Sunday, June 8, 2014
Lucky for him, he didn't have to wait for me to drive the 20 minutes north. As soon as I left 'D', a call was made to Richard presumably so the two of them could decide what to do about me under the guise of discussing legal strategy. Told you 'D' wasn't really MY lawyer. He was all about protecting Richard. What 'D' seemed to know instinctively was that protecting Richard was the best way to help me, too. Of course, I was blinded by my dark anger and could not see any of that.
I was gonna see the light soon, but almost not soon enough.
'D' wanted Richard's thoughts on contacting Jaymie. Did Richard think she would be receptive to a conversation with the attorney representing the crazy woman that had made her uncomfortable (that's putting it lightly!) enough to file a restraining order or would approaching her be more like poking an angry rattlesnake with a stick? Might she accept a compromise? Richard was honest (this was an attractive new trait he seemed determined to employ with consistency) with me about the call. He told me he explained to 'D' that he had no idea how Jaymie would react to contact of any kind. He also told 'D' that we had no current phone number or email for her.
Richard, 'D' and I came to an agreement about a starting point. If there was gonna be a conversation, it would have to start with Sharon, Jaymie's ex-employer.
Per my request, Sharon had just recently reconnected with Jaymie and had forged some weird sort of bond with her. Regardless of Sharon's view on this entire debacle, at least she knew how to get Jaymie on the damn phone. That was the first call 'D' needed to make.
I think Sharon actually enjoyed the drama. She was more than happy to be a mediator. Within the hour, Sharon coordinated the dialog. 'D' got a call from Jaymie and he made it count. He wasn't about to miss an opportunity to throw some cold water on the over-heated situation. In the next couple of days, 'D' and Richard would do all they could to prevent me from pouring on copious amounts of lighter fluid and striking another match, sending the minimal chance for compromise up in flames.
I'll never know what 'D' really said to Jaymie on the phone that afternoon. If I was given the chance to write the script the call would have gone something like this:
'D': Jaymie, I don't think you thought this restraining order through. Shawn will do her level best to degrade, disgrace and discredit you in public court. She will not hold back a single sordid detail of the time you spent with her husband. Are you sure you want that??
Jaymie: (whining and crying pathetically) Shawn is so mean! I don't know why she won't leave me alone! I can't live like this anymore! I don't know what else to do! My daddy and my geeky boyfriend say I have to take her to court. My life is so awful!!
The actual compromise communion probably went more like this:
'D': Jaymie, I'm hoping we can avoid a visit with the judge. I am working to find a solution that will bring closure for everyone involved with the least amount of distress. There are a number of ways for you to feel safe without you and Shawn having to face each other in court. I think we should try to avoid that scenario, if at all possible.
Jaymie: I just want to be sure Shawn never bothers me again! She is a hateful human being!
'D' had an idea that would insure a tidy ending to the turmoil.
Could we really both get what we wanted without standing before a man in a black robe asking us to swear to tell the whole truth? Hadn't I craved a chance to tell the whole truth for a year?? On what fucking alternate universe did Jaymie and I share any common ground??
So began the CLETS/Non-CLETS compromise idea.
(legal details of this maneuver to follow)
With a little help from Sharon, 'D' managed to sell it to Jaymie. Sharon agreed with 'D' that Jaymie & I meeting in court for a showdown was not in any one's best interest. She told Jaymie she could get what she wanted with this compromise. Jaymie felt like Sharon was in her legal corner and as such, followed her educated lead.
The next step was gonna be quite a hurdle.
'D' had to convince me I was gonna get what I wanted.