We all just got back from Blockbusters and were about to chill out with the kids and watch a funny movie, when Taylor came running up the stairs in tears. He was not allowed to communicate with her regardless of her constant emailing and begging for contact. See, we had just received harassment order #2 (first one was dismissed cuz it was obvious bullshit). They just had to try again and this time try to come up with evidence of Taylor trying to contact her (which he didn’t).

The second time they did this, we were to be in court on April 23rd. The day I was served papers, they wanted to serve Taylor his papers too. I called the sherriffs office and begged that the papers be released to me because this whole thing was causing so much anxiety on Taylor that he had even went to the doctor to get a chest x-ray and requested his Zoloft be increased. He was wearing down from the stress dramatically day by day. They said it had to be served to him direct so they did so after he came home from school. The tears he shed and the bricks hitting his chest were obvious and very painful. I just couldn’t believe this was still happening.

Everytime [she] would try to contact him, he’d run up and tell me (yes assholes, I know you don’t think me and Taylor were close and you think I’m “clueless” but you’re dead wrong). I have screenshots of every single one of these emails. I’ll post links to them too when I have Doug upload them. When you read them, you will understand the torment he was going through along with the anguish of not being able to reply. [She] was getting very upset that Taylor wouldn’t answer her but she had no idea that when you’re served papers, the temporary order is in place UNTIL your court appearance. It’s in affect automatically so he could not contact.

So anyway, I go to the courthouse to get the actual statement. There has to be a petition in front of the judge by them explaining WHY they want to slap us with the temporary harassment protection order. The superior court didn’t have anything at all except the old papers that were dismissed. They showed that some papers that the Anacortes police had sent in stating the 3 different times they tried to serve us at our old address but we had moved into a new house just outside of town. I think they did this just cuz they were pissed when they drove up and down our street like usual and noticed it was vacant….. assholes.

I went to the district courthouse after being told that it had begun there. There was some reason that had to do with them being minors. They had nothing. There was no record of any reason they would do this again. So late Saturday night or Sunday morning (we checked our mail already Saturday late afternoon and it was not there) there was a big thick letter from their lawyers with the most absurd list of shit imaginable. I basically had to break down every single sentence and PROVE that he was innocent. I spent all day and night on Sunday writing all this up for my lawyer. I wasn’t going to get a lawyer but when I read all that, I had to get him on an emergency basis and pay him thousands upfront. There was no way we were going to take any more of their shit laying down.

30 minutes before court, I stopped by my lawyers office to see if he’s even going to come with me and represent. He decided to (YAY), so off we went to the courthouse. [Her mom] and [Her dad] about shit their pants when they saw me come in with the best lawywer in Skagit County. My lawyer was going to have to ask for a continuance since he didn’t have sufficient time to come up with a negotiation or affidavat showing our side of the matter. Just before he went up to talk alone with their lawyer about the continuance, I told him that it was VERY IMPORTANT to MAKE SURE that he adds on his form there that [Her mom] be required to personally serve the papers to [Her]. My reason was that I knew that [Her mom] would lie and misinform her and upset her.

So basically we left court with a temporary no contact order between us and her. This was for both of their protection and was supposed to be explained to her. Her mother was supposed to serve her.

Well the fat old bitch didn’t do what she promised. She had the girl served by a sherriff or police. Keep in mind that she’s totally out of the county at the time. About an hour away or more.

Back to Taylor running up the stairs in sheer horror crying his eyes out. He was able to read a blog from a myspace account they used to share. It was her way of letting the world and him know how she was doing etc.

Here is what he found:

He’s crying, I’m crying, I call my parents in a frantic and they’re crying. Everyone’s scared to death that she’s so upset, she might do something terrible. Taylor called a crisis source for help that [girl] had been in contact with before. So he knew that help could reach her wherever she was. Apparently, [her mom] told her that Taylor and I stood in front of the court and did this to HER. She told her that we hated her and never wanted to see her again. That was total bullshit. The lawyers whispered to each other, filled out the forms to be served, and we were going to move the court date.

She got appropriate help and the security she needed. [Her mom], I believe, wanted to be where I am at today. She wanted to go to Girl scout meetings or church or whatever the hell and wallow about what a bereaved parent she is. They wanted to drive their own daughter to suicide and then blame us! Well, it didn’t work out that way. Gee we’re so sorry, you selfish bastards. Sorry to save your daughters life!

This was posted within hours later on the myspace blog:

I felt so terrible for her that I swore to all of my friends and family that I would be there for her even if her parents weren’t going to be. I swore that I’d be there for her the rest of her life. I would teach her strength. I’d be there for her. Even if her and Taylor weren’t together, I’d be there for her and everything would be ok. Well everything is NOT ok.

It will NEVER be ok….. as I sit here and look at my “box of son” sitting on the dining room table next to my laptop as I type this, I will never forget. I will never forgive. I don’t have to forgive the unforgivable.