Friday, June 23, 2006

Happy Friday do-do-do (me doing the happy Friday dance) !!

Lets see.... I left off at stupid me, taking him back.

A few months later HE decided that WE would quit smoking. Now here I was, about 24 years old and some man was telling me that WE were going to quit smoking. I don't think so. We got into a huge fight and then it happened.....He started hitting me...A lot. Sat on me and just punched me over and over again. I finally got away and went to the neighbors house, but did I call the police and have him arrested NO.....Stupid me. I just called one of my friends who just happened to be a police officer and asked him what I could do. He said that he should come over and arrest him but he would do what I wanted. He also said that I DO NOT want to take the children and go to my parents in California, that would be taking them over the state line and it would be considered kidnapping. I KNEW my X was not that smart so I did the only thing I could do, I called my dad and mom and together (they were divorced at the time) they got airline tickets for me to come out to California to live. You would think that would be the end of the story wouldn't you but NOOOO.

I stayed in California for about 6 months, I found a job there that I liked but when I was laid off and my X calling me constantly to come home I finally caved and went back to Minnesota. I moved into my own apartment with the kids and he "visited". I did not take him back at first but eventually he started spending the night and then eventually he moved in and I got pregnant with my last child. I can honestly say that he never hit me after the first time. What he did was almost worse. It was the mental abuse that started more so then.

He was always putting me down, he was that "man", I would never be anything without him...blah blah blah. The sad thing is, I finally started believing him. He just beat me down and beat me down until there was nothing left.

We decided to move to Wisconsin to raise our children. Minneapolis was just getting to...I don't know....I don't want to say rough or that there were gangs because there are those things all over. But, we decided to move to the country...Or a smaller town and raise our children there, OK, he decided and I of coarse went along with him cause who was I to say that I did not want to go. He made more money than I did so, I quit my job (that I loved) and moved to Wisconsin, away from all my friends and co-workers.

I did not get a job right away in Wisconsin because my youngest was not in school yet and because my X told me that if we moved I would not have to work because he would be making all kinds of money (yeah, right). After my daughter started school I decided that I was sick to death of staying at home all day and I was going to find a job. It took a while but finally I saw an ad in the paper for someone who knew the Twin Cities and could deliver in the afternoon. What a perfect job, I knew the Twin Cities, I grew up there. I went and filled out an application. Had an interview and wa la, I had a job. The only thing I did not think of was, what happens when we get 5 feet of snow on the ground. I did not hardly ever drive in the snow and ice and now, here I was taking a job that included driving in the wintertime. Regardless, I loved the job. At first there were several women working there. I should tell you, this company that I went to work at was called Pro Paint Inc., it is owned by 2 brothers Pat and Mike and I love them both dearly. They mix and deliver automotive paint to body shops etc.

After a few months Pat asked me if I would come "in house" and start doing secretarial work. I thought about it for a while, you see, I loved going out everyday to different body shops, flirting with the boys, having basically my day to myself as long as I got everything delivered. But, eventually I did decide to go inhouse. Well, shortly there after, I found myself being the ONLY girl, the others had quit...So just me and all the boys. Now, I have to tell you that I am a big flirt but also that everyone knew that I was married and I would not cheat on my husband so I was what the call a safe flirt. I had so much fun at work and looked forward to going to work everyday. The boys steadily raised my self esteem and after 7 years of working there I grew balls, that's right GREAT BIG GIANT BALLS! One day my X and I got into an argument and he told me "Why don't I just get the f*** out", I turned to him a simple as I could and said very steadily "Be careful, Be very careful what you wish for, it may come true". After that I think we did not speak to each other for probably 2 weeks (now, don't go awww because this happened several times a year, at least once a month we did not speak to each other for a few days at a time.

So, I let it go for a few weeks and I decide, I am done! I need to get out. And with that.....I will leave you until the next post.

Have a great weekend everyone and thanks for stopping by :)


Caro said...

Big giant balls - mwahahahah.

Weekends Off said...

I am on pins and needles here....

Sparky said...

Haaa,that got me too, big giant balls. LOVE it!

Have a great weekend yourself!

Lainey said...

What a story!

Having been in a similar situation, it's amazing what happens when we get Big Giant Balls and stand up to these meanies!