Friday, July 17, 2026 - Wage Garnishment and Girl Scout Camp

As part of the Divorce Agreement, Typhon agreed to sign an Income Deduction Order so that his wages would be garnished and I wouldn’t have to rely on him paying child support -- it would come directly out of his paycheck instead.  Unsurprisingly, as soon as the divorce was finalized, Typhon reneged on that agreement and absolutely refused to sign any Income Deduction Order.  My attorney, Atticus, filed a motion to have an Income Deduction Order entered against him a few weeks ago, and the hearing was finally held on Friday, July 17, 2026.  Atticus told me ahead of time that I didn’t need to show up for the hearing because (1) he could handle it himself since the evidence was so clear cut and (2) he didn’t want me to have to face Typhon if I didn’t have to. 

After the hearing was over, Atticus called me to give me the recap.  As we expected, the judge entered the Income Deduction Order.  Typhon was his usual self, ranting on and on about how I was lying about how much money I was making (I’m not), how unethical Atticus is (he’s not), and all kinds of other things.  He talked back to the Court so much that the judge threatened to throw him in jail for the weekend.  (This isn’t the first time that’s happened.)  Atticus told me that he waited inside the courtroom a little while after the hearing was over to give Typhon time to leave, but Typhon continued to waiting in the hallway outside the courtroom for Atticus.  He has confronted Atticus outside courtrooms before, and Typhon apparently appeared even more volatile than usual.  Atticus walked outside, Typhon started yelling at him, and Atticus immediately returned to the courtroom and asked the courtroom deputy for a police escort to leave the courthouse.

As Atticus was on the phone with me telling me what happened, Typhon showed up at Atticus’ law office and started screaming at Atticus’ staff.  They eventually got Typhon to leave and locked the door behind him until they were sure he left the area completely. 

In the meantime, Typhon sent me the following email:

To be clear, that week was my custodial week and that following weekend was my custodial weekend with the children. 

            I had ankle surgery on Monday, July 13th, so I had limited mobility right now.  The four kids were in Girl Scout camp this week –- yes, even my two boys –- and my mother, Molly, volunteers as a unit leader there.  My father, Arthur, had been at my house helping me all week, but he decided (over my mom’s and my protests) to go back to our family farm in Tennessee on Thursday night.  So, at the time I got this email from Typhon, I was not only home alone but in a very vulnerable state.  To say I started freaking out is an understatement.  I texted Arthur about how scared I was.  I was checking my security cameras obsessively to see if Typhon was at my house.  I was shaking and on the verge of tears. 

            Girl Scout camp ended at about 3:30, and Molly called me to see how I was doing.  As she was on the phone with me, she turned around and Typhon was standing in the middle of camp.  Instantly, our rolls reversed.  She became the one who was a wreck dealing with the situation on the ground while I was the one trying to comfort her while also freaking out because I wasn’t there and didn’t know what was happening in real time.  The rest of this story is mainly what was relayed to me from Molly, with a little of my first-hand knowledge sprinkled in.

            When my youngest daughter, Ramona, saw her dad at camp, she broke down.  I don’t think he saw her at all, but she ended up in tears and was taken to the camp office to calm down.  She told the staff there that she was scared of him and scared that he would force her to go with him. 

            Typhon apparently saw our oldest daughter, Ursula, playing gaga ball and may have stopped to talk to her.  When he started walking away, Molly either walked over to Ursula or called out to her to ask if she was okay. Either way, Typhon noticed Molly and immediately started in with her.  Molly went to tell him that it wasn’t Typhon’s custodial week or weekend, and he immediately told her to shut up.  I don’t know exactly what else happened, but she was eventually taken away to the office by other camp staff so that she could comfort Ramona. The camp director, a woman who goes by the camp name Sunshine, stepped in to deal with Typhon instead. 

            While in the camp office, Molly comforted Ramona and was eventually able to get her to calm down.  She could see Sunshine talking to Typhon, but she couldn’t hear what was being said.  She could see, though, that Ursula and my two sons were in Typhon’s line of sight over Sunshine’s shoulder between where he stood with Sunshine and the camp office. 

            While Typhon and Sunshine were talking, I received several emails from Typhon, including the following:

Except, again, three of our kids were right there where Typhon could have spoken to them if he hadn’t been so wrapped up in himself at the time.

            At some point, Sunshine was able to get Typhon to walk away from the camp office, which was in the middle of the Girl Scout camp.  At the same time, though, Molly lost sight of the other three children.  That was when she really lost it.  It went from her just trembling to full fledge sobs, and Ramona went from being comforted to comforting Molly.  My mother was really concerned that Typhon was wondering camp somewhere and could have taken the other children, even though logically she knew that Sunshine was with him.  She didn’t calm down until the other camp staff rounded them up and brought them to her in the camp office. 

            In the meantime, Sunshine had gotten Typhon to return to his vehicle that was at one end of camp.  There are two entrances to the camp –- let’s call them the North entrance and the South entrance.  Those who are very familiar with the camp know how to reach the South entrance.  The general public, on the other hand, only knows about the North entrance, which is accessible at the end of a cul-de-sac in a neighborhood (that was developed after the Girl Scout camp was already there).  If you put the camp into GPS, only the North entrance pops up.  And, even if you enter the address for the South entrance (assuming you find it somewhere), GPS still directs you to the North entrance.  It’s a strange quirk but it worked to our benefit this time.

            Molly’s unit was near the North entrance, so she had parked up there.  When Typhon returned to his vehicle, he deliberately parked right next to her car.  I don’t know what he was planning on doing, but, knowing him, I wouldn’t have put it past him to have intended to assault her when she returned to her car, even though all 4 kids would have been with her.  One of the other staff offered to get Molly’s car for her.  At first she was reluctant to do that because she didn’t want to get them involved, but I ultimately convinced her to let them. 

            When the other staff member, who goes by the camp name Daisy, went to move Molly’s car, Typhon apparently tried to move his vehicle to block her in.  Sunshine stepped in front of him so he couldn’t do that.  He then proceeded to scream at her that it wasn’t Daisy’s car.  Sunshine simply replied that she didn’t know if it wasn’t Daisy’s car (even though she did), and she asked how Typhon knew it wasn’t Daisy’s car.  She asked Typhon if it was his car, and he said no.  She also asked Typhon to produce a title and registration to prevent Daisy from taking the car, which of course he couldn’t.  Daisy left the camp out of the North entrance and drove around to move Molly’s car to camp office via the South entrance.  (It was dismissal time, so the camp was still full of campers and they couldn’t drive through camp.)  Daisy was under instructions to do whatever she needed to do to lose Typhon –- if she needed to go through the McDonald’s drive through, then the Chick Fil A drive through, then stop for gas, then whatever else, she was to do it.  Luckily, though, there were enough parents leaving camp that Daisy was able to lose Typhon by sneaking between cars when Typhon wasn’t able to follow.  Typhon eventually returned to camp via the North entrance.  Sunshine somehow prevented him being able to enter the camp again.  I heard she shut the camp gate on him, but I’m not sure how that would’ve worked with other parents picking up their campers during dismissal.  Whatever happened, I heard Typhon didn’t set foot in the camp itself again.  Instead, he was stuck in the cul-de-sac immediately outside the camp.   

             At some point, the Fairfax County Sheriff's Office was called.  Actually, I think it was Typhon who called them.  Luckily, I had printed out all kinds of things for Molly to take to camp with her this week because Typhon had threatened to show up at camp on Monday morning (which he never did).  These included: a copy of the Custody Agreement; emails showing how I had provided him the dates of the summer camps before he attempted to designate his weeks for summer visitation; a copy of the calendar entry to show when the camp was added to the family Google calendar; a copy of the metadata to show when the camp was copied from the general family Google calendar to the “Official Custody Schedule” Google calendar; copies of emails from Typhon to me telling me that he was going to ignore the “Official Custody Schedule” Google Calendar; and a copy of the settings for the “Official Custody Schedule” Google Calendar to prove that Typhon has viewing access to it.  

            Two deputies showed up.  One spoke to Typhon first and one spoke to Molly first.  After a long time, they eventually determined –- as was unsurprising to everyone but Typhon -– that Typhon was wrong and it was not his custodial weekend.  They also asked each of the kids if they wanted to go with Typhon that Friday afternoon, and all 4 of them overwhelming said no.  Unfortunately, the following week (which starts at 8 am on Monday and ends at 5 pm on Friday) is one of Typhon’s designated summer weeks.  The deputies also asked the kids if they planned on going to Typhon’s next week.  Ursula and our younger son, Huck, said that they planned on going.  Our older son, Peter, was more on the fence, but because I think the deputy probably recorded that as a yes, he is basically committed to going to see his father this week. 

            Typhon left the camp first, and Molly waited until the deputies – who at that point were both back up with Typhon – called her to tell her she could leave.  I had all my children turn off their locations on their phones so that Typhon could not track their route home.  I did not put it past him to try something like causing Molly to get into an accident to hurt her, even though the kids were in the car with her.  I would have been devastated if anything had happened to Molly or any of the kids because of Typhon. 

            I hate that the kids and Molly (and me, of course) had to go through this traumatic event because of Typhon.  He has no regard for the kids.  He only wants to punish me, and he was angry because the Income Deduction Order was entered against him that day.  It never fails to amaze me how entirely selfish he can be. 

            The rest of Friday night was surprisingly calm.  I had some friends come into town who I hadn’t seen in more than a decade, and I had been really worried Typhon would show up at my house and cause a scene while they were here.  Luckily, he did not, and I was able to enjoy the reunion.  I hadn’t realized how much I had missed them.  I really hope that this rekindles those friendships in earnest. 

            At midnight that night, I had to email Typhon because Ramona was going out of town with her best friend to a indoor water park resort for two nights to celebrate her friend’s birthday later that week.  Under the Custody Agreement, the custodial parent has to provide the non-custodial parent with 72 hours’ notice any time a child leaves the DC area.  The non-custodial parent’s consent is not required for the trip; it is simply a notice provision.  Consent is only required if the child is travelling internationally.  I provided the notice as required under the Custody Agreement, copying Atticus:

Typhon has a habit of writing several emails in response to every one email I send.  This was one of his responses, on which he copied Atticus:

This was my response: 

As for some of other things in Typhon’s email –- the 3 hour late drop off, starting one of his designated summer weeks on Tuesday instead of Monday, allegedly locking Ursula in her room to prevent her from visiting Typhon, only allowing Ramona to visit Typhon two days out of the last 13 months -– I will address those in other blog posts.

Just another Friday afternoon…