One of the last things I spoke to Peter before all hell broke loose was, “Don’t fuck with my motherhood.” That’s exactly what he did since I spoke those words. He pushed my buttons and sent me in a whirlwind. More like a tornado out of control. What shred of dignity I had left was shattered in the wind. At 40 years old I was still a child. Unaware of what to do I put my trust in lawyers. Part of Peter’s plan was to deplete any savings or money I had on lawyers. A friend of his told me this is what Peter told him. What Peter didn’t know was that I bartered computer service for legal, so his plan backfired because his lawyers came with a hefty bill. He tried anything to bring me to court. The best was when he accused me of taking pictures of him during my son’s baseball games. I showed up in court with pages of pictures I took in the process of doing a live website for the team. The last thing I wanted was a picture of Peter. The judge was angry and his plan backfired. There were so many frivolous attacks and accusations he made of me. It was ugly.