He's Back! Listening to Mom's Advice

Are You Trapped in an Unhappy Marriage Because You Believe That You Can’t Afford to Leave?”


I was working at a non-profit social services agency at the time as the Secretary of Social Responsibility. That title still rings in my head for many reasons, but those are for my other blog :-)

One of my departments happened to be Prison Ministries. Go figure! Now, my mother, bless her heart...she gives great advice and maybe one day I'll be smart enough to take it! In the 8 years I worked there, I can't begin to count the number of times she said "Don't take your work home w/you" (referring to the prison ministries dept of course!) If only I'd have listened...famous last words!

Well, it just so happened that he got released from prison & wanted to meet our daughter for the first time.

Off the subject for a moment here.. Can I tell ya? If ever I have another child, under NO circumstances will I allow their father to ever meet them. I'm gonna go to my grave swearing it was either a virginal conception, just as Mary had with Jesus or I went to the "sperm bank and trust" and played "eany meany miney moe". Now I'm NOT saying that there aren't some quality men out there who aren't quality dads. I happen to have a GREAT daddy, wouldn't trade him for the world. My brothers/brothers-in-law are great daddys. I'm just saying that Personally, I CAN'T PICK EM and with the possibility of third child pending - it's in my/their best interest given my track record with the first 2.

Needless to say, I DID bring my work home with me. By the third day, he'd taken over our lives. I still don't know quite how that all happened so quickly, but it did. He was a con man on the top of his game. He'd even gotten the landlord to add him to my lease without my knowledge or permission! I found that out when on day 3 he beat the living hell out of me and I called the cops to remove him. Because it was "his residence" they couldn't. WOW! This was the start of me hating surprises. Calling the police out only pissed him off as he'd just done a nickel and was out on parole. The deputy's advice was to let him sleep it off since apparently he'd found my liquor cabinet while I was at work. I of course asked "can he sleep it off somewhere else??", but because he had a copy of MY lease and his name was on it, that wasn't happening unless he voluntarily left.