In my last story my family went to a transition house for abused women where they stood in line at the food bank, for now they didn’t have money to survive in a country of plenty. Why is this happening to me, for the world is so cruel to me. I thought about the fact that people looked upon me as a bad man, because of the horrific thing I created in my life. The next few weeks went by with there stay coming to an end at the transitional house, because they are only allowed to stay for a one month period, these are the rules created by the system that placed them there temporarily. They needed to find there own home to stay, with no money in there pocket. Towards the end of there stay, she phoned me about a meeting with me to discuss terms of payments of child support. I said what are you talking about, I have only enough for my own life. You can ask your family for money, because you left me in disgrace. She would phone me every five minutes to ask the same question and threatening me, that she was going to take me to court and have a judge decided the amount that I needed to pay. Well this was unacceptable to me, therefore I said ok ok ok what ever you want just stop phoning me at my workplace. Before this happened I was wornd by my family to stay away from her all together and send her back to there country. I couldn’t do that because I had said yes to the terms that where ask of me. We decided to have a friend of hers be a mediator for us, we’ll this a good news on my part, because I could talk to her face to face without the yelling and creaming at each other. I finally agree to the payment amount. To have them back on good terms with me. maybe there is a chance to have our lives be somewhat happier. The story will continue tomorrow as life in the nexted few months go better.