Having Lost My Composure

I don't know how many of you saw today's Divorce Court. If you do you know I lost my composure. I usually don't go there and I felt a little badly about it so I wanted to give you the full 411 on what happened that day. Now certainly judges are supposed to stay removed from the situation and not get emotional but we are all human and I had a moment.

Here's the deal: The day before I had taken my husband to the emergency room because he was sick. Turns out he had something that turned into pneumonia. At that time we did not know what the underlying problem was so they gave him so medicine. Well the next day he woke up and his tongue was the size of a potato. He had an allergic reaction. He didn't tell me. He just went back to the hospital. I was on the phone doing the Steve Harvey radio show and he didn't want to alarm me. I had to go to LA to tape that day. He didn't get back until much later, he said everything was fine and I should go. So I did.

The next day when I got to the studio in the morning I called home and my older son answered the phone. He was supposed to be at school at that hour so I asked why he was home and he told me he was really sick. So I asked to talk to his father so I could figure out what was really wrong. My son says"He's not here." I asked "where is he?" Son says "He went back to the emergency room." I say "what happened?" He says "I don't know he just left."

Then I said 'where is your little brother?' Big son says 'he's in bed.' I told big son I know you're sick but you have to get that boy up get him dressed and make him go to the bus. (Little son was trying hard to fail math at the time and we couldn't afford a day off)

So big son says "yeah I will." Next thing I do is call the emergency room. Got transferred all around and nobody told me a thing HIPPA LAWS. All they would do was say that he was there.

I called my son back and ask if his little brother got to the bus. Big son says "I guess so." I say "don't you know?" Big son says "Well, he left and didn't come back."

I call the hospital again and insist that since they can't tell me anything they need to put my husband on the phone. (all the while I had been calling a texting him on his cell with no response) They said they'd call me back. I did 2 shows with my cell phone under the bench waiting to hear. I hit his cell again. He texted me the word 'OK' That's it. So I KNEW everything wasn't. In the mean time in between time the guy that I hollered at was the third guy that day who in essence defined his manhood by the number of women he could have sex with and walk away from.

So there I was away from home worried about my good guy husband and two good kids and I'm talking to this guy. I was pressed, stressed and I wanted to go home. Lost my mind. What can I say.

By the way Hubby's better now, so is big son and little guy passed math (barely)

I'm not making excuses. And I don't take back anything I said. But I thought my delivery lacked a little dignity. I'm not sorry but I a liitle disappointed in myself. One thing should never bleed into the other. I thought I had it handled a little better than that.

What are you gonna do?

Judge Lynn