Morgan's in High School Now!!

Morgan is barefoot because she goes to Catholic school. After Communion, she took off her shoes because they were hurting her. In addition to her diploma, though, she got two scholarships, which she wasn't expecting. So she went up to be presented with the scholarship certificates in bare feet!!

That's my Morgan!

I wasn't able to be there. I am still in CA, but going back to France on Monday night. I wish I could have been.

Morgan is going to be going to a private Catholic HS for 9th through 12th grade. At this point she wants to go to Columbia for college. Getting two HS scholarships at the end of eighth grade isn't a bad start!!!!


p.s. I think she looks a lot like my Mom in that she has the same air about her that my Mom did.

Remise de diplôme

Voici des photos de la remise de diplôme de fin du premier cycle que ma fille a eu hier.

Elle est pieds-nus car elle va à l’école catholique. Une fois qu’ils ont pris la Communion, elle pensait que tout était fini et elle a enlevé ses chaussures car elles lui faisaient mal. Mais elle a aussi reçu deux bourses pour le lycée, donc elle s’est présentée pour recevoir ces certificats pieds nus !!

Je n’ai pas pu y être. Je suis toujours en Californie, et je dois retourner en France lundi soir.

Elle va continuer au lycée catholique après ces grandes vacances. Normalement elle aura un mois de vacances avec nous en France. Du moins on l’espère !!

p.s. Je pense qu’elle ressemble beaucoup à ma mère et à certaines cousines éloignées du côté de mon père (par exemple, Emilie et ses sœurs).

p.p.s. L’homme qui tient le bébé est le grand-père a Morgane et au bébé, qui elle est la sœur à Morgane. La femme à côté d’eux été son prof principale, mais elle a aussi été le prof principale du père à Morgane lorsqu’il avait son age !

Graduation - 9

They Did it!!!!

Graduation - 8

Morgan Amongst Her Friends

Graduation - 7

Morgan With Two Friends

Graduation - 6

Morgan's Home-Room Teacher, Morgan's Grandpa Chuck, and Morgan's Sister, Fiona

Graduation - 5

Friends!

Graduation - 4

Scholarship 1

Graduation - 3

Scholarship 2!

Morgan's Graduation -2

All Smiles! Isn't she a Beauty?!

Morgan's Eighth Grade Graduation - 1

Receiving her Diploma

Want to be happier? Stop doing everything!

Want to be happier? Stop doing everything!
Shift more responsibility onto male shoulders — so you can relax
By Morgan Lord

updated 11:41 a.m. PT, Tues., May. 27, 2008

When an Iowa State University study concluded that women wield more power than men in domestic decisions, nobody blinked. Of course we do. We usually notice what needs to be cleaned/fixed/planned before guys do, and we fret more about getting things done right. Meanwhile, men are taking things easier: According to research out of Princeton University, guys spend 90 more minutes a day than we do having fun. And data from the University of Pennsylvania show that, for the first time in decades, men are the happier sex.

"Women often complain that they put too much energy into their relationships as their partners watch from the sidelines," says psychologist John Arden, Ph.D., author of "Stop Spoiling That Man." It's a cycle that begins the second we make dinner for a new boyfriend or plan the first weekend away. "When one person takes on more relationship duties, they're engaging in a behavior called 'overfunctioning,' and the other person automatically begins to 'under­function,' " says Jackie Black, Ph.D., author of "Meeting Your Match." "Women often overfunction because they don't believe or trust that their needs are legitimate and/or will be met." (Trust issues — we should have known!) The only way to break the cycle: Stop doing everything! Here's how to shift more responsibility onto male shoulders — so you can relax.

Making double dates
Why you do it
According to "The Female Brain," by Louann Brizendine, M.D., women crave face time with friends because connecting through conversation activates the pleasure centers in our brains and triggers a dopamine and oxytocin rush; it's not unlike our neurological reaction to sex.
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Why he doesn't
A 2007 University of Manchester (U.K) study found that men are more calculating about who they buddy up with; they're thinking about what's in it for them. Blame testosterone: High levels of the hormone make guys more competitive and less likely to seek out emotional support.

Strike a balance
Tap into that testosterone by planning competitive activities with friends, advises Les Parrott, Ph.D., author of "Trading Places." Next time you decide to play hostess, get everyone together to shoot pool or play tennis, or set up a poker table at home. Before long, he'll be the one begging for play dates.

Maintaining the yard
Why you do it
When you step out of your pad, you're more likely than your guy to notice weeds and drooping flowers. Tests show that women out­perform men at spotting altered or out-of-place objects. The evolutionary theory: All that time spent looking for signs that a baby might be sick makes us view the world as a "what's wrong with this picture?" puzzle.

Why he doesn't
What weeds? Overall, men are less aware of their environment, Parrott says. Your guy isn't ignoring the rotting leaves; he just really doesn't see them.

Strike a balance
"If your yard is a source of stress, it's time to rethink your landscape," says Stephanie Coontz, Ph.D., author of "Marriage, a History." "Shake off the pressure to impress your neighbors or live up to your mom's standards." Maybe it's time to replace that exotic flower bed with a few hard-to-kill bushes or a patch of grass. Of course, everything green takes maintenance. "This is why smart women give men power tools," says Joshua Coleman, Ph.D., author of "The Lazy Husband." "Guys can't wait to see them in action." You might think it's ridiculous to buy a riding lawn mower for a yard the size of a ping-pong table, but if that's what it takes to score more free time for yourself, it's worth it.

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Planning getaways
Why you do it
Sure, a poolside massage is a higher priority for you than for him, but that's not the only reason women find themselves knee-deep in travel guides. For one, we're better at coordinating details that mesh logistics and aesthetics (a hotel's location, the thread count of its sheets, the atmosphere in its lobby ...). According to Brizendine, the female brain boasts more connections between hemispheres, a characteristic that lets us more efficiently process different types of information.

Why he doesn't
Because we seem to enjoy it. "Every time we handle all the aspects of a trip, we condition men to think we don't want them to chip in," Coontz says.

Strike a balance
Choose three destinations together, then ask him to make the final call. "Granting him that power will pique his interest," Parrott says. Suggest that you each make a list of the things you want to see and do. "Then you should each make half of the arrangements," Arden says. The hard part is fighting the female urge to supervise. "Show that you trust him to follow through," Coontz says. That said, you might want to put the stuff you really care about on your half of the list.

Dishing up grub
Why you do it
Women are more concerned about calories and cholesterol and more aware of how food affects mood and energy levels, says American Dietetic Association spokesperson Katherine Tallmadge, R.D.

Why he doesn't
Most guys grew up with moms who cooked for them, so now they see the kitchen as foreign territory, Coleman says.

Strike a balance
There's no need to beat around the broccoli. Hand over a stack of fast-and-easy cookbooks and tell him point-blank that you expect him to cook three nights a week (which, he'll have to admit, is more than fair). "Men want to make their partners happy and like being told exactly how they can accomplish that," Coleman says. If his first few meals bomb, just remember that you didn't have to make them. "Once you let go of the reins, as hard as that is, you'll feel relieved and less critical," says Noelle Nelson, Ph.D., author of "The Power of Appreciation." Then, when dinner tastes great (or at least not awful), heap on the praise. "Nothing makes men more eager to help around the house than appreciation," Coleman says. Should you have to tell him he rocks just because he made couscous? No. But don't knock it if it works.

Mon Pauvre Mari!

Je suis si triste pour lui. Triste pour moi aussi, mais j'essaies de positiver autant que possible. C'est comme si on avait tout perdu. Absolument tout.

Voici la lettre que mon cher mari vient d'ecrire a ses deux filles,

Chères L et J,

Cela faisait un moment que je voulais vous écrire un petit mot pour vous dire que malgré tous mes soucis et tous ceux que je cause à vous, à Danielle et aux autres personnes, je n’ai jamais cessé de penser à vous.

Les États-Unis sont une très mauvaise expérience pour moi, ce à quoi je ne m’y attendais vraiment pas du tout. J’aurais imaginé quelque-chose de beaucoup plus simple et de plus facile. Malheureusement cela n’aurait pas été le cas. Mais bon, c’est la vie.

Comme vous le savez sûrement, Danielle et moi nous avons fait le choix de retourner en France et de tenter de sauver le peu qui nous reste. Et comme on le dit tout le temps, tant qu’il y a la santé, tout va. Et même là, ce n’est pas la grande forme. Chaque jour une nouvelle épreuve à surmonter. Ce n’est vraiment pas simple.

Je sais que de votre côté vous avez également des soucis, toi avec ton dos, L, et toi avec l’école, J, mais il faut savoir faire la part des choses. Parfois des choses insignifiantes, à un moment donné, deviennent importantes. J’estime, et ce n’est pas Danielle qui me dira le contraire, que la vie n’a pas été des plus cool avec nous depuis un an. Vous me manquez beaucoup, et j’espère sincèrement que ce retour nous rapprochera les uns des autres, car la vie est plus importante que tout.

Je suis conscient que j’ai du décevoir beaucoup de personnes, et surtout vous deux, mais je ne l’ai jamais fait consciemment. Je me suis donc plié à la dure loi de la logique et surtout, je souhaite de tout mon cœur enfin avoir une vie de repos et de bonheur auprès de tout ce que j’aime, et que l’on puisse passer plus de temps ensemble.

Je vous embrasse très, très fort,
Papa

Fabrice Wasn't Feeling Very Well, Though

Danielle in San Francisco Today

Morgan Back in the Good Ol' Days - Skipping Stones in Big Sur

Monterey Paint Brushes - Taken in Big Sur, CA USA

Donkey Smiles

Donkey Smiles
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Ah, mon amie, Julie!

Ma chère amie, que tu as raison. On restera ensemble, de ça, j'en suis presque sure. Mais depuis cet hiver, quand j'ai été malade et ne pouvais plus bouger tellement que mon dos et mes jambes me faisaient mal, et que j'ai même fait une thrombose, Fabrice a changé. Il ne s'occupait que de lui. Il me laissait avec mon mal. Je n'ai pas pu compter sur lui. Je suis sure qu’il avait ses propres soucis, mais la distance a commencé à se faufiler entre nous.

Si on retourne en France, lui au moins il a un travail qui paie assez bien. Même s'il trouve un ici, avec le dollar qui est tellement bien, il n'arrivera qu'à payer sa pension alimentaire et ses crédits, alors on aura à vivre entièrement de mon salaire ici. J'ai bien peur que cela ne suffise pas.

Lui aussi il panique. On a presque plus d’argent, et presque pas de réponses pour le travail. Moi je peux faire de l’intérimaire, mais pour le moment, Fabrice a voulu que je m’occupe de lui. Enfin, lui aussi pourrait faire de l’intérimaire, mais tout ce qu’il sait faire, c’est d’être flic. Ou, à la rigueur de faire de la sécurité privée. Demain il a un entretien. Mais on verra bien, car il aura à écrire des rapports et son anglais n’est pas si terrible que ça, surtout l’écrit. Il sait lire, et il fait de mieux en mieux dans les conversations, par contre.

On a dit qu'on allait essayer jusqu'à la fin de cette semaine. Et c'est ce qu'on fera, en ce qui concerne la France ou les US.

Mais je resterais avec Fabrice. J'essaie de positiver et il se fâche même pour ça. Mais je continue. Car je l'aime. Je ferais de mon mieux, en espérant que ça marche.

And I Thought the first Year was Supposed to be the Toughest!!

He wants to keep trying here. He should have his CA Guard Card within 2 weeks, and then, supposedly there are plenty of jobs.

I can't take it anymore. He's aggressive and unkind. Constantly apologizing, and than changing again.

I gave up my job and my home, left my friends and my family, to be with him.

I let my daughter go live with her father, which she had been asking to do for 2 or 3 years, but which I had always been opposed to, so that I could go to France to be with Fabrice. Now she says she wants to stay there for high school, which I have agreed to, but not because I want to,only because I truly believe it is in her best interest not to move around now that she is entering 9th grade. Most people say they never would have let her go there. Others go so far as to say I have outright abandoned her. Even people I have known for 18 years! It hurts!!! My life revolves around my family and the friends who are the family I have chosen. How they could even think such a thing wrenches my guts.

I didn't like it there. We had to live where he wanted to live, and it seemed that nothing I ever did was good enough.

I spent the requisite 6 months there, then applied for a green card for him. 6 weeks and $950 later, he had it in hand. Then he went to spend a week in NYC to get his SSN processing underway.

We came here together, after goodbye festivities and all, on February 27. We spent a week in MN visiting my sisters and nieces, and picking up my cats. then, because I knew that the DLI English Center was at Lackland, I mistakenly figured that Army recruiters in San Antonio would know more about enlisting a foreigner than some guy in MN. Unfortunately, they knew nothing, but you've already heard that story. When we got here, I had over $9,000 in the bank. Now I have $206.

I added it up the other day and over $6,000 of those $9,000 were spent on going to San Antonio, renting a place there, spending time coaching him so his AFQT score went from a 14 to a 52, negotiating with God and everybody to get Fabrice into the Army instead of getting myself a job. $2000 were spent securing an attorney since my ex-husband, in his ultimate wisdom, decided to sue me for physical custody of our daughter, even though I had already agreed to her living with him for high school.

We drove to CA for the higher BAH, and because I like it here and had found a job here starting in the fall.

Then I spent 3 weeks contacting everyone I could think of in the US and French governments, to get Fabrice out of the Army because they had lied to him. It turns out the email I sent to the man who I didn't yet know was the commanding officer of Fort Sill did the most good, but we didn't know it at the time, and he had told me to do whatever I could to get him out.

So that's what I did.

Upon his return, he didn't even bother to buy a calling card to call and tell me he was coming back. A kindly Lieutenant Colonel Staley was the one who called me, otherwise I would have been panicked at the midnight knock on my door!!

The next day he criticized me for not having found a job here during the time that I was getting him out of the Army.

The kindly Lt. Col. even asked Fabrice how his wife happened to know the commanding general of Fort Sill!!

Since he's been back, his outlook and attitude are completely different, and getting worse. I know why this is happening, but it doesn't make it easier to live with!

He is angry, having nightmares, and aggressive. Not a day goes by when we don't spend hours arguing. Mostly because he thinks I am giving up to easily. But also because I don't think the way he does, and don't want to stay here until we have spent every cent I have ever had and have no way even to get back to France!

This morning, after one of my so-called friends told me I've abandoned my 14-year old daughter by letting her live where she wants to live, with her father, who, despite the fact that I despise him, must have at least one good quality or I wouldn't have married him, much less mated with him!!!

Anyway, in the meantime, Fabrice's ex-wife and I are good friends. He left her in the middle of the night when "the other woman" arrived on their doorstep at 2 in the morning. The ensuing argument and accusations all took place in front of his two daughters. Needless to say, those two girls have been through a lot. throughout the three years Fabrice was with that other woman, until 2006, he rarely saw or even spoke to his girls. He was mad that they didn't want to be part of his new life, especially since he had been their primary caregiver. They were mad that he had abandoned them and their mother, for no apparent reason, in the middle of the night, Go figure. The other woman manipulated Fabrice, spent all of the settlement money from letting his ex-wife buy him out of the house, and manipulated him vis a vis their kids and would pretend to be going to involve them in family plans and vacations only to renege at the last minute, saying his girls didn't like her so she didn't want them to come.

I have gone to great lengths to slowly but surely help Fabrice mend his relationship with his girls. Lucie is 16 and Justine is 13. Not only does Fabrice rarely even notice or seem to appreciate those efforts (except when he is talking to other people on the phone), but earlier today, he had the audacity to tell me that he thought I was trying to help him repair his relationship with his girls so that I could replace my own kids who I'd abandoned for him. I am not proud of this, but I actually slapped him across the face for that. I have never slapped a man across the face for anything. Ever.

I have tried to help mend their relationships because he's their father and they're his daughters, and they have the right to a relationship with each other, because I want him to be happy, and because I know that all three of them will regret it later, and forever, if they lose those precious father-daughter relationships so early on in the game of life.

My daughter is 14, and barely speaking to me these days. I don't know why. She says its' because I don't want her to live at John's. Or at least that is what she intimates. But, although I would prefer to have her with me, I have agreed to let her stay with John through HS, unless she changes her mind. Contrary to the case with Fabrice's girls, I may have already lost her. I can't get any feeling from her on the phone. She is cold, and distant, rude, into her own stuff, and 14.

Even in France, but especially since his return from the Army, Fabrice's behaviors have been increasingly aggressive. NOT physically, but emotionally and psychologically. And manipulative. And unkind. And disrespectful.

I don't think I deserve that. I have dedicated all of what I have, emotionally, financially, psychologically, and intellectually into him and this relationship from the get-go. And I believe that I deserve to be treated better than I am being treated.

He thinks I am lying to him, that people are calling and emailing to offer him jobs, and that I'm not telling him just so I can go back to France and have his daughters replace my children.

I love his daughters. Yes. I enjoy spending time with them. Their mother is an absolute sweetheart, and we get along as if we'd known each other since we were 4. But there is no way on God's green earth that his girls, no matter how precious they may be, could ever, EVER, replace my children.

And so, we are pretty close to splitting up. We can't agree on what to do or how to do it. I am ashamed of slapping him across the face, but could not believe the cold cruelty of his words and their implications.

I don't know what to do but try again, and right now I am bitterly disappointed in the US, and actually WANT to go back to a place I don't like living in, so I can start over, with or without Fabrice.

So there you have it. I thought I had mentioned that I'd thought of divorce before. I have never thought so seriously of getting divorced as I am right now, not even when I actually DID get divorced!!!!!

PLEASE, let me know how you guys are doing, wherever you are!

Bare Tree 1

Bare Tree 1
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Sweet Zebra Thief, Framed

Sweet Zebra Thief, Framed
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Eros & Psyche Sketch

Eros & Psyche Sketch
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Amazing Circle #1: Red Leaf, Inside Out

Amazing Circle #1: Red Leaf, Inside Out
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Amazing Circle #3: Sand Dollars

Amazing Circle #3: Sand Dollars
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Amazing Circle #2 Revisted

Amazing Circle #2 Revisted
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Raspberries 1

Raspberries 1
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Dahlia Jaune

Dahlia Jaune
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Happy Communion, Ophélie !!!

Happy Communion, Ophélie !!!
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Bonne Fête des Mères, Maman !

Bonne Fête des Mères, Maman !
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Happy French Mothers' Day!!

Happy French Mothers' Day!!
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What's Up

Things are not so great in these here parts. We're still in Ca, for the time being. Fabrice is devastated by what has happened to him, and despite dozens and dozens of resumes sent he's had no bites. We're running on empty, emotionally and otherwise, and have never been closer to divorce.

I feel guilty, but at the same time, I am mad. I've done everything I can to support him, but not only is he not thankful, but he also doesn't appear to think I've done enough.

I hated living in France, but truly believe that at this point in time, that is the best solution, as Fabrice still has a job there, even though they are going to sanction him with up to two months work without pay for signing documents he didn't understand.

I also think it will be easier to help mend his barely alive relationship with his two daughters who were extremely hurt when he left their mother, more by the how he left her than by the mere fact that he left. Shes a good woman, and, even though we haven't met, yet, she and have gotten to be quite good friends between msn and my efforts to improve their relationships.

But Fabrice does not want to go back to France. And he thinks he is a failure. He's been having nightmares about the Army. He keeps working on getting a law enforcement-related job in CA, but by the time he gets all the paperwork done, we'll have run out of money.

So I am probably going to go back to France next week, and he will either follow, or he won't, if his dreams come true and he gets a job in time.

He is totally demoralized. Understandably.

And so am I. I try to be positive, but even that makes him mad. So I don't know what to do. If I prepare for going back to France, he gets depressed and upset, thinking that my heart's desire is to go back to France. If I work on finding him a job here, he tells me it's no use.

I miss M & M, but my daughter doesn't even want to talk to me, and my son is busy with finals. Throughout her existence, I have done nothing but take care of her, and do my best to do the right thing, always. and this is how I end up?!

What's a girl to do?!!!

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The dumbest part here is that my daughter looks more like her stepfather, who isn't even related to her, than she does like me!!!

Ce qui est bien stupide c'est que ma fille ressemble plus a son beau-père, qui n'es même pas de sa famille, qu'elle ne me ressemble à moi!!

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Letter to my Ex's Wife

The best number to reach me at now and for the next couple of weeks is: ###-###-####, then when the recording starts, enter ####, and it will go straight to the room.

Unfortunately, Fabrice wants to stay here for now and try to get a job. Between what happened with John, what happened with the Army, and missing M, I want to go back to France like we had planned when he was in OK. But he wants to give it every chance he can, so that, if we do go back, he can say that he did everything he could and that it just didn't work out. I can understand his reasoning, but didn't want people I wasn't following through with our stated plans. This has caused more than a bit of strife in our relationship, I must say!!!

I will still come to M's graduation, if I possibly can. I want to more than anything, but my economic stimulus check has been delayed because I am one of the idiots who had Turbotax take the fees out of my refund. I thought it would be direct deposited on May 9. Instead I will get a check mailed on June 6. For the time being, my unemployment has been denied, but I am appealing it. Fabrice doesn't have a job. The savings I had are all gone, between attorney's fees, trying to get to where Fabrice needed to be for the Army, and just plain living, and now we are living on borrowed time and borrowed money. If I can't come, could you please take lots of videos and pictures for me? Thank you.

So, my permanent address will remain:
France

But I can be reached here in CA at the number above, or on my cell phone (which I prefer to use after 7, CA time, and on weekends, only), ###-###-####.

As soon as Fabrice has a job with insurance coverage here, or we are back in France, I am going into the hospital for a couple of weeks to get a grip on my depression, anxiety, and OCD. The medications and individual weekly therapy aren't doing me much good anymore I feel like it's been just one blow after another - my Mom's passing away, having to leave CA to be with my husband, not liking France, being served by John and having to deal with the legal discussions of something I'd already agreed to, moving around for Fabrice to join the Army, having that not work out at all, his parents' stress at what happened to him, missing M, and not expecting the stomach-punching pain of the void she has left in my life here in CA. Which makes me think of my Mom. Which makes me think of other losses, and then I start to spiral.

See, I had not lived with her in France, or TX, so the void wasn't as marked, but I have lived with her here, and it is unbearable. I miss my Mom, too, and my sisters, and, oftentimes, this all combines to be just too much for me to handle well. But I hope you all understand that getting treatment for this medical problem is not a reason to deny me the very little amount of time I have asked to be able to spend with her in my home. I will have finished the inpatient part of the program by then, and will be seeing someone regularly so that I don't spiral into despair. If we go back to France, which is what I am hoping for, but is not Fabrice's wish, my primary care doctor who has been in charge of this and will continue to be is Dr. L D-V in Salemoutiers. He already had me take time off for this last winter when the effects of SAD set in, and I was in terrible physical and emotional pain. Right now, he is treating me from afar until we either get insurance here or go back to France.

All I want is 2 months every summer and 2 weeks every winter break. And this summer, 2008, I'd be willing to settle for one month, so long as it takes place where I am living. The added stress of flying, which became more and more of a panic issue for me as my mother worsened and passed away, is really more than I can handle right now. I just want to spend good, quality time with my daughter, in my home, please, that's all I am asking. I have a right to see her. And I will never, ever keep her anywhere that she does not want to be. She has made it more than crystal clear that she wants to go to high school in Wausau, and that's okay.

The depression, anxiety, OCD, and SAD I suffer from, are medical ailments, and should not prevent me from participating in M's life or spending the time I am requesting with her. They are now better and no worse than alcoholism or drug addiction, which I don't suffer from, thank goodness. But not getting the appropriate treatment is like not giving a diabetic insulin, so it's what I have to do to continue to be a good me, a good wife, and a good Mom, and to continue to spend the 2 weeks in December/January at my home and 3 months in the summer at my home that I have asked for. Even convicted criminals who have done their time are entitled to that!!!

Anyway, please keep me posted on M's surgery, and tell her that I love her and think of her all the time.

All I want from you is to be allowed time with my daughter at my home, after I get my depression and associated distresses under proper care and control, and your continued cooperation, openness, and honesty in coparenting M. Please.

L'anniversaire de ma Fille, Morgane/ My daughter, Morgan's Birthday

Mes Belles Filles - Justine et Lucie