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A year ago, I was once again stuck in family court. Ex was dragging me there one more time for unreimbursed medical expenses, mostly orthodontic, for my girls.  Ex did not want to use my dental insurance, did not ask health providers to fill insurance claims and was instructing health providers not to speak to me. Our case was assigned to a new  Support Magistrate, let us call her Kukuk. Not the overtly biased type like S.M. Grey but the whimsical, lunatic one. Kukuk first found me in violation and gave me the whole enchilada: the claimed unreimbursed orthodontic expenses and ex-wife lawyers fees. Four months later, she waved the Court order but finally reinstated it for the only reason that I could not be in Court the day she wanted me to. In Manhattan family court, facts and the search for justice are rarely the guide of magistrates’ decisions.

Kukuk’s ruling was proving one more time that in Manhattan Family Court, non-sense would never end. I decided to have my divorce agreement amended in Supreme Court. Some thousands of dollar later, I have a Supreme Court order stating that I can speak to the health providers of my daughters, use my dental and vision insurance for them (which by New York State law, I have to have), and that my ex and I will go over medical expenses at the end of the year: a definite breakthrough for family justice in New York State.

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Today September 10 is the anniversary of my last supervised visit in 2005. Five years since I have not seen my girls.

There is not one day that I do not think of this irremediably wasted years of not having seen them grow up.  On this somber

Mesrine. Public Ennemy number 1 (Jean-François Richet, 2008)

anniversary, I also think of possible types of reunions.  The tragic and yet beautiful type is Wanda Rodriguez’s  with his father on his dead bed, thanks to pure fluke; The tragically funny one is Jacques Mesrine’s with his daughter, depicted in the movie  Mesrine, Public ennemy number 1(Jean -François Richet, 2008). Mesrine sees for the first time in years his daughter in a jail visiting room. Father and daughter are both clearly moved, and they don’t know what to say to one another. Mesrine,  the worst gangster of France in the seventies, tells his girl: ” you grew up beautiful”. And adds : “I hope you are not hanging out with punks on mopeds”.

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