THURSDAY, AUGUST 23, 2018

 Thursday, 8/23/18

Yesterday was the lowest day of my life. Leone's denial of every offer I made for some equity regarding the children and the property, compounded by a viciousness that I think even shook the mediator, multiplied by some other factors regarding legal counsel that I cannot share, and added all to 5 solid hours of exhaustive and fruitless negotiations, I barely crawled home last night and laid awake all night, despairing, but knowing that I had to hang on and find a way.

A visit with the children was scheduled today, but given how things went yesterday, and how confident Leone was about finally destroying me, I didn't expect her to keep the appointment. I sent a message to my attorney this morning and apparently she worked it with Leone's attorney to make sure she kept the appointment.

I got to Christiansted early and I parked next to Gianna's school, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. The school is next to the church where Leone and I had met with the priest who married us for our pre-marriage sessions. I decided to walk over and just peak in at the courtyard where we had sat 32 years ago. The gate was open and I saw a woman on the phone. I decided I wanted to talk to the pastor while I was there, but he wasn't in.

I walked out and saw the entrance to the school across the street. The gate was locked but a woman walking out let me in. I saw the word "office," and decided to pay the office a visit. I introduced myself as the father of Gianna Rohr. The lady immediately knew who she was: "Oh yes, very beautiful and smart, " she said. Then she looked at me closer and said: "I can see Gianna in your face." I advised her that I wanted to be copied on all communications, report cards, etc that went out to parents.

I then walked back to my car and sat there, waiting for the minutes to tick by to once again see my babies, maybe for the last time in a very long time. At about 20 minutes to 4, I received a call from my attorney's secretary telling me to meet the attorney at the office and that she had some documents for me.

My heart sunk. Every document I have been getting, except for once during this year long sordid affair, has been another blow to me, either a decision against me, or more absurd and outrageous lies designed to publicly destroy me - as the Guam media did.

I was paralyzed when I arrived at my attorney's office. She wasn't there but her secretary called her and I heard her ask "should I give him the documents." I didn't think my heart could take anymore. But then she handed me the document. It was what I had been waiting for since February. Only 24 hours after my wife and her attorney had rejected my extremely reasonable offer to settle and stormed out of the mediation, the VI court granted my motion to dismiss Leone's Action for Divorce. Her action is no more. My attorney said it is like it was never filed. Everything now must happen in Guam where it won't be so easy to lie because so many people there have known us for 30 years. I have to say that I broke down crying for several minutes. 

I put the document in my bag and went to see my children. Leone and her dad were there. They ignored me. I am quite sure that she had not been notified yet of the dismissal of her case. She probably knows now.

And so I am asking you to especially pray for her tonight. She is suffering from something. And whether it is really me or not, there is no doubt that she is in great pain, and the decision against her, after nearly a year of placing all her hope in it, well, I don't know what she will do.

What happens next, I'm not sure. I leave for Guam on Saturday with a stop in California.