Tomorrow’s the big day.

First day at the new job.

I took the kids to daycare today for a couple hours to get them used to it. Diva actually cried when I PICKED HER UP because she wanted to stay and play. So, I think they will adjust well.


Well… the whole thing is a little bittersweet. I feel a little jaded because I feel forced to do this (take a job, put my kids in daycare) when it wasn’t “the plan”. I wasn’t really ready to do this. I wanted to keep things the same, at least through the summer so that they didn’t have anymore big adjustments to make. The divorce has been hard on them. Their father’s tactics has made is harder recently. I had really wanted to finish school and send Diva off to school beforehand, but the day has arrived. There are definitely positives though. I think it will be good for the kids social skills, especially Pickle. I think I’m at the point where I need to branch out and plant my feet in the legal spectrum, and the experience I’ll get with this firm will no doubt be excellent.

So, depsite feeling like my hand was forced, I think I’m making the best of it.

Plus, my Mom bought me some new cute, businessy stuff to wear.

I’m a girl, I love new clothes.

Life can be understood backwards, but must be lived forward

It started Sunday.
Jedi came into my room and asked me if it was ok with me if Stankcy was his step-mom. I told him that she would be his step-mom if/when they got married. He said he knew that but he just wanted to know if it was ok with me. I told him that I didn’t want him to worry about me and that we would just have to wait and see what happens. Diva happens to overhear the conversation and came in and told me that Daddy was getting married and that Daddy loved her. Despite what I wanted to say, I bit my tongue and just said good for them and tucked her back in bed. Of course Pickle overheard all of this as well, because I could hear him telling Jedi in the other room that Daddy said he wasn’t supposed to say anything to me about it. Nice. I shook my head realizing that my Ex had purposely set me up for this.

So I went to Pickle and told him it was ok, that I wanted them to be able to talk to me about anything and I told him that I didn’t think Dad should be telling him not to tell me things because we don’t keep secrets. As I was getting ready to walk out of the room, Pickle says, “Mom, can I ask you a question about something?” and I told him he could. So he asked “How come Daddy says he doesn’t have any money because you take it all and he can’t pay for gas to come see us, but he had money to buy Miss Stankcy a ring? That doesn’t make any sense.” (Obviously my kids don’t call her that. That’s something fun I keep just for myself, I promise.) I asked him if his Dad had bought her a ring and he said “not a wedding ring but a, uh, what’s it called, enfrement ring” Again, despite wanting to say a lot of things all I said was “I don’t know, but that’s a good question, buddy.”

This made Jedi chime in again, that Daddy and Stankcy were going to get married and that she would be his step mom and that her kids would be his stepbrother and sisters.As you can imagine, it’s a little hard to take. I’m human, and it’s not so easy to accept. It’s been hard enough to bite my tongue and encourage their respect of her in their father’s life since she was his chick on the side in our marriage, which they don’t know or understand. I don’t dislike her just because he’s with her, it’s because of the things he has told me about her. (snort) Guess I should consider the source, though. For all I know she’s normal.But, that’s neither here nor there.

What concerns me where my children are concerned as that  it doesn’t make sense. It only further raises my concerns about his mental health, because the things he has shared with me (about her, about their relationship and how she is as a mother) were not good. It’s also concerning because I know that their relationship only works when he is at odds with me, which leaves little to no hope of there EVER being any healthy communication between us where our children our concerned, because she will never allow it.

Then today, Pickle had a doctor’s appointment with his neurologist. I told EX about a week ago. He calls me to tell me he’s not getting the kids tonight (again, because he can’t afford gas) and when I ask him if he has anything he wants me to ask/tell the doctor, he gets all pissy with me and tells me he doesn’t want any changes made to the medications without his permission. I wasn’t planning on making any but IM NOT A DOCTOR. I ask him what he’s talking about and he starts saying he didn’t know about the appointment, which I told him about a week ago, then started talking about an appointment I have for Jedi tomorrow with our family doctor to review the school psychologists tests for ADHD, starts telling me Jedi needs behavior modifications at home, that I need to make changes, not put him on a pill when I’m giving them biased information.

Ok…first of all…. I’m not one who has EVER jumped right on the medication bandwagon. This process with Jedi has been long and drawn out. I don’t want him diagnosed with something he doesn’t have or on any medication he doesn’t need, but after this much research and time, all of which he didn’t partcipate in even when given ample notification, I WILL be doing what a doctor recommends.
Second, where the hell has he been? He has all these doctors phone numbers and knows where their offices are located. Seriously he’s probably been to each of the kids doctor once. Who the hell does he think he is? Third… I need to make changes, behavior modifications? WTF is that? This from a man, who thinks it’s not ill-affecting to his children to not show up after he tells him he will, to not do shit with them when he has visitations and to bad-mouth their mother in front of them? And he wonders why they don’t respect him or listen to him – Puh-lease. And most of the things he has problems with the kids about, I don’t. When I tell him this he thinks I’m saying he’s a bad father. This is of course an excuse to blame me, instead of making any changes. Again, everything is about him.
Lastly, this is the same man who told Pickle’s neurologists he wanted him to be taken off all of his medications. HE HAS EPILEPSY. There are ample EEGs, you know scientific test stuff, to prove this and he thinks again, that he doesn’t need medicine, just behavioral modifications.

I’ve been asking myself a lot lately what’s happened to him. How can he be so selfish? How can he be so cold? How can he not see how horribly he’s hurting his children? And after everything I did for him, I have to wonder – how can he be this way to me? And then something happened today that made me realize that he’s probably always been that way and that the truth is that he’s just an opportunist, looking for the next best thing for him and stepping on whoever and whatever he has to, to get there. Looking back I see it so clearly now.

When I met him, he saw me as a step up, someone who  loved kids and would take on Pickle and relieve him of his duties and improve his life. The more he suffered consequences for his actions from his ex, the more I ran in circles on glass trying to find ways to fix it, and the better I got at it, the better he looked. He looked like the loving, concerned father, because I was always whispering in his ear that things were wrong and that his son needed him. If it weren’t for me, he wouldn’t even know where his son is right now. Just like his step-son in his first marriage. Oh, yeh – he raised him since he was a baby, but when they split and his ex said he couldn’t see him, everyone pitied him. He was the poor, nice guy who had been taken advantage of. But he didn’t even fight. Why? I used to think it was because she was such a bitch, but now thinking about me and Pickle…even if I hadn’t adopted him, there’d be no way in hell he could keep me away from him. I was thinking about how he used to keep visitations with Pickle and wondering why he doesn’t do it now and then I realized that I was usually driving my car, with my gas… and how good it made him looked. The benefits outweighed the nuisance of having his son there.  And let’s not forget built in babysitting and how many times I was with Pickle while he was out getting wasted. And I made the excuses for him. He’d been through so much, his ex was so horrible. I helped him move on to better jobs, better money, bigger house, bigger yard – all the things he wanted.

And now look – here we are again. Now Stankcy is cooing and coddling him because I’m so horrible and I’ve put him through so much. And she pities him and takes on the financial burden to keep a roof over his head because he has to pay me so much in child support, brushing aside the fact that what really eats up his money is his huge car payment and credit card debt because he is an irresponsible spender who is never satisfied. Again, he’s moved on to a bigger house, bigger yard, and now the complete package, he’ll finally get the wife who’s a nurse so that they can live off her money and he can start his own contracting business, work his own hours, not answer to anybody and use that money for spending, vacations, etc, etc…

And his whole family… It’s a little disheartening to know they were all hanging out with his family this weekend. Thinking about how his Mom used to thank me all the time for everything I did for her son and Pickle, what a good mother I was. How soon we forget and lose loyalty. And I don’t mean loyalty to me, I mean standing up for the kids. These people just drop off the face of the Earth, but care just enough to talk shit about you. Just bring in the next one, bad mouth the last. Rinse hands and repeat. Never mind that he was horribly abusive and is on the verge of abandoning his children. I’m sure that will be my fault too.It’s amazing how people can make entire lives out of nothing more than excuses and lies.

Quote of the day: “When someone shows you who they are – believe them”

More bullshit

I talked to Pickle’s counselor yesterday. She said my EX had called last week while she was on vacation. (I don’t think he’s ever called before) She said she had called him back today and just went over what she’s working on, what groups he’s in and she agreed to start calling him after his sessions to let him know how things went. On one hand, I’m glad he called – I want to be positive and think that he may actually be starting to take interest. But, on the other hand, I’m thinking that there is some ulterior motive. Pickle’s been seeing Michelle for well over a year. I mean, why call now? After thinking about this, I remembered the letter I had sent him about two weeks ago about some concerns I had. One of those concerns was the inappropriate video games the kids had been playing there.  He had called me and told me I was full of shit and that they hadn’t played it there. Then he asked when I became the person who got to decide what was appropriate for them and I had told him that I had actually shown it to Pickle’s counselor to see if I was being too…controlling or something and that she thought it was extremely inappropriate for him. Which only made me feel WORSE about the whole thing.

I asked her if he brought this up. She said he did bring up his concerns over Pickle playing Halo here.

First of all, all of this is stupid. (eyeroll) I actually consulted El Chupa before I let him play it because of this exact thing and he said it was fine.  I try to be considerate and I’m fairly good about the stuff I let the kids see/do and I know he knows that which makes it suck even more that he’s being so petty. To give you an idea of what I’m talking about….go check out Halo  (which has a violence filter and he’s not ever allowed to play it by himself or play in the online rooms which I imagine is the real reason for the mature rating) and then check out these games that not only Pickle played, but Jedi and Diva watched.

Jedi and Diva know the whole dialogue to this video, so just imagine how many times they’ve watched it. Sure, it’s humorous, in a very dark way, but for a 6 and 4 year old to watch?

I’m frustrated and I’m stressed. The process server called me yesterday and told me he was going to serve him. I’ve been stressed about this happening since I was told it would be done Friday and I’ve had the same migraine since then too. So, I ended up in the ER with the worst migraine I’ve had in a long time last night. I got my magic IV potion and ta-da! all better, but still really shitty to have a migraine for 5 damn days.

Things don’t need to be like this. That’s the most frustrating part.

In other news…. my Mom’s Dad has been diagnosed with Stage 4 prostate cancer. It’s a complicated situation as nobody in our family is really close with him. This is why one should always tend to their family, cause family, in the end, is all that will tend to you. My emotions are to volatile and complicated to further divulge but still, I’m sympathetic to my mother and his situation. My prayers are all I can offer I suppose. Just a very weird situation.

Also – my phone rang at 11:30 Tuesday night, a number on the caller ID I didn’t recognize, a voice I didn’t recognize either, a  blast from the past …. Matilda. Ah, just what I need. I have too big a heart to have hung up on her. I was close to her daughter, from the time she was a year old (she’s 11 now), her and Pickle grew up together, I got her through a rough pregnancy with her son when her then husband was enlisted. There’s a lot of history there. So, I mostly listened…to her apology, to her explanations, to the stories of the last year or so of her life, but I didn’t do much else than listen. I find it peculiar that she would call now. I question her intentions. I must admit, she is entertaining. But she is chaos and drama. Something I don’t have room in my life for right now. (sigh) I’m just leaving it at that right now.


I am done with another semester of school.  (applause) Thank you. Thank you very much.

Even though my finals haven’t been graded yet, I’m pretty certain, I’m walking away from it with an A in my Social Problems class and a B+ in my Civil Litigation II class. Seriously – I don’t know how I do it sometimes.

Yes, people, I’m proud of myself.

Huh, what do you know…. I really am.



Mo’ Money, Mo’ Problems

I’ve spent the last two days running around like a chicken with my head cut off. Filling out paperwork for work, for daycare, for school. It’s been a whirlwind.

In the midst of this it struck me that I was going to have to tell the El Chupa Douchebag about my new job and about the daycare because he is required to pay 1/2 the child care costs. So, I since I never TELL him anything, I wrote him a nice letter telling him I start on the 1st, where I had enrolled the kids, what the cost was and what he was responsible for. I also told him that I hoped it would help him be more consistent with the kids visitations, since he could just pick them up from daycare and wouldn’t have to bother with an escort or witness and the center is a little closer to him as well, which will save him gas.

His response? He calls me, while he has the kids for visitation to tell me that he wasn’t paying for anything until it was worked out in court and that since the restraining order only specifies that he can pick the kids up here at 5:30pm, that’s what he would do and if I wasn’t here with them he would just go to the police. No, it’s not a typo – that’s really what he said.  I tried explaining to him that our divorce decree provides that he is required to pay for half of childcare costs, and he said the whole things is too vague and works to my favor.  I said that it was the agreement we both reviewed and signed together. Then I tried explaining that the restraining order doesn’t include the kids, that they are not listed as protected persons, and that the only reason it says anything about picking them up and dropping them off here, was because I made that exception for him and them, because otherwise he wouldn’t be allowed on the premises. Of course, he won’t listen, because he’d rather make things difficult. He kept insisting he wasn’t allowed to pick them up and he refused to make any other arrangements.

So I  asked him, “What are you gonna do then, miss all your visitations with the kids, cause there’s no way I’ll be here by 5:30? I’m trying to make other arrangements.”

and he said, “No, I’ll be where I’m supposed to be.”

What a fucktard. (severe eyeroll)

I told him several times that he was misinterpting the restraining order and that the kids were only included in it BEFORE there were other measures in place with our Shared Parenting Plan and since that was the most recent thing on file…that’s what he’s entitled to. I told him he know in his heart that I would never call the cops on him for spending time with his kids.

I told him that I thought he should call his attorney in the morning and that I was sure he/she could help him better understand his rights and obligations. He said he would just go to the police or the court. He really wasn’t making any sense to be honest. I told him that he only had so much time with his kids and that he should spend it with them. He hung up on me only to call me back 30 minutes later, to go and on and on about the same things. Asking how I could expect him to come with an extra $150 by June 1st for their daycare? I told him I would go ahead and pay it, but he would need to pay it back to me by the 15th. He refused. He asked me how I could expect him to pay this on top of his child support and that child support needed to be adjusted. When I told him I had used the same child support calculator he had before ( and it worked out to be about the same. He started asking me why he should even work, all he does is give it to me. I told him it wasn’t me. It was for his children and that as their father he should want to take care of them. Then he asked why I would work if it was all the same.  Asked me how I could make such big decisions without consulting him? How this wasn’t in their best interest. I said considering he had theatened to not give me another dime in child support, I thought it was in the kids best interest to circumvent any financials problems that would cause and get a job to keep a roof over their head.

Stankcy was running her mouth in the background about his driving here and back with the kids, and how gas is $3.50 per a gallon. And finally, I just told him to tell her to shut-up. He said he didn’t appreciate that. I told him I didn’t care what he appreciated and she needed to shut up and mind her own business, she has her own ex husband to worry about. So of course, he makes a point to tell her, she says something about how mature I am, which is rich considering who she’s relaying it through. Laughable really. He says something about me being a hillbilly, something else about gas prices and then he hung up on me, but I’m immature. What did I do? Let it go. He had the kids for visitation for God’s sake. Spemd your time with your babies, dude. Isn’t this why we got divorced? He can just be with them and not me?

The kicker?

When the kids get home from visitation…the first thing Pickle says when he walks in the door is …. “I can’t take it anymore, all he talks about is you and money! He says you take all of his money, not half of it.” SO, not only do I have to hear it from him, I’m hearing it from my kid all over again??

I just told him, “Babe, the court decides about the money, not me, not your him… they say what they think he should pay to take care of you guys based on laws. That’s how it works. He shouldn’t be talking to you about that. Just don’t worry about it.”

I tried to change the subject and asked about snack, I asked if they had one already and Pickle says, “No and I’ll give you one guess why? Money” Then in a mocking tone, imitating his Dad he said, “I don’t have money for snack, Mommy has it all. I have to buy gas, blah blah blah” He threw his hands in the air and said “It’s baloney

It was almost comical if it wasn’t so damn sad that he was having these conversations about grown up problems with little kids. I told him if I ever said anything like that he could tell me to stop. This is the part where he told me it embarassed him when he talked about me and the money stuff like that. He said he thinks all El Chupa cares about is being mad and having money. He said he doesn’t want to go over there anymore, because he doesn’t want to listen to him. I almost cried. It hurt me so bad to hear him say that. I had never thought of that before… I mean, I knew it was stuff he shouldn’t be talking to him about, but it never even occured to me how embarassing it must be to have his Dad make such a big deal out the money he provides to take care of him or what he says about ME in front of other people.

I don’t know how I survived 6 years of marriage to that incompetent, selfish bastard.
I can’t do anything right no matter what I do. If I stay home, I’m a lazy ass, if I go to work, I’m inconvenienceing him.

Big, HUGE Change

I’m finishing up final papers and exam for school, but I had to blog about the big change.

I didn’t want to say anything to jinx it, but I had a HUGE interview this morning in Cleveland with a major, national law firm. Big, HUGE deal. I was offered the position on the spot and I accepted.

I start on June 1st.

This is HUGE!

Lip Sync

When my cousin came up to visit last month, she asked me about these old lip syncing videos we used to make when we were like, 14. So, I dug it out and we laughed our asses off at dorky-selves.


So, without further ado, with the power of YouTube and my digital camera… here is Nicki and I lip syncing “This Time” by Janet Jackson. It’s a 14 year old VHS, so it’s a little grainy, but you get the idea. Enjoy!


So there’s been a lot that I haven’t written about lately.

Like, the El Chupa not seeing the kids for two weeks, that when he did he used the time to bad mouth me and tell the kids I am a liar and that I’m keeping them away from him, that I take all his money to explain why he wouldn’t stop and get them an ice cream cone on the way home, what little money he does have goes to buy gas to come get them…. (which is interesting considering that’s been once every two weeks at this point, and that he drives a company vehicle, and has that gas provided for him 5 days a week while he works). Then, as an added bonus, he’s been starting in on Pickle about coming to live with him. Just Pickle.


Last Friday when he was supposed to get them he called and said he would just get Pickle and Diva, because he didn’t want to have to bring Jedi all the way back out here Saturday for his baseball game, and then he doesn’t show. He calls and says that he doesn’t have a witness to come with him to get the kids…however his girlfirend was there earlier running her mouth in the background and egging him on… so he asks if he can come get them all after Jedi’s game for a couple hours to go to his sister’s graduation party (to look good for his family no doubt) and then bring them home. And I told him no… I said it’s been almost two weeks since you’ve seen them, how do you think it’s gonna make them feel that you’re coming to get them for a couple hours and they can’t spend the night like they always do. And he says, “I’m about ready to be fuckin done with all of you, just so I don’t have to deal with this shit.”

EXCUSE ME?!? I start crying and obviousely get upset asking him if he really just said that? His solution…to hang up on me and call back and record himself leaving a message saying that we must have a bad connection or something becuase when he just called someone picked up and hung up. This is his way of covering his ass somehow. It’s SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO stupid.

Monday when he talked to them, I listened in as the therapist recommended, his conversation with Pickle went something like, I love you and miss you soooo much, won’t it be cool when we can see each other everyday while his conversations with Jedi and Diva were just hi, how are you doing, ok bye.

Then last night 20 mins before he’s supposed to get the kids, he calls and leaves a message that he would like to speak to the children. Not even a minute later I have Diva call him back and she said he didn’t answer the phone. wtf? Then he calls back around 7:30 and I had Pickle pick it up. HIs end of the conversation was “I love you too, I miss you too….I love you too, I miss you too” and then he said ok, bye and hung up the phone and when I pointed out he was supposed to give the phone to Jedi and Diva, he replied “Daddy was the one who hung up“. wtf is he doing now?

Really, I’m sure in his head, in some scheme he’s got cooked up, this makes sense and it’s supposed to make Pickle want to live there or me just… give him up? I don’t know. I just can’t figure how this guy can really make people believe I’m keeping the kids from him. All he has to do is drive out here and pick them up, but in order to get away from that fact he’s started saying he has to have a witness because of the CPO, even though the CPO provides he can pick up and drop off the kids here. It also says he can go to their extra-cirricular activities, but he doesn’t do that either. How can people really buy into this horseshit? I mean seriously… if you’re a parent or you know a good parent, then you know…NOTHING could keep them away from their child. Hell, even if he had a restraining order against me and I had to do all the driving to see my kids, you better believe I’d be at any given opportunity to interact with them.


And today should be oodles of fun. My attorney just called and told me that the process server will be going out to serve him with court papers today and that he’d call me beforehand so I had some notice, because he, and I, believe it’s going to set him off.

(deep breath – talking to self: you’re doing the right thing. just hang on.)

The BEST Mother’s Day gift EVER!

For Mother’s Day we took a family outing to the Akron Zoo. They had a lot of family oriented happenings going on there for the holiday like free face paintings, free coffee, tea and muffins for Mom, they let the kids plant a seed in a planter that they got to bring home and plant and they gave away tree saplings as well.

As we watched the bear cubs wrestling, a middle-aged man who was pushing his elderly mother in a wheelchair asked me about where the kids had gotten the saplings and I gave them directions. Later on when we were in the reptile exhibit we ran into the man and his mother again.

Pickle softly inquired why the woman was in a wheelchair and I explained. He thought about it for a minute and then he said to me, “Mom, I was thinking that since that lady is in a wheelchair and can’t climb all the stairs to the place, where, you know? We got the little trees?” I nod. “Well, I think since we will have three at our house that I would like to give mine to the lady in the wheelchair for Mother’s Day.” I told him I thought that was an excellent idea and then I watched, my eyes watering with proud Momma tears, as he got up and walked over and tapped her on the shoulder and gave her the tree and said, “Happy Mother’s Day.”

He walked back over and I tipped his chin up at me and looked him in the eyes and told him that what he had done was the right thing to do and that I was so proud to be his Mom.

And as if this wasn’t enough, he smiles at me, hugs me and says:

Well, I’m proud that you’re my Mom, cause you were the one who taught me the right things to do.”

You are now entering the Twilight Zone

I’m just having a really bad week. I was laid off from my job. I’ve had to file a post-decree motion to try and get full custody before the ink is even dry on the divorce shared parenting because he just isn’t ever gonna do his part.

Tonight was crazy. Jer caught the El Chupa Douchebag driving by the house for no reason, multiple times. His mentality lately is scary.

He’s been claiming that I’m interfering with his relationship with the kids, yet.. he’s cancelled his visitations and hasn’t seen them since last Tuesday (May 1st) He gets pissed because I’ve intercepted some of his phone calls to the kids (only after he’s gotten on the phone with them and talked trash about me and continued to do so after THEY asked him to stop).And if I don’t answer the phone, oh dear Lord. Yes this is actually his story….he’s complaining about getting to talk to them, while all the while HE’s canceling his visitation. Which of course is my fault too – because I won’t take them out there to him, blah, blah, blah, blah. Didn’t he know where his kids lived when he choose to move out there?

He’s threatened to drag me to court if I don’t drop the restraining order , he says that’s interfering with his relationship with the kids too, yet the restraining order provides for his visitations and for him to attend their extra-curricular and school events and he doesn’t do it. Excuse me if I can’t find any sympathy. He put his hands around my throat. I already reduced teh charges so he wouldn’t lose his job, so he wouldn’t kill me.

Then he’s threatened to call children services and the cops on me, because I’ve left him “with no choice”, since I won’t let him talk to the kids – this after I have the kids call him and he did what – start yelling at them about me. Yeh, that makes a lot of sense. This was even after THE KIDS and myself told him that we weren’t home when he called Tuesday and Wednesday, of course disregarding that he could have SEEN the kids.Good luck with that, buddy.

He tells me I’m not working in my kids best interest because I won’t bring them out, yet he waits til 5 minutes before he’s supposed to be here, when they’re ready and waiting for me to call me and tell me he’s not coming? Give me a freakin break. Why would I drive all the way out there for that?

Oh and tonight was the kicker – when he called to tell the kids good-night I asked him to explain why he drove past the house and he denied it. He kept acting all hurt, like a victim, saying he just wanted to talk to his kids. He was acting like a different person. Key word: ACTING and I soon found out why. When I told him again that I wasn’t going to put the kids on the phone after the way he acted this morning when I had them call him and told him good-bye, I didn’t hang up and when he thought he hung up, he actually didn’t. Guess what I heard? HIS MOM on the line. She said “Hello? what did she not answer again.” and he said oh you didn’t hear any of that and she said no and he said she tried to say i drove by the house and she called the cops and she wasn’t going to let me talk to them. At this point, I interjected… I’m still here and I guess I now know where you stand” to his Mom and I said actually what I said was I wasn’t going to put them on the phone because when I had them call YOU earlier you yelled at them and kept bad-mouthing me, even when THEY asked you to stop. He said I didn’t do that. And I said, We both know you’re lying and putting on an act, and now I know you’re doing it because your Mom was on the phone.

Seriously for someone who claims they are so scared of a CPO why would he drive by?


P.S. Is it just me or are these games inapprpriate for children?


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