What I did understand was that for the time being I was under the restrictions of a temporary restraining order. It demanded I stay the hell away from Jaymie.
Before I was served, I was settling into a much brighter place, out of Crazy Town, that was a Jaymie Free Zone. I could have cared less that she wanted a piece of paper to make me stay away from her and any aspect of her wretched little life.
The key word in the above sentences: "BEFORE". The order was a monumental trigger! After I received the temp order, I dashed, unthinking, motivated by pure visceral anger and very few rational thoughts, out of my newly found Jaymie Free Zone right back to a rapid fire dangerous neighborhood in Crazy Town called, Fuck Jaymie and the Horse she Rode in on!
So close to moving on and out of Crazy Town, but when Jaymie decided to push me, I was determined, almost compelled to push back. I was certain I could wipe the floor of the El Cajon court with her boney ass. She would rue the day that she challenged me and spread her stick like legs for my husband.
(For any new readers...PLEASE remember, I am writing this about the past. I have learned much since then. SO MUCH! Most importantly, wasting time, energy or emotion on the other woman or man, is less than pointless. It's self-sabotage. If they stay out of your life, if a strict no contact policy is maintained...let the trollops go! They will do nothing but hinder your recovery.)
'D' was working like a rabid legal beagle to sell me his peace plan. I'll briefly try to share the particulars. As I said before, what I had now was a temporary restraining order. In court, Jaymie would ask for a permanent order.
My attitude continued to be: She could have the damn thing but I was gonna make her pay through the soul to get it. I told 'D' that I wanted my chance to tell my side of the torrid tale. 'D' was a quick study. Richard must have schooled him. 'D' didn't tell me to do anything. He didn't tell me what I couldn't do either. He shared options. The solution that Jaymie had already agreed to was the one he hoped I would buy. I didn't have much time to dwell on it. We were supposed to meet in court in two days.
This is what I learned:
CLETS: California Law Enforcement Telecommunication System.
It's a data base designed to enforce restraining orders.
Once you get tossed into that data base, your name pops up with a big red check stating how naughty you've been anytime there is any type of law enforcement checking your ID.
A CLETS is filed with Law Enforcement. A non-CLETS isn't. It is merely the same order agreed upon between two parties AND approved by a judge. If the terms are violated within the agreed time period, the Non-CLETS automatically becomes a CLETS.
Get it? If not...no biggie. This ain't law school.
Just know that 'D' was all about getting me to agree to a Non-CLETS so I wouldn't be detained by police if I got pulled over for a speeding ticket and I wouldn't have to go to secondary when reentering the country. Stupid pain in the ass bull pucky like that made the Non-CLETS look pretty good. I mean, who wants to worry that a piece of paper could make every cop and immigration official look at you sideways??
'D' was quite convincing. He explained that Jaymie had already agreed to the Non-CLETS. If I agreed to it as well, 'D' would take it to the judge to be signed the next day and I would not have to go to court at all. Jaymie and I would never cross paths again.
Richard didn't say squat, except maybe, "It's up to you, Honey."
Was I ready to give up my last chance to purge the poison in my gut, let it rise like bile and spew it all over Jaymie and her clan in court?
You'd think so, but I needed to be slapped around...in a compassionate sort of way.
Enter the members of the Healing Heart. I went to the message board that had recently jump started my walk on the Road to Happy. I posted the issue about court. What I thought I wanted, felt I needed and what 'D' strongly urged me to do.
It didn't take long for for me to hear the responses loud and clear.
Let her go.
Don't give her anymore of you.
She has taken too much already.
You can't recover with her in your life.
There's nothing you could say to her that will help heal your marriage.
Lots of replies. All of them the same. What all their inspirational words said to me was:
I gotta run as fast as I can from Jaymie and Crazy Town! This is my moment! Make the right choice today for a better tomorrow!
That's the day I truly let Jaymie go. I thought I had weeks before, but the restraining order had me locked and loaded with renewed animosity. With the support of the amazing mentors on the Healing Heart, I was empowered to face my future completely Jaymie-less.
I felt 1000 pounds lighter! Jaymie was a burden that I should never have tried to carry.
I let that thought go, too. What's done was done. I was gonna learn to focus on NOW and let THEN take a distant backseat.
The relief was as life changing as it was fleeting.