I received another court subpoena for Ex S yesterday.
I say another, as they've been arriving – hand delivered - for two years now. Unless this is a different one, which is very likely. Traffic fines.
The resentful, sad part of me says, “Arrest him, he didn't have the balls to tell me about his freak, whirlwind engagement, so why the fuck should I tell him that the cops want him in the slammer?”
Also, remember Ex S has basically announced me dead, and dead people can't hand over subpoenas to alive people.
But writing it here on this blog, means he's bound to find out sometime that he's in contempt of court. So this is my way of letting him know (because I'm dead) that he has a court date. Some judge out there is mighty pissed with him and his alarmingly gold vehicle.
But maybe putting him in jail for a day or two would teach him a few manners.