You know how FB tells you about your "memories?" This morning, FB showed me a memory from 4 years ago. I posted about how it was such a crazy week and life is a roller coaster and blah blah blah...

And then it hit me - I posted that near the end of the week that DH had to haul ass to MedusaTown when she "threw them out". That was the week that the emergency motion for custody was filed. That was the week that he lived at our condo there and I lived in our house here, and every day for him was like deprogramming cultists.

That was the week that DH had to go buy shirt and pants and underwear and socks and winter gear for the skids because Medusa wouldn't let them take anything with them. That was the week my DH spent trying to figure out how and what to tell his kids about their mother, not that they didn't already suspect.

That week was the last time Medusa has laid eyes on those kids.

bitch...