Thirty years ago today
I tried to reach Nancy all day Sunday. When I first called at around 10:30 she was in bed but when I phoned half an hour later she was gone. Apparently, she heard that I'd called and rushed out of the house so she wouldn't be there when I called again. Later in the evening I got through to her sister Susan and had a conversation with Nancy through her. She said I couldn't see my child until we met with Mike Copping serving as a moderator. I finally got Susan to convince Nancy to talk with me directly. After a short conversation in which she told me that I could not have joint custody, she hung up.
I'd been doing a lot of collages, working on projects, cleaning, and doing my laundry in the ever-running tub. But the newspapers kept piling up.
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