Stalking My Neighbors

Last week, his attorney sent another letter to my attorney complaining about the usual:  Orthodontist, my not informing him of every little thing, and trading weekends.  Typical drama.  I decided I'm tired of paying for our attorneys to fight back and forth.  Since we have that family court website that we signed up for AT HIS INSISTENCE, I figure that is the best way to be proactive with this.  My response to his attorney's letter was as a message on the website, to him, stating that I will not negotiate through our attorneys, but will instead use the website as it is intended, and attempt to have normal communication that way.  If he has concerns regarding the ortho, kids activities, or trades, he needs to address it on the website.  So really, I didn't answer any of his accusations or questions that was written on his attorney's letter.  His response was to not answer.

Instead, on Saturday morning, he drives recklessly up and down my street an hour before he is supposed to be there.  He texts me saying to send the kids out.  I texted back stating that first, the kids weren't ready, and second, his visitation didn't begin until 9am.  He started making up lines about that I know they have an appointment for the orthodontist and he needs to pick them up early and I know it takes over two hours to get there and he will be late if I don't comply...  My reply was, "I wish you would have communicated with me about this last night... I could have had them ready...".  He couldn't argue that and stopped texting.  

Instead he decided to stalk my neighbors by stopping in front of each house for 5 minutes, stare at their house, trying to look into the windows, stare at my house, cursing and yelling inside his car, then driving to another neighbor's home.  Rinse and Repeat.  Soooo Weird!  I actually didn't witness this odd behavior, but I had several neighbors come to my front door that morning, ring the doorbell, and inform me of what was going on.  Some stayed outside in their yards, pretending to be busy in case he got crazy.  When we walked outside finally, he wasn't anywhere to be seen.  I had to call him and he wouldn't even answer his phone.  He made his poor 19 year old daughter, who was in the car with him, answer it.  OMG so strange.  I feel so bad for her sometimes.

We're moving in about a month or two.  I am going to miss living on my street.  I love how all of the neighbors know our story and keep and eye out for us.