I Am Starting Over Again
Thanks for the messages. They brought a smile to my face which has been rare to see in this past year(s). Right now I am broken and you don't want me right now.
I stayed alone for a few years. Had one little thing going but that went away. He was in a middle of a divorce and it just went down. Then a year later, I got into a relationship with my neighbor. He is 20yrs older than me. LOL. Go figure always like my men older. Anyways, his wife had passed away the year before. My mother was even there with her until the end. So, a year later after we talked every day. ( It was always perfect timing I would be taking out the garbage in my pajamas and he was just getting home work. ) When we had a bad storm that knocked out power/ internet, everything but gas for 10 days, I would run over with food for him and his dimentia ridden father. One thing led to another and we hooked up. By Christmas he gave me a beautiful sapphire ring. Then on New Year's it was a custom made ruby and diamond trinity ring I know it was all just buying power. He went and set up his daughters old bedroom for Justino. I have been spending each evening running back and for from each house. Then, my father started getting pissed. He didn't like him. My father and I get into an argument. Me with the feisty Aries blood start moving my belongings. In the process of moving a huge flat screen tv, I almost dropped it. I yanked it up real fast hitting myself in the rib cage. I carried it all the way in and hooked it up. Ended up at the Dr's the next day. Two fractured ribs, separated sternum, and muscle torn from the bones.
So things are going well for the first few months. Jman moves in. Happy as can be. He's got his own room etc. Well, bring my dog and cat over. This is were everything starts going bad. I love to cook don't get me wrong. But I started getting annoyed because (now please keep in mind I didn't mind at first) I cooked for my son, him, and his father everyday. Everything had to be laid out a certain way. Then, my dog got banished to the kitchen only. She is a 183lb Great Dane ( you should remember her). His dog was stuck to a wall on a bungee cord never allowed into the rest of the house. That was the start. All of the sudden he starts pulling all this ADD **** on me. I ended washing the white tile floors 3-4 times a day and also the same amount of vac ******* the entire house. Wipe counters and dusting all surfaces the same amount of time.
Valentines Day comes. I go to pick up a necklace for my father to give my mother. Who do I find in the same store? He was trying to pick out a diamond for me. He saw me. Yes we both laughed. But he find this one ring and has me try it on. He has me hold my hand up for inspection for what seemed like an hour so he could make sure it looked right on my hand and what he wanted. Ok yes I was flattered. He ended up buying this $5000 ring for me. Then his grip started tightening more after he bought 2 diamond lined bands to go on each side to "accent it". He spent over $10,000 for just that one finger. That does not include all the other jewelry he bought me. After time I started to realize he was trying to buy me and also my son with posters, toys, clothes, etc.
Well my dog who was banished needed a bath. Took her outside and gave her one. He decided that she needed to get out some energy and lets her off the leash. She starts around and then bolts to my grandmothers house. Now my dog is a good girl but there something between her and Maxie that they just don't get along at all. My Sara attacks my grandmother's dog. Bob goes running and pulls them apart. I did not have the strength because of the broken ribs. Well, my dog almost killed my grandmother's dog. Two months of weekly vet visits, spent 4x a day cleaning and giving med's to my grandmother's dog to get her back to health. $2000+ later her dog is doing just fine.
It just kept getting worse and worse. His daughter no joke called me screaming " You ******* ****. How do you feel living in my mother's house? I don't care if I go to jail. I am coming over right now to kill you *****!". OOOOHHHHHH KKKKKK.. nice this is what I got for bailing her out of jail after beating up her bf and giving her a place to stay, shower, and clothes. I swear that house is cursed for misery because of him. This was something we had a tiff about. He started getting nasty towards my son. I used to call him Storming Norman because you could hear the footsteps as he came through the house. Then he would start yelling at Jman who was just playing a game right after he got home from school. He would take his socks off. Bob would start yelling at him to were they should be. Then he put an alarm clock in front of the tv to remind him of what time he was supposed to feed the animals. He didn't realize also how loud his voice was. Jman would end up crying everyday. He starts up with crap about my son everyday then. I was like WTF, your daughter threatened to kill me and I still fill her fridge each week because she doesn't work, take her in when she needs it and your going to complain about a sock on the floor.
Justino had summer school here in CT all because he scored 1 point to low on a test. He had all 80's and 90's on his report card but because his DRA testing he got a 29 and he had to have a 30 he had to go. I argued with the school etc but they said it state of CT policy. What was I to do. Told ex etc because it was his summer visit.. ie 2 wks on and off that he was going to have to wait until summer school was over to see him unless he wanted to drive up for a weekend. The last week of summer school I called up ex husband because he hand not paid child support since the beginning of the year that if he didn't send it down I could not afford to drive Justino all the way down there. So he got one of his parents to deposit a check to get him just underneath the limit for getting arrested. Well check was only for $1495, but it sent up a red flag with child support enforcement. They put a freeze on the payment. So he had to go show proof etc. I told him that until this was done I could not bring him down. This was a Wed. He got it cleared late Thurs. So Friday morning I brought him down to see his father. When I return home I get the mail. Papers from the court of DE with him saying I was withholding visitation the entire summer and he wanted me to be found in contempt of court order. In the mean time I had just returned from driving 8 hrs and my son was with him. I was not withholding. There was no choice with the summer school. Yes I kept him here 2 days extra but I really could not afford it.
I talked to the court they told me I had no choice but to show in DE even after I showed them proof of everything because ex wouldn't drop the charges. He waited almost 2mths. So I am broken.. broke... and going crazy because of this. The Friday right before hurricane Sandy I begged the court.. They told me I could send in paperwork for a phone trial but it was too late because ex would have to be notified in time. I called ex and begged... he waited until and this is no joke 3:33pm.. The clerk who had been trying to help me called me at 3:43 to tell me he finally dropped the charges. Calls me to tell me his new wife and he were breaking up and was just being an ***. OMG!!!!!!
( As I write this, I just got bad news my mom's best friend is dying right now. They just brought her kids in to say good bye before she goes. Cancer has devoured her entire body. I am tried of cancer and people dying!)
The next thing that went wrong was my sugar started dropping. Had to be taken by ambulance away. 5 Days in the hospital. The nurse wouldn't answer when I would ring to go use the bathroom. So me being stubborn started to get up and unplug the monitors and bring my IV to the bathroom. They would come in yelling at me. I told I was buzzing you for over 30 min wth did you just want me to **** myself. They kept loading me up with all sorts of drugs to keep me sedated.Then on the 5th day I had asked about the iv line. There was a funky bend that was kind of grey. She told me it was fine. Needless to say I had a really bad dream. Jumped up out of bed because I had to go to the bathroom. The iv line broke but I didn't know this. I get out of bed and there is blood all over me, the room, and my bed. The entire room. I start into the bathroom and it's covered in blood. The toilet is filled with blood and the shower is covered. I walk out into the hall (the nurses station you could see from my bed), I asked them if I was dreaming. They come running " no no no it's not. People come running they hold my arm up and clamp the iv. I look back it was like a scene from a Freddy Cruger movie. I lost somewhere between 2-3pints of blood.
I snapped. Got my clothes on and said was leaving. All the nurses and orderlies blocked the doors and wouldn't let me thru. I started to snap going from exit to exit and they wouldn't let me out. Finally I went to the fire door. They tried to block that too. I got pissed and pulled the fire alarm. Then they moved. As I went down the stairwell, I got confronted buy 2-3 guys in police gear. They made me go back up. They refused to let me leave the hospital unless I signed some paper and had a ride that would come up to the floor. This was 4am. Bob came and got me as soon as I called.
Now despite all this I do appreciate him picking me up but he had the nerve that 9am asked why I didn't cook breakfast for him and his father and put out their med's. This went on for a few days. He was coping a fell when ever he could. Got pissed that I wasn't having sex with him. Well you know what I just got out of the hospital ******* leave me alone
Thanksgiving morning I got up at 4am with only 2hrs sleep.Started cooking a meal for over 15 people. Once all was ready about 1-2pm I got ready. My hair is all the way down to my *** so I blow dry it upside down. When I lifted my head up my sugar was gone and my bp dropped. I fell over and landed on my right shoulder on a marble threshold. Dinner I toughed out (but everyone could tell I was in pain) and for the next for days until Sunday I couldn't take it anymore and went to urgent care clinic. They did all sorts of xrays. I broke my clavical bone really good. 3-6mths to heal then I need to do therapy. WTF...
With in the next few days he started getting bitchy more with my son and me. We got into a verbal fight. He tells me if I don't like the way he wants his house to be then get the **** out. Ohhhhh... wrong thing to say to me. I took my rings off and put them on the kitchen table and started packing. Still have things to get from there of Justino's things.
So tired. In pain. Jman was gone for xmas. IT SUCKED.. Other then my family I am alone again. But thankfully I have my son and family.
I stayed alone for a few years. Had one little thing going but that went away. He was in a middle of a divorce and it just went down. Then a year later, I got into a relationship with my neighbor. He is 20yrs older than me. LOL. Go figure always like my men older. Anyways, his wife had passed away the year before. My mother was even there with her until the end. So, a year later after we talked every day. ( It was always perfect timing I would be taking out the garbage in my pajamas and he was just getting home work. ) When we had a bad storm that knocked out power/ internet, everything but gas for 10 days, I would run over with food for him and his dimentia ridden father. One thing led to another and we hooked up. By Christmas he gave me a beautiful sapphire ring. Then on New Year's it was a custom made ruby and diamond trinity ring I know it was all just buying power. He went and set up his daughters old bedroom for Justino. I have been spending each evening running back and for from each house. Then, my father started getting pissed. He didn't like him. My father and I get into an argument. Me with the feisty Aries blood start moving my belongings. In the process of moving a huge flat screen tv, I almost dropped it. I yanked it up real fast hitting myself in the rib cage. I carried it all the way in and hooked it up. Ended up at the Dr's the next day. Two fractured ribs, separated sternum, and muscle torn from the bones.
So things are going well for the first few months. Jman moves in. Happy as can be. He's got his own room etc. Well, bring my dog and cat over. This is were everything starts going bad. I love to cook don't get me wrong. But I started getting annoyed because (now please keep in mind I didn't mind at first) I cooked for my son, him, and his father everyday. Everything had to be laid out a certain way. Then, my dog got banished to the kitchen only. She is a 183lb Great Dane ( you should remember her). His dog was stuck to a wall on a bungee cord never allowed into the rest of the house. That was the start. All of the sudden he starts pulling all this ADD **** on me. I ended washing the white tile floors 3-4 times a day and also the same amount of vac ******* the entire house. Wipe counters and dusting all surfaces the same amount of time.
Valentines Day comes. I go to pick up a necklace for my father to give my mother. Who do I find in the same store? He was trying to pick out a diamond for me. He saw me. Yes we both laughed. But he find this one ring and has me try it on. He has me hold my hand up for inspection for what seemed like an hour so he could make sure it looked right on my hand and what he wanted. Ok yes I was flattered. He ended up buying this $5000 ring for me. Then his grip started tightening more after he bought 2 diamond lined bands to go on each side to "accent it". He spent over $10,000 for just that one finger. That does not include all the other jewelry he bought me. After time I started to realize he was trying to buy me and also my son with posters, toys, clothes, etc.
Well my dog who was banished needed a bath. Took her outside and gave her one. He decided that she needed to get out some energy and lets her off the leash. She starts around and then bolts to my grandmothers house. Now my dog is a good girl but there something between her and Maxie that they just don't get along at all. My Sara attacks my grandmother's dog. Bob goes running and pulls them apart. I did not have the strength because of the broken ribs. Well, my dog almost killed my grandmother's dog. Two months of weekly vet visits, spent 4x a day cleaning and giving med's to my grandmother's dog to get her back to health. $2000+ later her dog is doing just fine.
It just kept getting worse and worse. His daughter no joke called me screaming " You ******* ****. How do you feel living in my mother's house? I don't care if I go to jail. I am coming over right now to kill you *****!". OOOOHHHHHH KKKKKK.. nice this is what I got for bailing her out of jail after beating up her bf and giving her a place to stay, shower, and clothes. I swear that house is cursed for misery because of him. This was something we had a tiff about. He started getting nasty towards my son. I used to call him Storming Norman because you could hear the footsteps as he came through the house. Then he would start yelling at Jman who was just playing a game right after he got home from school. He would take his socks off. Bob would start yelling at him to were they should be. Then he put an alarm clock in front of the tv to remind him of what time he was supposed to feed the animals. He didn't realize also how loud his voice was. Jman would end up crying everyday. He starts up with crap about my son everyday then. I was like WTF, your daughter threatened to kill me and I still fill her fridge each week because she doesn't work, take her in when she needs it and your going to complain about a sock on the floor.
Justino had summer school here in CT all because he scored 1 point to low on a test. He had all 80's and 90's on his report card but because his DRA testing he got a 29 and he had to have a 30 he had to go. I argued with the school etc but they said it state of CT policy. What was I to do. Told ex etc because it was his summer visit.. ie 2 wks on and off that he was going to have to wait until summer school was over to see him unless he wanted to drive up for a weekend. The last week of summer school I called up ex husband because he hand not paid child support since the beginning of the year that if he didn't send it down I could not afford to drive Justino all the way down there. So he got one of his parents to deposit a check to get him just underneath the limit for getting arrested. Well check was only for $1495, but it sent up a red flag with child support enforcement. They put a freeze on the payment. So he had to go show proof etc. I told him that until this was done I could not bring him down. This was a Wed. He got it cleared late Thurs. So Friday morning I brought him down to see his father. When I return home I get the mail. Papers from the court of DE with him saying I was withholding visitation the entire summer and he wanted me to be found in contempt of court order. In the mean time I had just returned from driving 8 hrs and my son was with him. I was not withholding. There was no choice with the summer school. Yes I kept him here 2 days extra but I really could not afford it.
I talked to the court they told me I had no choice but to show in DE even after I showed them proof of everything because ex wouldn't drop the charges. He waited almost 2mths. So I am broken.. broke... and going crazy because of this. The Friday right before hurricane Sandy I begged the court.. They told me I could send in paperwork for a phone trial but it was too late because ex would have to be notified in time. I called ex and begged... he waited until and this is no joke 3:33pm.. The clerk who had been trying to help me called me at 3:43 to tell me he finally dropped the charges. Calls me to tell me his new wife and he were breaking up and was just being an ***. OMG!!!!!!
( As I write this, I just got bad news my mom's best friend is dying right now. They just brought her kids in to say good bye before she goes. Cancer has devoured her entire body. I am tried of cancer and people dying!)
The next thing that went wrong was my sugar started dropping. Had to be taken by ambulance away. 5 Days in the hospital. The nurse wouldn't answer when I would ring to go use the bathroom. So me being stubborn started to get up and unplug the monitors and bring my IV to the bathroom. They would come in yelling at me. I told I was buzzing you for over 30 min wth did you just want me to **** myself. They kept loading me up with all sorts of drugs to keep me sedated.Then on the 5th day I had asked about the iv line. There was a funky bend that was kind of grey. She told me it was fine. Needless to say I had a really bad dream. Jumped up out of bed because I had to go to the bathroom. The iv line broke but I didn't know this. I get out of bed and there is blood all over me, the room, and my bed. The entire room. I start into the bathroom and it's covered in blood. The toilet is filled with blood and the shower is covered. I walk out into the hall (the nurses station you could see from my bed), I asked them if I was dreaming. They come running " no no no it's not. People come running they hold my arm up and clamp the iv. I look back it was like a scene from a Freddy Cruger movie. I lost somewhere between 2-3pints of blood.
I snapped. Got my clothes on and said was leaving. All the nurses and orderlies blocked the doors and wouldn't let me thru. I started to snap going from exit to exit and they wouldn't let me out. Finally I went to the fire door. They tried to block that too. I got pissed and pulled the fire alarm. Then they moved. As I went down the stairwell, I got confronted buy 2-3 guys in police gear. They made me go back up. They refused to let me leave the hospital unless I signed some paper and had a ride that would come up to the floor. This was 4am. Bob came and got me as soon as I called.
Now despite all this I do appreciate him picking me up but he had the nerve that 9am asked why I didn't cook breakfast for him and his father and put out their med's. This went on for a few days. He was coping a fell when ever he could. Got pissed that I wasn't having sex with him. Well you know what I just got out of the hospital ******* leave me alone
Thanksgiving morning I got up at 4am with only 2hrs sleep.Started cooking a meal for over 15 people. Once all was ready about 1-2pm I got ready. My hair is all the way down to my *** so I blow dry it upside down. When I lifted my head up my sugar was gone and my bp dropped. I fell over and landed on my right shoulder on a marble threshold. Dinner I toughed out (but everyone could tell I was in pain) and for the next for days until Sunday I couldn't take it anymore and went to urgent care clinic. They did all sorts of xrays. I broke my clavical bone really good. 3-6mths to heal then I need to do therapy. WTF...
With in the next few days he started getting bitchy more with my son and me. We got into a verbal fight. He tells me if I don't like the way he wants his house to be then get the **** out. Ohhhhh... wrong thing to say to me. I took my rings off and put them on the kitchen table and started packing. Still have things to get from there of Justino's things.
So tired. In pain. Jman was gone for xmas. IT SUCKED.. Other then my family I am alone again. But thankfully I have my son and family.
By:
sasha0309
Age:
36-40
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Female
