I’m going to be mediating a finalized parenting plan for the post-relocation custody arrangement on Wednesday afternoon. Although I’m not terribly optimistic, at least I have some decent guidelines handed down from the court commissioner in my August hearing. Most importantly, he ruled that I should keep the same amount of parenting time with my kids, which means, practically speaking, that I should have them for the overwhelming majority of holiday time.
However, I’m not sure my ex will honor this ruling, as she’s been doing her best to limit my time and conversation with the kids since they moved to the Vancouver area.
In the meanwhile, I’ll be getting my papers in order and preparing to address whatever might come up in mediation. As I think it’s important to enlighten men who haven’t been through this, I’ll write up the experience and try to explain what happened. At this point, I have no idea how it will turn out, but I tried mediation once before, and it didn’t turn out very well. In that case, the mediator, an attorney named Barry Rose, seemed to think the proper method was to bully and threaten the father while white knighting for the mother, which only had the effect of giving me a fatalistic attitude toward the process.
Hopefully, this time the mediator will be more reasonable, but they each have their own technique, and I don’t know the man. We shall see.