The person I used to call my mother will now be known as the woman who gave birth to me.  I'm done with her.  Finished.  Ended.  Terminated.  You get the picture.  My dad and the woman who gave birth to me had to sign the papers on the house they sold this Friday while I was in DC.  Instead of splitting the house down the middle (which is way MORE than what she deserves considering my father purchased the house and paid for it for 25 years) the woman who gave birth to me decided that she's going to add that to the divorce and try to take the whole sale of the house and keep it herself.

This is AFTER I called her up to tell her that I would really, really like if she would split the house down the middle so I would be able to put DJ in some kind of summer camp this summer.  My dad told me he was going to give me his half of the house for DJ.  I shared this with the woman who gave birth to me and explained that I was going to use the money to put him in a nice summer camp for a few hours a day so he's not spending his whole summer in front of the tv.

I also wanted to put him in a social skills group that met once a week.  The social skills group costs around $3,000.  Yep, this autism thing isn't cheap.

The woman who gave birth to me not only does not pitch in a DIME towards DJ's care, she just takes it away.  Screw her.  I'm so fucking fed up with her and all of her shit.  She is no longer a part of my life (which I've said before), but now, she is no longer allowed to see DJ either. 

It's bad enough that at points in time I need to fight with educators, doctors, etc. to ensure they do not screw my son over.  Now I need to make sure I watch his back from his so called grandmother.  She can seriously kiss my ass.