Chapter Twenty Eight An Opera in Three Acts But with Five Parts
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| not have known her last name?! –––– except that it –– and she –– were not at all important enough to him for Herry to have taken the trouble to do the work of … remembering it!? The UNimportance of Truly UNimportant Women! Again! Still!
“No, I got it written down, because it will be necessary to provide tax records for it at the end of the year.” Good gawd! Money. It was about the money! The angle of why she was at all important enough for him to have at least written it down, her last name, was about the money. “Provide tax records for it?” Herry had actually stated “for it.” Not even “for her.” But “for it.” How more DEhuman could one describe a woman? Than to make her an … “it.” I continued, “I asked what instructions you left, Dr. Edinsmaier. Not we. You.” “Well, I had a hand in establishing all the instructions.” “What was that hand? Specifically?” “Well, Fannie and I …” “No. You.” “Fannie and I spoke with the babysitters.” “And so, you gave the babysitters, since you didn’t give the teenage Boys telephone numbers where you could be reached, you gave these women then, did you, the Clerk of Court telephone number for this courthouse, did you?” “No.” “So, they really don’t know exactly where to reach you, do they?” “Well, the reason for having a responsible adult there was so that there would be someone to make decisions, if necessary, in our absence. I didn’t see the need or the wisdom of giving them a phone number like the county courthouse, of which I didn’t know in any case, because, you know, she is there because she is supposed to know what to do in an emergency.” “The wisdom?” Where do I begin? This sounded just like when he was my legal husband and had gone off to medical meetings in Boston or San Diego, “Well, now, Ya’ Stupid – Ass Heifer, if an emergency came up, you’d have to handle it alone now yourself anyhow, wouldn’t you? So, wha’ the fuck, Pussy!? You don’t need my hotel number or my flight either, Twat!” And I would have to go to his colleagues’ spouses for all of that information –– as Herry would leave me with precisely –– none of it. He did not want the work of any parenting –– even from a long distance! The man did not want to be found –– not even in the case of an emergency with one (or more) of the Boys! At least 25 times through 12½ years of my being patriarchally bound to this slacker. And now? Now, Herry – Daddee was still not wanting to be found –– while … at court … and up against the ex – Cunt for custody of those same Boys! Still not wanting to be found! Still wanting, … as written inside the Opprobrious Eight Pages of his, … still wanting to be “young and carefree” and have in these babysitting women and The Not – Mother Fannie Issicran McLive his very own “refuge from parental responsibility,” the Slacker had scripted! From the work of … his accountability! “So, if one of the children died right now, say of an allergic reaction, and we have a son who is allergic, they couldn’t get to a telephone number, a 432 courthouse exchange number, could they?” “Well,” Dr. Edinsmaier realized he had utterly fucked up … so tried to evade with sidestepping my question, “it would be their job not to call us but to in fact make use of the fact we left them an emergency release to get medical treatment.” Soooo many “facts” the Brilliant Doctor stated there to be! Facts? Try … factoidals! “Yes, yes, of course, but you knew I was asking about after they’d received the news from the medical personnel that either the children were all right or they were dead, they, these women then, they wouldn’t be able to phone you directly, would they, Herry?” Finally! … no evasion, “No, they wouldn’t be.” “You said you did not know the number, Herry. Are there means to find that number out?” “Yes.” “And you did not take those means to do so, did you?” “No.” And this passive – aggressive, blasé, laissez – faire, couldn’t – give – a – shit, doddering daddeeing mattered not one whit –– still –– to a district ‘court’ either! Let the DEhumans do it. Let the bitches do the actual work of parenting. Just give daMan, Herry, his “refuge from parental responsibility.” And … right now! 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? What is this the anniversary of?” “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 Donor 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 mooost , 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 trashcan 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 hierarchal 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, aaah, 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, aaah, 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 – donating 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! Absofrickin’lutely 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 sooooo 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?”
“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 |