Later that Night
September 09, 2008
When he came home on Monday night, I could tell that he was raring to go for another round. I was in my room, with the door open, working, preparing to teach my two religious school classes that I will be teaching on Tuesday nights. The word scum came out of his mouth, the tape recorder friend came out.
I got up and closed the door, and locked it. I am just not in the mood for this. He cannot make me play.
He did spend the next hour talking my older daughter into needing to take an SAT-prep class, which she does not need. And I heard him yell a few times that I refuse to pay for it.
When I went to say good night to her, she asked me to pay for the SAT-prep class, that she needs it. I just could not listen to her spew out his words. I said I need to go to sleep. And went into my little room, and closed the door.
My other daughter then came in to thank me for stitching up Charles, her Build-a-Bear bear that she and a friend had operated on. She even commented on what a good job I had done. So there was something positive to my day. I can heal a wounded bear; now that is something.
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I have been reading your blog since you commented on a post that I made on BlogHer. I am amazed that you still live with this man.
It is a tragedy for you and your daughters to be treated the way he treats you. Every post, I am looking for you to have a place to yourselves where you can have peace.
I hope the legal stuff is resolved soon.
Posted by: Christine | September 11, 2008 at 04:08 PM
I'm so sorry. I know this sounds trite, and hard to hear, but having been there, it does get better. But you do need to get out as soon as possible. Whatever it takes.
Posted by: April | September 11, 2008 at 10:11 PM
When I started the blog in April, after coming back from a wonderfully relaxing vacation visiting a friend in California (except for the accident in Big Sur), I truly thought that by the summer I would be out and the blog would be about my coming back to myself and discovering myself. I never expected this horror to continue; I never expected to have to write about the Thermostat Wars any more, except in that "haha the things we have lived through" way.
I have contacted a mediator. I have told slime about the mediator (in a note). I have a court date in November. My lawyer wants to prove himself. If nothing happens--Bastard Lawyer here I come! This situation has an expiration date.
Posted by: Laura of Rebellious Thoughts of a Woman | September 12, 2008 at 01:31 PM