But seriously…
I keep running a few thoughts thru my mind. I keep thinking of a time i thought i saw him seated on the train. I believe i was right that it was him.
There was another photo on a local news group i belong to. I have the photo. I think its him.
The other day on that same local group i had to retwatch a video because he was there, again.
Hes out. There’s nothing i can do and if he shows up here, and i call the cops… nothing can be done about any of it, unless he’s harassing me.
I want to move. Not from the area completely but if he doesn’t know where i live, my anxiety will be less.
This is ruining me. I only come here to vent about it so i don’t bother anyone else w it but i am scared and tired.
Nah. Let me rephrase… if it was just me, i wouldn’t be either, but none of this at all has anything to do w how he treated me. It used to. Now I’m just mad. And at myself for tolerating it. This is about our child.
The one he abandoned and neglected and discarded like a piece of trash since shes been born.
its about How much she’s finally stopped talking about him almost… nearly completely. She doesn’t really remember much, anymore.
And thats healthy healing. Shes always gonna want him but facts are he didn’t want her and he chose drugs over her. He can’t take care of himself but can buy two motorcycles… if he did in fact buy them. Which i find hard to believe he didn’t just worm his way into her account and get them.
The dish had one, he had two…
Green kowasaki and a harley….
Which thinking back he probably bought from miller… who hated me anyway. Zero fux.
But Now when our girl asks, i can be honest in telling her i sincerely don’t know.
I can imagine a few places he may be. Maybe she dropped charges or was a no show. Maybe hes back w her living at her home on crawford.
The altercation that sent him to jail was there, i just don’t have the details.
They also doesn’t know i know where they’ve been staying. You can’t hide those details anymore.
That fake username still cracks me tf up tho. Anyway…
Or hes back at his family home. But w his sister and her kids, just not sure how thats all working out.
The home only had 3 bedrooms.
Oooor hes in a halfway recovery house somewhere close to here which is why i keep seeing him everywhere.
As long as he stays away from her, idgaf. If he marches past daily.
Or hes working that fireworks tent again. Either way hes not paying support because the dr excused him. Would love to know who but i think its that stupid, manipulated psychiatrist he probably talks to once a month.
Anyway, tonight my son is staying at my moms for some one on one time. At least his dad is in the picture. Well. Not with me tho.
We agreed he would have physical custody so he wouldn’t have to go to a new school and new environment for him but dude holds it over my head like its because I’m crazy.
My son is finally finding out that I’m not. I try to hold my tongue but i do vent to my mom but sometimes she needs to keep shut because she will then say things she probably shouldn’t to our son.
Its no secret my mom hates his dad but has made it very clear she loves her only grandson. I just feel she shouldn’t have said it at all.
Shes mad at all the lying that was done about me in court
Water. Bridge… yep.