Sweet Sinful Bliss

Hello my pretty butterfly,

I’m sure your surprised to see this here, which is part of the reason I couldn’t tell you what I was doing when we were on the phone.

This song is for you, my pretty butterfly. No matter where you fly, always remember you only over get one mummy and when your flying is finished and you want somewhere soft and safe to land, there will always be a special place for you in my heart.

Always
Mummy

You tucked me in, turned out the light
Kept me safe and sound at night
Little girls depend on things like that

Brushed my teeth and combed my hair
Had to drive me everywhere
You were always there when I looked back

You had to do it all alone
Make a living, make a home
Must have been as hard as it could be

And when I couldn’t sleep at night
Scared things wouldn’t turn out right
You would hold my hand and sing to me

Caterpillar in the tree
How you wonder who you’ll be
Can’t go far but you can always dream

Wish you may and wish you might
Don’t you worry, hold on tight
I promise you there will come a day
Butterfly fly away

Butterfly fly away, butterfly fly away
Flap your wings now you can’t stay
Take those dreams and make them all come true

Butterfly fly away, butterfly fly away
We’ve been waiting for this day
All along and knowing just what to do
Butterfly, butterfly, butterfly, butterfly fly away

Butterfly fly away
Butterfly fly away

Just in case your here snooping which I know you will be, because you can’t help yourself.

Let me get one last dig in before I follow thru on my new years resolution which is to find a laser beam on the Starship Enterprise and obliterate you. Yes, the protected post is all about you. And you can’t read it.

Doesn’t that just scrub your nuts?

Now, you may have some idea of the damage you are done. My god, I wish I had the opportunity to meet your parents because I’d bitch slap them both AND the doctor for not drowning you at birth.

Your a pathetic waste of space who one day is going to end up all alone and be left wondering why. But don’t worry, I’ll be sure to fill in all the blanks.

To all of Victoria’s finest (I say that with tongue in cheek), I’d like to see you charge me with anything at all.

Beam me up Scotty, I’ve had an absolute gutful of life down here.

Fuck you Constable Plod. Your a bigger wanker than I gave you credit for

Oh btw…happy fucking new year.

Dear Nan,

It only feels like yesterday that we lost you. But I know its been much longer than that. It just doesn’t get any easier.

Tell me what to do nan? The family has fallen apart and I am the black sheep once again and its getting harder and harder to deal with. But I make it thru because I know you are with me. Always.

I hope that you are happy up there with Pop. At least you can spend the rest of your time with him and be eternally happy. I only wish you had of gotten to meet you new great grand daughter Mikayla and the new baby that is due in June.

I love you nan and I wish there was time for one more cuddle.

Merry xmas.

All my love

Lisa Jane

This, my friends is what the Victorian Police Force is supposed to do. Right? I mean, smack me around the back of the head if I’ve gotten it wrong or something. But fuck me running.

Has anyone watched the news lately? Murders, drug overdoses, random shootings, armed robberies not to mention the drug epidemic in Victoria. So please, enlighten me why *I* just an ordinary, everyday wife and mother had two police officers armed with guns, batons and capsicum spray, shuddering in their boots and calling their boss to get permission to search the house to make sure I was there or not.

Now me, being me. Decided to have a little bit of fun with them and wandered in and out of the house. They kept repeating over and over again that I was under arrest. Ummm really? Where are the handcuffs and why are YOU tossers OUTSIDE my house and I’m inside and you can’t get me.

I mean seriously Constable Plods. I led you both a merry dance on the day before xmas eve. All I had to do was jump the back fence and run and you STILL wouldn’t have found me. Did you really think continuously telling me that I was under arrest was going to make me quake in fear?

Seriously, what a fucking laugh and a half. The neighbours across the road and down the street have more domestics than most people in the everyday world. The other week we had the Special Operations Group out the front running around outside in their black p.j’s carrying machine guns.

I’m a little bit offended that they didn’t think that I needed that kind of welcome. Now lets look at this logically shall we.

Here I am. Big, horrible, mean Lisa who allegedly whacked Michael’s ex skank from hell around the head and its all on video tape. Really?

So if thats the case, then how come you couldn’t show me ACTUAL VIDEO FOOTAGE of me allegedly hitting her? All you could show me was photographic stills of me being in the building.

You tell me that there were ALLEGEDLY witness who saw me assault her. How come there was nobody in the alleged photo’s? And how the FUCK can you determine that I hit her when you can’t see anything except dark shapes in the picture.

Wait! I know how you know. Cos your fucking superman and you have xray fucking vision right? If thats the case, then we need more police officers like you who can solve all the mysterious murders and missing persons cases that have gone unsolved for over ten years.

Now lets move on to the alleged pouring of paint over the car that belongs to the skank. Now before you get all up in arms I haven’t used her name so there isn’t a fucking thing you can do about it.

And that’s gotta suck eh?

Seriously. It’s pretty obvious that I would protect my family to the death. So if I were to pour paint over the piece of shit car she drives, then I can assure you I would have done a better job not to mention I would have picked a much nicer colour. So your barking up the wrong tree there Constable Plod 1, Constable Plod 2 and Constable Plod 3.

I wonder if perhaps you have a face book and perhaps you and the ex Mrs Macumber are mates, because seriously, this is a joke. Anyone with half a brain can hack into someone’s facebook account and make a group on behalf of someone else. Perhaps thats one better left for your computer crimes group. Oppps hang on, they tried that before and only ended up with egg on her face.

It’s also amazing to me when I told you that the ugly, red headed skanky whores boyfriend ASSAULTED me. You didn’t want to know. Nor did you want to have any part of ME making a complaint about HER assaulting me.

It seems to me that the only way you can get anything done is to become an ex wife, work yourself into a frenzy, call the police and lie your ass off. Because that makes those of us that should be innocent to proven guilty actually guilty till we prove ourselves innocent.

Fuck me drunk.

And you wondered why all I said on the tape was get fucked or no comment. It’s not rocket science. You think you are such big, brave investigators who will make it all better for the liar. When really all you are doing is making it worse.

Seriously, don’t make the mistake of thinking that *I* am the only one who hates this woman. Check around, do a bit of investigating instead of sitting on the computer playing solitaire all day.

You might find the real facts.

Let me leave you with this thought.

You can’t pin shit on me. I have iron clad alibies for everything you ASSUME I’ve done.

Good luck with it.

Because when the truth comes out that it wasn’t me, you’ll be sending me a lovely apology which I will post on not only my blog but also my facebook.

And it will show you just how fucked up the Victorian Police Force is.

Gee Mr Overland, thanks for your help and merry fucking christmas to you and the cunts you employee, you know the one’s I mean? The one’s that couldn’t organise a root in a brothel.

Bah. You make me sick.

Fuckwits.

Apparently thats the way it is when divorce happens these days. Or if your not married but live together and share everything. When you split it seems to be the woman who gets EVERYTHING and the man that gets screwed over royally.

Am I being biased?

Nope. Just honest. I’ve watched my husband lose everything. His house, his furniture, his cars, antiques that belonged to his now deceased motheR. Not to mention the ongoing and ever increasing child support that she screws out of us. All the while NOT letting us see the children that we have a court order for.

Almost two months ago, Michaels ex wife decided she would let Tycen (who is get on the phone to us and tell us that he wasn’t going to school because his mother said he could have the day off and that he wasn’t coming to our house because he didn’t like me. Now bare in mind, Michael could hear her in the background, coaching him with what to say.

After he hung up on his father, we were just totally stunned. Completely and utterly stunned. As I’ve written before, Tycen is often like my shadow and every second weekend, he would go out in the backyard with his daddy and pick me bunches of roses. Really the behaviour of a child who is scared of me and hates me isn’t it?

Now to make things worse, she has gone and taken out an intervention order against me, which means I can’t go within 100 metres of her and 5 metres of the children. So, even if the children decide they want to see their father again, they can’t. Not unless I move out every second weekend while they are here. I can’t pick them up from school, I can’t take them and drop them off to school, I can’t go to their boy scout activities or anything at all.

By rights, I’m not even allowed to post anything about her or the children here, because the intervention order states I am not allowed to electronically publish anything. But as most of you know, I never was one for following the rules and if I want to post about my family, then I fucking will. And the consequences be damned.

My husband, doesn’t believe in love. He loves me. But he doesn’t believe that love is real or that it can last forever. He put his trust in a woman 20 years ago, who swore that she would never lie to him, never hurt him and would always, but always love him. Now, believe me, I’m not stupid enough to believe that everyone’s love lasts forever. But I am stupid enough to believe that people would do the right thing when it comes to breaking up a family.

The majority of the bitches out there have ruined in for the minority who want to do the right thing when their relationships end. I know that *I* have never, ever ripped off any man that I’ve been in a relationship with. It may have ended, but it ended nicely. I took what I came into the relationship with and so did he. Anything we bought together we either sold and split down the middle or we just decided what we wanted and worked it out fair and square and we remained friends.

My relationship with Michael is odd at the best of times. He trusts me to a point. And the rest of it, I’m not sure. He knows that I don’t want to take him for everything he has, but he has been so badly hurt that there is always a wall that I’ll never get past. Or at least I don’t think I will and its frustrating. To the point that sometimes I just break down and cry because the man I love with all my heart, will never love me the same way.

People tell me I am settling for less. But I don’t think I am. I live in hope that I can prove to him that there are some of us out there who really do love for no other reason but that they can’t help it.

If we split tomorrow, I can tell you now, there would be no fights over furniture and money. I would leave with what I came with and even though I didn’t come with much, I know that Michael wouldn’t leave Montana and I with nothing. He isn’t that kind of man. But I can assure you, I wouldn’t be dragging him into court to take half of his house and one of the cars and half the money he has in the bank. Because its NOT MINE AND I’M NOT ENTITLED TO IT.

I just live in hope that as our relationship goes on and we learn more about each other, that he realises that I am as far removed from his ex wife as possible.

I hate the fact that I am the reason he can’t see his children. He tells me that it is not my fault but if he was with any other woman than me, she wouldn’t be taking the children away. If he didn’t believe in love, like he keeps on telling me, then why hasn’t he ended things with me?

Its simple.

Because in his own way, he does love me. He’s just afraid to trust me and all because of a woman who is mean spirited, spiteful, nasty and money hungry. While we are paying her $1000 a month in child support, she is buying a new $600,000 house that she is moving into with her new boyfriend. She works full time and lies to the government about it. She stops us seeing the kids ILLEGALLY and goes to child support and ups it as much as she can and again, there is nothing we can do about it. Because she has them 365 days a year all we get is screwed over yet again.

BUT, if we get them back, does he get the extra money he has paid back? Not a fucking chance. Why? Because the family court and the child support agency are set up to protect the woman. And coming from a woman, I think it sucks ass. What about the women like we are dealing with?

One who lies, cheats, schemes and cries the victim time and time again? Nothing happens to her. She’s allowed to make false allegations. She doesn’t have to prove them, she just calls up the agency in question, turns on the waterworks and they instantaneously believe her and screw us in the ass.

So with five days till Christmas, there is no hope of us seeing the children. Michaels moods are all over the place. And its understandable. He is happy, sad, angry, frustrated, relieved, a million and one different emotions on any given day.

That and the fact that his niece has gone back to being Auntie Robyn’s go between, its really just made him believe that there is no such thing as an honest woman.

Its frustrating, but I know if he just opens up to the idea, he’ll figure out that some of us, say what we mean and mean what we say.

The only thing I want from him is love.

That’s been the only thing I’ve ever wanted and that wont ever change. Lets hope it wont take to much longer for him to work it out.

Patience grasshopper patience.

So they say…

Right?

Look at those smiles. You couldn’t find happier smiles is you paid for them. At least thats what I think. The truth that was out there for so very long has finally been set free. And that is that the two people in the photo are indeed biological daddy and daughter. All those years I was accused of sleeping with Michael, well there we go, the proof is in the pudding.

Look at them. They look so much alike that it isn’t funny. He is her daddy and she is his little princess and nothing his crazy ex wife or anybody else says can change that. We know the truth and to us, that is all that matters.

Things have come to a head around here of late. Between the psycho taking out an intervention order, Michael’s niece Melissa (whom I thought was my friend and someone I could trust) stabbing both Michael and me in the back AND the icing on the cake - one of Michael’s so called friends who added me on facebook was running back to the ex wife with all the information that we thought was safe with our friends.

Needless to say, the defences are up, people have been blocked and my trust level has dropped way below zero. From now and on there is no benefit of the doubt, people will need to prove they are trustworthy to me before I even consider adding you.

I mean, seriously, how stupid is that? A dumb ass social networking site, where we go to have fun and chill out (at least I do) has now become a stupid bloody place for ex wives/husbands to spy on their ex’s and their ex’s new partners.

Today, for example, I get a phone call from Constable Plod at the Pakenham Police Station requesting that I make myself available to them next Wednesday, so they can interview me for ‘allegedly’ assaulting Michael’s ex. Now, forget the fact that SHE hit ME first. That doesn’t matter. They need to talk to me. And on top of that, they want to have an ‘informal chat’ to me about a facebook page I supposedly started with her name in it.

Seems I’ve been a busy girl. I must not have any housework to do, any children to take care of, no training to go to, no cardio to do and no Michael to look after if I am spending as much time on facebook as they allege I am.

Last time I checked, we were innocent until proven guilty in this country. Obviously the laws have since changed. Perhaps I was sleeping when it happened or maybe I was at the gym with my Ipod on when the news bulletin came on and I missed it? Maybe I was just asleep?

It amazes me, with all the unsolved murders and crime that goes on in Victoria, that the police can take hours out of their busy day to chase me around. Apparently, they are giving me a chance to come in there for an informal chat. And if I don’t go in there willingly? Then they’ll come looking for me.

Sherlock Holmes or NCIS they are not. These bumbling fools that are our local police couldn’t solve a crime if the perpertrator walked into the police station and said “I did it….arrest me”. Why? Because they are far to busy listening to the demented ramblings of my husbands ex wife who suffers some kind of undiagnosed mental illness.

How do I know this? Because I suffer from a mental illness. Thankfully I am fully aware of this and have no qualms at all about having this treated by not only my GP but also a psychiatrist. I’m not one of these people who plays around with their mental health. I like the fact that it is under control and that i can trust my health care professionals and my husband to keep an eye on it. Not to mention, I myself, are well aware of when my meds aren’t working and I am back to the doctors like a shot.

Again, it just amazes me that this nutcase is just allowed to break a court order and take our children away until she can make Michael conform to her wants and needs. The only thing is that Michael WONT conform this time and he will not let her win by me moving out every second weekend so that Michael is able to see the boys. I was willing to do it even tho I wasn’t happy about it. But he has refused to let it happen.

Its been almost six weeks since we have seen them. We’ve had TWO text messages in that whole time, from the ex nut job, pretending to be the children. Needless to say, Michael is protecting himself and Montana and I and not responding. I can only imagine this is driving her balmy and therefore has her blaming me for controlling Michael.

Ummmm nope. I don’t control Michael. He makes his OWN decisions. Me? I simply stand behind him and support him, whether I agree with his decisions or not. I miss the boys just as much as he does, but right now? I believe he is doing what is best for his heart and soul and all I can do is love and protect him from her and the other idiots she seems to involve.

If the police are that desperate to speak to me. Then let them find me. Considering that we’ve packed up and moved house wont be of much use to them. Neither has the fact that both cars we own are registered in Michaels help them. Outside of that, they may as well stop calling me, I had nothing to say to them then and I have nothing to say to them now, other than fuck off, leave me alone and have a nice day.

I’m tired of being the scapegoat for this woman. I am tired of being told that I can’t publish pictures of our boys on my facebook or my blog, nor can I publish anything to do with her. So basically me writing a blog post that says ROBYN MACUMBER IS A LYING CHEATING SCRAG is illegal. But since when has THAT ever stopped me from writing whatever I felt like. Last time I checked there was a small thing called FREEDOM OF SPEECH.

There will be a passworded post coming in the next few days. So if you want the password when it appears, just email me at lisajane@hisbliss.com and I will happily send it to you. It’s just about some girly problems I’ve encountered and I know there are some males out there who read and I am pretty sure they don’t want to read that stuff.

Rhiannon’s pregnancy is progressing well. She is going on 13 weeks, much the same as my sister Melanie. My precious Mikayla is growing in leaps and bounds and it is so hard to believe she will be turning THREE in March. That sweet little baby is now a happy, well adjusted little girl who just loves life, her mummy and her nanny.

Michael has a new car. I bought it for him. It’s a Jeep Grand Cherokee and there will be photos coming in the next day or so. Like I said, its been crazy around here and I haven’t had much time to do anything.

I’ll leave you with a new photo of me. I’ve lost about 38 kilo’s this year and I am most proud of myself. I could have done better, but I know where I’ve fallen down and boxing day, I am back and track and working towards my next goal which is to be in the 80 kilo range by my birthday in March.

On that note? I’m off to lie on the couch, watch some tv and hide from the policeman cos I’m such a scaredy cat.

NOT!

And here we have my little angel. The baby of my family. The girl who is now known as Montana Cassidy Nella Macumber. The change of name certificate came back today and the adoption is all done and over and Michael is now her daddy in every sense of the word. I don’t know who is happier, her, him or me?

I think we are just all relieved that it’s finally happened. We have our own little family unit and even though the boys are missing due to their psycho mother (yes bitch I know your reading), we do the best we can under the circumstances. It’s just sad for the boys that they are missing all this time with their father, their sister and with me.

The picture above was taken last night after her end of year dance recital where she received her medal which, as you can see, she is proudly showing off. To say her father and I were proud of her is a mild understatement.

I’m tired tonight and its late. 3am comes to early and I need to be up at that time to get my beloved off to work. I promise a more substantial post tomorrow.

For now, here are some more pics.

Enjoy.