Urge that would drive me mad. All exchanges in our scenario are done via school or at a mutual public place. Theres been a few emergencies at the end of the street but neither my DH or BM have EVER gone to the door of the others house. 

Meth Mouth couldn't understand why we locked our front and back door and our screen doors! The fact that she had to ask DH about this shows she was on our property trying to get into our house!

I had a zero tolerance rule for Meth Mouth, if she was seen anywhere on our street DH or I would call the cops. Then she started parking two streets over and lurking on the corner like the damn meth head she is!

I'll always cherish the memory of that time I slammed my door in Satan's face.

Let's relive it, together.

DH was in the process of moving in with me and Satan lost her mind.  She was calling him at work several times a day to chew him out, and it was being noticed by his coworkers.  She called to threaten him, something crazy about having my DS14 arrested for being at DH's house without her permission.  We picked up Killjoy for DH's weekend visitation, and stopped by the police department and filed a harassment complaint.  The PD called Satan and told her she was not allowed to call DH anymore.  She cried to them that I was keeping DH from her.

As expected, she refused DH any further visitation.  So he got a CO specifying his exact schedule, and Satan was COed to do half the driving.  DH had been doing all the driving before that point.  Also COed all communication had to be in writing, so double told her she wasn't allowed to call him anymore.  She cried in front of the judge, boooohoooo, DH won't talk to me anymore, ever since he got a GF.  I guess the judge was supposed to order DH to talk to her and break up with me?  He called her a manipulative jerk.

At the end of DH's next visit, Satan came right up to my door and knocked.  It didn't matter that it was my house.  She's entitled to do whatever the fark she wants.  Killjoy scurried out the door and into the car as fast as her legs would carry her.  Satan had a tantrum on my porch about some fictional notebook we were supposedly keeping from her.  She was gawking all over my house through the open door, I asked her if she saw anything she liked.  (She has a long history of trespassing into the homes of the people she knows, snooping through their things and taking what she wants.) . Her jaw hit the floor and she just stared at me, and I swung the door shut, slamming it in her face.

Huge applause erupted by all the witnesses behind me, we had friends and family over.  I'm sure she heard it.

You would think that was the end of her trespassing, wouldn't you?  Noooooo...

Anytime DH picked Killjoy up, Satan would come out and start chewing his ass for some bullcrap excuse.  She started making vague "abuse" hints.  So used to getting her way immediately, I guess someone was supposed to take her innuendos seriously and act on them.  I knew where she was headed.  

We started videotaping exchanges.  She was FURIOUS.  But she stopped coming outside.

Next time she came to pickup Killjoy, she had another tantrum on our porch, even stuck her foot in the door when DH tried to close it.  It was all on video.

So then she was prohibited from exiting her car on our property.  LOL.  Oh, how lowering for her.

She tried to get the GAL to prohibit us from videotaping, but she couldn't.  Too bad, so sad.

For a while I did enjoy taunting her.  She lost custody after a while, despite blatantly false abuse allegations, and whenever she dropped Killjoy off, I'd stand in the doorway in my daisy dukes and tank top and just grin at her.

I'm ten years older than her in my late 40s and hotter by far than she was at 18.  Eat your heart out, Satan.