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divorced him, she forced me to sit down and have a drink with her to celebrate their separation. She was happy about it, but I was miserable. My heart was so torn up over the divorce."
I stopped talking so that I could wipe the tears away from my eyes. "Man, this is harder than I thought it would be." I swallowed hard and took a few deep breaths to calm my nerves and manage the adrenaline that was flowing through me. "The first time I got drunk was that day with my mom. Once I recovered from being sick and managing my hangover, I made a vow to myself to try and get them back together so that we could be a happy family again. But that all changed when her boyfriend moved into the house just one week after my parents' divorce. That hurt me so badly that I just didn't know what to do." I stopped talking because my words were imprisoned in my chest.
"Wesley, why are you telling these lies on me?" my mother blurted out from the rear of the courtroom. I looked into her eyes and saw nothing but defiance in them. At that moment, I sucked up my emotions, got angry and barked back at her.
"What I'm saying is not a lie! It's the truth and you know it! You ruined everything! You ruined a great home and a great life all for some jerk that was cheating on you. My dad is a good man and you treated him like scum. You made it seem as if everything was his fault. But it wasn't his fault at all! You wanted a divorce from my dad so that you could be with some jerk. You're a big liar and you're a drunk, Mom!"
Judge Hill slammed down her gavel.
"Okay, that's enough," she said, and I calmed myself down. There was a long moment of silence. I noticed that Judge Hill was scribbling down something on a notepad.
"Wesley, has your dad ever abused you?" asked Judge Hill.
"No, ma'am, never," I answered.
"Okay, I have no further questions of you. I'd like to hear from your dad now. Mr. Morris, would you please have a seat up here on the bench next to me?" Judge Hill pointed to the seat beside her. My dad got up from his seat and did as Judge Hill asked.
"Mr. Morris, do you live in Illinois?" asked Judge Hill.
"Yes," answered my dad. "I live about eight miles away from Wesley."
"Mr. Morris, what do you do for living?"
"Right now I work as a claims adjuster for an insurance company."
"And how long have you had that job?" she asked.
"I've been an adjuster now for about six years," answered my dad.
"Do you have room for your son?" asked Judge Hill.
"Yes, I do. I've always had room for him and he knows that he can come and stay with me anytime."
"Would you like to have primary custody of your son?" asked Judge Hill.
"Yes, I would," answered my dad.
"Is there anything additional you'd like to tell the court?"
"I'd just like to stay that I know that Wesley has been struggling with a lot of things and that I know he hasn't had any peace since the divorce. I have really made an effort to be a part of his life, but at times his mom has alienated me from him and has done a lot of things to keep us apart. If Wesley were to come home with me, we'd work out whatever problems he's having. There will be ground rules that he'll have to follow in order to keep him out of trouble, but honestly, Wesley isn't a bad kid. He's just a kid in a crisis situation."
"Do you have any questions of Mr. Morris, Mr. Waters?" Judge Hill looked at the attorney my dad hired.
"Mr. Morris, are you behind on your child-support payments?"
"No. I'm actually three months ahead," answered my dad.
"I have no further questions, Your Honor," said Mr. Waters.
"Okay, you may step down and go back to your seat," Judge Hill instructed my dad. Once he sat down, Judge Hill began to speak.
"Okay, let's cut to the chase here. Today this court is going to reduce the charge of auto theft down to joyriding. This court is also going to find probable cause that Wesley needs crisis
I stopped talking so that I could wipe the tears away from my eyes. "Man, this is harder than I thought it would be." I swallowed hard and took a few deep breaths to calm my nerves and manage the adrenaline that was flowing through me. "The first time I got drunk was that day with my mom. Once I recovered from being sick and managing my hangover, I made a vow to myself to try and get them back together so that we could be a happy family again. But that all changed when her boyfriend moved into the house just one week after my parents' divorce. That hurt me so badly that I just didn't know what to do." I stopped talking because my words were imprisoned in my chest.
"Wesley, why are you telling these lies on me?" my mother blurted out from the rear of the courtroom. I looked into her eyes and saw nothing but defiance in them. At that moment, I sucked up my emotions, got angry and barked back at her.
"What I'm saying is not a lie! It's the truth and you know it! You ruined everything! You ruined a great home and a great life all for some jerk that was cheating on you. My dad is a good man and you treated him like scum. You made it seem as if everything was his fault. But it wasn't his fault at all! You wanted a divorce from my dad so that you could be with some jerk. You're a big liar and you're a drunk, Mom!"
Judge Hill slammed down her gavel.
"Okay, that's enough," she said, and I calmed myself down. There was a long moment of silence. I noticed that Judge Hill was scribbling down something on a notepad.
"Wesley, has your dad ever abused you?" asked Judge Hill.
"No, ma'am, never," I answered.
"Okay, I have no further questions of you. I'd like to hear from your dad now. Mr. Morris, would you please have a seat up here on the bench next to me?" Judge Hill pointed to the seat beside her. My dad got up from his seat and did as Judge Hill asked.
"Mr. Morris, do you live in Illinois?" asked Judge Hill.
"Yes," answered my dad. "I live about eight miles away from Wesley."
"Mr. Morris, what do you do for living?"
"Right now I work as a claims adjuster for an insurance company."
"And how long have you had that job?" she asked.
"I've been an adjuster now for about six years," answered my dad.
"Do you have room for your son?" asked Judge Hill.
"Yes, I do. I've always had room for him and he knows that he can come and stay with me anytime."
"Would you like to have primary custody of your son?" asked Judge Hill.
"Yes, I would," answered my dad.
"Is there anything additional you'd like to tell the court?"
"I'd just like to stay that I know that Wesley has been struggling with a lot of things and that I know he hasn't had any peace since the divorce. I have really made an effort to be a part of his life, but at times his mom has alienated me from him and has done a lot of things to keep us apart. If Wesley were to come home with me, we'd work out whatever problems he's having. There will be ground rules that he'll have to follow in order to keep him out of trouble, but honestly, Wesley isn't a bad kid. He's just a kid in a crisis situation."
"Do you have any questions of Mr. Morris, Mr. Waters?" Judge Hill looked at the attorney my dad hired.
"Mr. Morris, are you behind on your child-support payments?"
"No. I'm actually three months ahead," answered my dad.
"I have no further questions, Your Honor," said Mr. Waters.
"Okay, you may step down and go back to your seat," Judge Hill instructed my dad. Once he sat down, Judge Hill began to speak.
"Okay, let's cut to the chase here. Today this court is going to reduce the charge of auto theft down to joyriding. This court is also going to find probable cause that Wesley needs crisis
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