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I have lost all faith in the justice system.



The hearing was yesturday to work out the custody of the kids and the other divorce crap. The judge decided that my brother would have to put all his money in one bank account. Melanie would put all her money in the same account and they will have to share it. On top of that, half of all the gift cards my brother recieved to refurbish his home after the fire have to go to her as well. How is that fair? That is his hard earned money and she is only going to spend every dime of it because the judge is an idiot. I'm just so pissed off by this.



Why can nothing ever turn out right? Why is everything so horribly wrong in this world?

Life is very trying right now. I'm mentally exhausted from all the shit that's going on right now. I suppose I should go back and explain what's happened so that I'll be easier to understand.



About the middle of September, my brother's wife agreed to get a divorce and to let him have the kids. That was great news. So my brother immediately gets an apartment and moves out with the boys. My family even goes down and helps him get furniture and move in and all. Then, about a week and a half later when we're on vacation, we get a call at 3 am from my brother. The woman in the apartment below Joey had left a tiki torch burning, and it caught the complex on fire, burning everything he and the boys had. They barely made it out of there alive. Now they have to move into another new apartment and get stuff to furnish it too. So we go down once again and help him. A few days later, Melanie, his soon to be ex-wife, went to a lawyer with her mother and filed for divorce, putting a restraining order on Joey so that he can barely do anything with the boys.



On top of all the stress I have from that, there's also all the school work and projects and shit that I have to do. I honestly don't know how I'm going to make it another year. I'm seriously tempted to drop everything so that I can go and be with my nephews, my boys. They're my children in every way except that I didn't actually give birth to them. When the oldest was only 2 months old at the most, his mother decided she would rather paint her nails in the ten minutes she had before work than feed and be with her baby, and then screamed and yelled fuck at me a few times when I called her on it. I was only ten years old at the time, so that was a little upsetting. I was the one that took care of that baby the most, hell I even shared my room and bed with him. *sigh* It just pisses me off that all this stuff is happening right now. Do I ever get a break? Will those poor boys ever get a break?