, so he will be entitled to whatever it is he wants in “his” family.
In the last section, Legion finishes with her direct examination of the stepmother bringing out more of her lies. She did get her to admit that Herry wasn’t around often and that she was his “enforcer” who kept the kids away from Legion. Legion had rented a P.O. box and an 800 number in the hopes of connecting with them, but the boys were kept from using them.
CHAPTER 28 of Mother-Fucking: The Saga of One Fucked Mother begins with Act III, Part 4 of “The Opera” from Book 3. The Opera has three Acts with five Parts—one for each of the three Family Court and two Appellate Court trials. Chapter 28 covers all of Act III: Part 4: the third Family Court trial and Part 5: the second Appellate trial. This is a long chapter and will be published in newsletter-sized bites.
Dr. Blue’s novel is based on her own experience of the Custody Crisis. It uniquely conveys how Family Court judges are “mother-fucking” women—a form of systemic oppression—as protagonist Legion is systematically and methodically deprived of her children and money and reduced to “one fucked mother”.
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TEASERS
What it, that 11-day period had truly appeared to be to Herry, was not at all a time of his leaving the Boys with a mentally ill person in whose care a reasonable parent would never entrust children but, in fact, a perfectly sane mother who was instead for Herry his “refuge from parental responsibility” and under whose supervision he, Herry, would not have to actually DO ANY parenting work at all because he already knew the Boys would be very, very well taken care of…
…“You didn’t really believe, did you Dr. Edinsmaier, that I was nuts, did you?!” I wanted to clarify, “But I just fucking pissed you the hell off, didn’t I? By calling you to account for your sexual addiction about which you were soooo trying to hide it behind alcoholics anonymous and the 12 Steps…I mean I, Dr. Legion True, one uppity, blonde pussy, truly, truly pissed you off, huh, Herry?!”
“In other words,” I asked, “you never actively took them to practices, you never took them to their friends’ homes or to practices? You, Herry. You. You never went over to their homes, met their parents, found out what kind of people they might be, as far as adults around Zane, Jesse and Mirzah?
BOOK 3: Dr. True's Opera in Three Acts—with Five Parts
CHAPTER 28: The Opera: Act III; Part 4 [cont. 14]
I asked, “Dr. Edinsmaier, when is the last time you told the Respondent where her sons were?”
“I don’t recall when’s the last time I told you where they were. It’s been fairly clear that you have known, and there was not much need to tell you where they were.” Not that Herry permitted me, me the particular bitch who was the Boys’ ma, to know; but since I did, he wasn’t about to do any work on his own accord or initiative––of letting me know. His was the plan, after all, to keep me, the Boys’ mother, invisible anyhow. And if there were any work to his daddeeing, then that was the work Herry Edinsmaier was about: from Mirzah, Jesse and Zane keeping me … hidden and gone.
“Let me help you, Herry. Have you ever told the Respondent where her sons were? Since September 21st, 1990?”
“I don’t recall telling you. I have to point out that, as I said before, you seem always to have known. There was not a lot of point. You knew that we lived in Urbandale. You knew that they went to school in Urbandale. You knew all of the schools that the children attended. So, it isn’t as if I have tried to hide them from you.”
“Isn’t that exactly what you tried to do?”
“No.”
“Not at any point?”
“No,” Herry lied. Again.
“Not even here? Of what is this the anniversary?”
“Well, today is the 28th of October. It was about this time last year that we went to West Virginia.” And it most certainly was. The precise “time” … it was!
“Actually, is it not also the anniversary of the day Jesse ran away?” I was more to the immediate point: that one of deliberately and vengefully keeping Legion True, the true mama, hidden and gone from her own kiddos.
“It is very close to that time. I don’t recall the exact day that he ran away.”
So. Why was I not at all surprised that Herod Edinsmaier would not remember this event?!
This horrible happening was huge to me: Jesse’s having to run away. But as László had witnessed in his earlier testimony: when Herry had really, in fact, presented himself with the countenance of rabidly being into haranguing and harassing me by searching my condominium in Ames, to Herry … Jesse’s having gone missing was of no big a deal! “There was no outward sign of him being particularly upset at all about the fact that he didn’t know where Jesse was. It was all very matter-of-fact and very routine and quiet,” László had testified! Which was true! I had seen “this” in Herry myself that very night! Herry was not at all worried about Jesse’s gone missing! He wasn’t! His demeanor was only one of trying to destroy me!
“This is the exact day. Today, Dr. Edinsmaier.” I was becoming disgusted. And we had only just begun!
Further, there was more disgust to come: four to five pages of Dr. Edinsmaier not giving me a direct answer about his having told the Boys’ various physicians that he, the father, believed their mother, me the Bitch, to have a mental illness. Questioning went on and on before Herry finally admitted, “I could have. I do not recall. Well, it is difficult for me to understand how a person would engage in the course of action that you have unless they were ill in some way.”
Herry had finally given me a full-sentence conclusion, but I countered, “Course of action,” Dr. Edinsmaier? That’s terribly vague. You just got it said. You did get it said in ‘Court’ all right, ‘course of action.’ Well, if I am mentally ill demonstrated by a ‘course of action’ as you just got said, then what did you do, Dr. Edinsmaier, about that? If I am in whatever vague, presumed ‘course of action’ of mental illness, what did you do on the 15th of March 1991, with regard to the Boys? That was a date after September 21, 1990, and what did you do when I was allegedly so mentally ill?”
Typical, “I don’t recall.”
“You don’t recall, Dr. Edinsmaier, that you remanded back to me, that you put those three Boys back into my care for an entire 11-day spring break period?!”
“Yes, I did.”
“Well, Dr. Edinsmaier, but I was in a ‘course of action,’ you just testified, of one that was of a mentally ill person! You just said that! I was behaving like a mentally ill person. And you put me––, you put those children in my care at my total cost for 11 days! And then, did you ever call or write these children to check on them in the care of that mentally ill person during those 11 days? Well? Did you?”
“I did allow them to visit you during spring break for that entire week.”
“That is not what I asked you, Dr. Edinsmaier. I asked, did you call or did you write or did you check up on these children in the care of a mentally ill person, in the care of a person whom you believed to be mentally ill?!” How mother-fuckingly and utterly ridiculous for me to have to point out this discriminatory shit!
“I don’t believe that I did. You know, it appeared to me that you did in fact have concern for the Boys’ health and well-being, in that you could contact me … if … there were need.” What it, that 11-day period had truly appeared to be to Herry, was not at all a time of his leaving the Boys with a mentally ill person in whose care a reasonable parent would never entrust children but, in fact, a perfectly sane mother who was instead for Herry his “refuge from parental responsibility” and under whose supervision he, Herry, would not have to actually DO ANY parenting work at all because he already knew the Boys would be very, very well taken care of, indeed, and that he could, for 11 days at least, go off without them and be “young and carefree again!” Which, with absolutely no contact that entire time to them, is exactly what he had proceeded to do! And, here in open ‘court’, the Daddee was trying to convince me (since he didn’t have to persuade an already “decided” judge) that what he had done over this specific spring break period of placing the Truemaier Boys in the unsupervised control of “a mentally ill person” was all A-okay indeed!
To which I say, “What a crock of mother-fuck!” And continued, “Hypothetically, if you believed a person to be mentally ill today, Dr. Edinsmaier, would you give those children over into that person’s care––today?!”
“Well, it would depend greatly on the reasons for doing so. And it would depend greatly on the nature of the illness.”
“So. You would?” I asked back incredulously! Incredibly, more mumbo-jumbo! fuck from Herry!
“I mean, it would depend on the circumstances.”
“It would, huh? So. You really, really didn’t believe at all, did you Dr. Edinsmaier, that I was fucking nuts, did you?” No, no, it didn’t get asked exactly that way; I did leave out the “fucking” and … just asked, “You didn’t really believe, did you Dr. Edinsmaier, that I was nuts, did you?!” I wanted to clarify, “But I just fucking pissed you the hell off, didn’t I? By calling you to account for your sexual addiction about which you were soooo trying to hide it behind alcoholics anonymous and the 12 Steps and with the ‘help’ of idiot fuckers such as Varry Wussamai, now isn’t that, in fact, Herry, the … Fucking Truth?! I fucking so pissed you off! I mean I, Dr. Legion True, one uppity, blonde pussy, truly, truly pissed you off, huh, Herry?!”
“Dr. Edinsmaier, I want you to take a copy of the September 21, 1990 decision of Judge Sol Wacotler Seizor’s and show Judge Butcher now and me in it where it says, ‘cut off all contact including mail and telephone contact.’ ”
With the copy, Herry immediately flipped to page 16, and stated to us all, “Well, he puts in the paragraph here, ‘if it becomes apparent to Herry that Legion is continuing to engage in the same practices that have now twice been prohibited, Herry is to advise her that it is his intention to terminate visitation if she will not comply. If she continues, he has the right to deny visitation.”
“But I didn’t specifically hear the words, did I, Dr. Edinsmaier, ‘all contact’ or the word ‘mail.’ I didn’t hear the words ‘telephone denial’ or ‘take her mail from them,’ did I? Or, ‘lie to the Boys if you want to’ about her? I didn’t hear Judge Seizor tell you to ‘steal her mail to them’ or to ‘break her mother – child ties to the Boys’, did I? I didn’t even hear, did I, the two – word phrase, ‘parental rights,’ did I? You just did all this denial of me to the Boys … because you could, didn’t you, Dr. Herod Edinsmaier? Because you knew you could!”
“This was directed to me so I had to interpret this and then let the Court decide later if I had done it correctly,” the Truemaier Boys’ Exalted Sperm Source blithely answered. “And that was my plan!” O O O … O Soooo, So Brilliant One, I just bet that it, indeed, especially was––that! Exactly that!
The Proxy Domestic Violator continued, “The telephone calls and letters … I felt it was my responsibility as a parent to try to shield them from this kind of influence.” Meaning me, the Mother-Parent, of course. Maternal deprivation was the Not Parent’s entire intent. The Perfect Revenge. “What I did was attempt to carry out the burden that was placed on me by Judge Seizor. He said I was to terminate visitation under those circumstances. And I believe that I did to the best of my ability. And I was expecting that at some point a judge and Court would determine whether I had done what was proper and give me the direction necessary. And until that happened, I was operating on my own! I felt it was my responsibility as a parent to provide them the proper atmosphere!” Indeed, Dr. Edinsmaier carried out––on his own––the pillared men’s entitled vetoing power––just as slick as, in reality for androcentric millennia! ANY man has had dominance and dominion over ANY woman whom he so chooses to oppress! Just as those same pillared, countenanced judge-men would themselves do––should their own ex-fucked cunts dare to totally piss them off, too!
I could not get a straight answer so had to ask, “How do I threaten you, Dr. Edinsmaier?” a number of times. Finally, I stated, “The only thing I can understand from what you said, if I were dead, then I would no longer be a threat to you. Is that right?”
“Well, I certainly would not be worried about you writing any more letters.” How true was that!
“So, whenever I am in the living state, then that is a threat to you?” I actually became forced and compelled to then ask Dr. Herod Edinsmaier this totally asinine question! Except that it––and the Good “Healer” ’s answer under sworn oath––illustrates so clearly the male human sphere and privileged realm of domination, dominion over and control of the DEhuman female in all things––in even whether she should draw breath or not, let alone, have in that breathing life of hers––her own––biological children! Or, not! Exalted Sperm!
“Well, yes,” the Good-and-First-Do-No-Harm Doctor replied! “I think as long as you are capable of doing what you have done in the past, then you are a threat to me and my family life.” What unrestrained, arrogant mother-fuck. The unseemly spermy spawn of the Juggern Aut Patriarch had just sworn in open ‘court’, thus confirming! that I to him and to “his” was much, much better off––dead. All, of which of course, I had soooo, so clearly regarding the safety and well-being of my kiddos and of my self … known––from the exact moment, late–late on the night of Monday, 06 June 1988, when Herod Edinsmaier for his last time exited The Manor as its Lord. And himself walked away from all of us moooost , most … willingly!
Then came several transcript pages’ worth of intervening issues: Herry never intended to––and did not––take with him (any of the work of!) the Truemaier Boys’ pets: Zephyr, Rex or the zebra finch Lady––not ever! He did not even ask for their animals! Not one time did he request them! The telephones––two total––which Zane’s, Jesse’s and Mirzah’s Aunt Endys and I had each given the Boys had wires on them cut and both were confiscated by Herry and by the Not Mother, the Not Even ‘Step’-ping Back-Mother McLive so that the Boys could never use them to call me, a silver neck chain that I had personally given to Mirzah mysteriously wound up in the Urbandale bungalow’s bathroom trash can and neither the Daddee nor the Not Mother seemed to know how that had happened, in the autumn or early winter there had been no seasonal influenza vaccination given to exercise-induced asthmatic Jesse, although recommended by an orthopod no orthotic arches obtained for Zane’s baseball shoes––and, most importantly … no guns nor hunting knives taken away from Zane during a period of depression with his talking and journal expression of suicide. That one, that last one, is unconscionable to me: how a physician, a pathologist no less, passive-aggressively and with such a laissez-faire, read that actually as with such a LAZY ethic, outright refused to acknowledge the danger of the father of a teenage boy allowing such firearms and weaponry in the home when the child is depressed. I was fucking stunned at this one. daJudge Butcher? From him?––Not a measure of one hint of incredulity did Judge Butcher register on this factoid! Not even one.
We moved on: some there was on the three Truemaier Boys being deceived into believing long, long past the end of job negotiations that Herry was taking a post where, for the children, there was to be a really large house and even a swimming pool in Russellville, Arkansas, and that they would all be moving there. Then a short month or so later Mirzah was deceived into believing that Big-Daddee Herry was going to be the director of pathology at another locale after all … which location, actually, already had two pathologists and Herry, were he to be hired on there, would truly have been … third rung on its ladder and not the chief of anything (except of family matters … pathological) atop that area’s hierarchical pole of totems––at all!
Then, “Isn’t it really true that you, Dr. Edinsmaier, perpetrated terrorist and hostage-holding techniques in addition to all of the withholding of the Boys from me and that you did not promote their finding of friends for themselves?”
“Well, healthy children will find friends if they are just left alone. And that’s what happened. That’s the way it is supposed to work,” and as untouched by fatherly encouragement, let alone, his parental work to any of it all! Herry driveled this friend-finding fuck.
“In other words,” I asked, “you never actively took them to practices, you never took them to their friends’ homes or to practices? You, Herry. You. You never went over to their homes, met their parents, found out what kind of people they might be, as far as adults around Zane, Jesse and Mirzah? What adult examples did you bring to your home for these children to have as a scaffold to learn how to make friends, Herry? Who are your close, personal male, unrelated friends, Herry, whom you brought to your home to show these Boys, ‘I have friends myself––and this is how I myself am a friend to them.’ If you were so passive and blasé about it, who are your friends, Herod? To put dates to this, from January through October 1991 then?”
Of course, Mr. Shindy Scheisser absolutely loathed this question and vociferously objected so I said, “I will make it simple, one tiny question, Your Honor. Between January 1991, and October 1991, what close, personal male friend ever came to your home to visit you, Herry?”
“Well, aaaah, I can recall that Devin came one time.”
“Did he come to visit you, Herry, or is he really the Boys’ godfather?”
“Well, he came to visit me. I think there is the fact he does also enjoy visiting with the boys. But as far as I know, he came to visit me.”
“How many times?”
“Once.” Herry repeated the number.
“So. In ten months’ time you had one personal contact with him. This ‘very close, personal’ friend. Did you ever talk to him on the phone on a weekly basis? This ‘very close personal’ friend of yours?” I asked.
“No.”
“Do you have anybody that you ever talk to on the phone on a weekly basis who is your close, personal, male, unrelated friend?”
“Well, I have a lot of friends involved in –”
“The real question, Herry. Please answer only the real question.”
“Well, there are friends that I have who are –”
“You have no friends, do you, Herry?”
“Yes, I have friends. I have friends in, aaaah, at work, um, in-ah, in the church.” This? This from the vehemently avowed atheist, the amoral atheist, Herry Edinsmaier. “In the church that I went to in Urbandale. I have friends at meetings I attend. I see them.”
“How many times then, Herry, are they in your home on a weekly or monthly basis?”
“O, they are rarely in my home!” No shit, Sherlock. True that was!––and noooo different than from what had been that very case when he was mawwied all of those 12½ sperm-sourcing years to me! Still––true this was!
“Why?”
“It is unnecessary to have them come to my home. I see them elsewhere.”
“So. Entertaining friends in your own home isn’t something that you set as an example for your children? To emulate to them in their own setting? On how to be a friend?” No different this was––from when Herry was such The Slacker-Freeloader! that he always soooo, so had been! At Dr. Freddie Goldstein’s palatial country estate with the outdoor hot tub––to back before then even––to when we were juuuust starting out and Herry Edinsmaier would only ever sponge off of Abby and Devin at their student housing complex when the Boys were so much tinier and he and I first married. O, he wanted to socialize sometimes, yes––but always, always at others’ expense and only ever at their homes. And never, never because he actually had to pay for anything nor, most especially, never, never if Herry had to do any work to accomplish the entertaining of guests––from his performing either the work of cleaning up the Boys’ house before friends showed up to his ever having to shop for or actually prepare any of the victuals or the activities of the social call! NO. No work for Herry! Absofreakinlutely none. This was the how-to manner of Herry’s being a friend to someone––for as long as I could remember. It disgusted me way back when––when first I had gotten this about him figured out. And it disgusted me then––right there in the courtroom, Herry-Daddee’s testifying about how he continues to model this behavior on how to be a friend … to my three Boys. Or, more accurately, on how soooo not to befriend people!
“You just testified, Dr. Edinsmaier, how you let them find their own friends. Did you prepare a home of a family-nurturing kind that would, that the Boys would want to bring friends home to? And did? Did you have such a home?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“In Urbandale.”
“When?”
“For the entire time that the boys lived with me there.”
“Then why didn’t they have friends over? When was the first friend over for Mirzah Truemaier when he lived in Urbandale with you? What day, month or year, Dr. Edinsmaier, was the first friend over for Mirzah from Urbandale?” Mirzah loved having friends over. Always had. I so want that he always will. Absolutely loved having friends come over for a visit! So, too, did Jesse and Zane; but Mirzah I recalled as the child from littlest years, who, if a friend liked a toy in Mirzah’s toy chest, would take it out and give it away to the friend. For them to play with at their own homes for a while? Like borrowing? No! No … the little friend, Mirzah would matter-of-factly tell them, could “keep the toy for always!” It was now theirs. If the other kiddo liked a jacket Mirzah was wearing, then the other child needed only to express that liking to Mirzah––and she or he then … became the jacket’s newest owner! Because Mirzah had just given it over to her or him. For keeps. Mirzah had always been this generous––ever since he could talk and walk! I so did not want to see this in him … die! Mirzah was before he was seven years old, as I had humbly told Grandpa AmTaham while we were all getting ready to leave in the Caddy Blue on that joke of a trek to Wisconsin with miserable Mehitable, “the kindest person to walk the World––whom I had ever known in my entire life.” Any act of Herry’s and Ms. Fannie Issicran McLive’s with him … –– the silver neck chain in the rubbish and no friends brought or even allowed over for Mirzah to play with … –– this was just killing me.
“I don’t recall.” Herry answered –– killing me.
“I will help you refresh your memory, Dr. Edinsmaier. We had it in testimony back in August, a young child testified then, Jim. His name was Jim. He testified that he had been Mirzah’s first friend over to the house there on 69th in Urbandale. Did he, Herry, did he come from Urbandale? Or, did I––drive him down there to Mirzah from Ames and from Mirzah’s old Kate Mitchell Elementary School area, Dr. Edinsmaier?”
No answer came back to me. Mr. Shindy Scheisser saw to that. But the testimony had been clear: Friend Jim had had to come to Mirzah by way of … and down to Urbandale from … The Teacup ‘hood in Ames!
[to be continued…]
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Dr. Legion True: One Fucked Mother
Dr. Herod (Herry) Edinsmaier: Legion’s husband/Sperm Source [“re: I am snide” backwards]
Mirzah Truemaier: Legion’s son
Zane Truemaier: Legion’s son
Jesse Truemaier: Legion’s son
AmTaham True: Legion’s father [Mahatma backwards]
Mehitable True: Legion’s mother [Me hit-able—i.e. she was abusive]
Ardys and Endys: Legion’s sisters [names backwards]
Sterling: Legion’s brother [her mother’s planned name of next son (who never came)]
Mi Sprision O'Revinnoco: Herry’s sister [misprision: concealing knowledge of treason/O'Revinnoco = O'Connivero backwards]
Juggern Aut Misein Edinsmaier: Legion’s father-in-law [juggernaut; aut = 0; misein = “to hate (misogyny)”]
Detanimod Edinsmaier: Legion’s mother-in-law [dominated backwards]
Ava Saffron True and Zebulon True: respectively, Legion's paternal grandmother and her husband, Legion's paternal grandfather
Rowland and Wyman Natures: respectively, Legion's most favored uncle and most favored male first cousin
Fannie Issicran McLive: fawning enabler of ex [narcissi(st) and Mc(Evil) backwards]
Mary Jane: daughter of Fannie Issicran McLive; stepsister of Zane, Jesse, and Mirzah
Legion’s Friends: Margaret, Mona, Yanira, Stormy, Lynda, László, Jane, Kincaid, Joseph, Sheryl, Abraham (Quaker elder), Frieda
Legion’s Best Friends: Ms Grace and Dr Lionel Portia and Rachel
Wende: = Legion's friend after divorce [committed suicide due to Custody Crisis]
Jim Cornball: Herry’s acquaintance from AA and realtor
Loser Lorn: Insurance agent referred by Cornball
Judge Harley Butcher: Family Court judge
Judge Sol Wacotler Seizor: Family Court judge
Judge Barry Crowrook: Appellate Court judge
Judge Pansy Shawshank: Appellate Court judge
Judge Sol Wacotler Seizor: District Court judge on first two trials
Judge Allen Donnellson: Chief, Appellate Court for second and third trials' appeals
Judge Harley Butcher: District Court judge for third trial
Jazzy Jinx: Legion’s first Family Court lawyer
Carlotta Klutz: Legion’s second Family Court attorney
Shindy Scheisser: Herry’s lawyer [shindy = noisy; scheisser = German for shithead]
Li Zhang: Herry’s Aussie affair
Dr Freddie Goldstein & Ella: Herry’s colleague and wife
Mick: = Herry's acquaintance from high school; best man [not in Herry’s life after that as he had no true friends]
Varry Wussamai: Herry's AA sponsor (not a real friend) [I am a wuss backwards]
David Humes: nursing student; classmate of Legion's, y1968 - y1971, New York City
Edmund Silver: Legion's boyfriend pre-Herry
Braemore St: where Legion and her family lived, y1983 - y1986
Havencourt condominium: Legion's Ames apartment; after separation
Zephyr: tabby cat of Zane's, Mirzah's, Jesse's [pronounced “Zay – fear”]
Rex: Jesse’s pet Eastern Florida Kingsnake, female
Lady: Zane's pet Zebra Finch, female
Madonna: realtor
Larry Brouhaha: court-mandated marriage counselor
Dr. Shark: Herry’s residency supervisor who fired him
Carrie Canard: twice judge-mandated custody evaluator
Ms Tsianina Snowball: Legion's friend who instructs her in re The Look
Author: Dr. Blue, aka Ofherod, BSN, DVM, PhD = Commander Edinsmaier's Handmaid (Commander reiamsnidE's Handmaid)
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