I’ve actually lost count of how many times I’ve gone to court with Sheree Whitfield over the last few months. Yesterday was either the fourth or the fifth time across two counties. And hopefully, that was the last time. I joke with my attorney of turning to a life of crime just because I like her. But if I am being honest, I hope that the only time I see her in the future is from the comfort of my couch watching her on HLN. It’s much less stressful and expensive that way.
Yesterday’s court appearance was bizarre. It did not help that I have forgotten to take my crazy pill the day before so my anxiety was through the roof, and I LEFT MY XANAX AT HOME. In Atlanta people that live inside the perimeter (ITP) perhaps rightly claim some sort of smug superiority to those of us poor degenerates who live beyond I-285. I live OTP because I don’t like driving downtown where every street is named Peachtree something and the streets are a one way maze that I am not city savvy enough to handle. Nervertheless, me in full on wide-eyed panic attack navigate the mean street to arrive at the courthouse on time.
My attorney Ashley Merchant was conferring with Sheree’s attorney du jour. It is always interesting to me see the opposing attorneys smiling and laughing before court and then getting up and going for the jugular once the hearing starts. Then going back to very cordial conversations. There was no sign of Sheree or Tierra and eventually her lawyer called them to see if they were going to show. Sheree did. Tierra did not. Because Tierra has a job, and a life, and has better things to do than spend days on end in court over nonsense. Continue reading »