Post by Jr. on Feb 25, 2005 15:01:36 GMT -5
Well, what a fantasically insane month this has been for me. I swear you could make a movie out of it. I am so full of hate it's coming out of my ears!!!! Here's why! =D This is a LONG story by the way so don't say I didn't warn you. I'm also a lousy story teller. It all started about six days after I left SKU...
I came home from work and went through my normal routine that I go through everyday and when it was time I go out and meet my little boy at the bus stop. While waiting there I begin to feel a little strange and then the next thing I know, I'm standing there looking around and seeing my son's bus facing the wrong direction on the road. MY son's bus stops at my stop and then makes one more stop further down the road. It then has to turn around and come back because my road has no outlet. The bus driver is not allowed to let kindergardners off the bus without a parent or guardian there to get them. So apparently I missed his bus the first time it came down the street? No. The last bus stop is in plain sight of where my front porch is. I wait on the porch until I see his bus and then go to the street to meet it. I should also clarify that there are bushes in front of the porch blocking the view of the street. So, anyway, I am squinting to see the bus number because I have yet to realize that I am no longer wearing my glasses. My head also hurt really bad. Getting it yet? Yes, I blacked out!!! My son came up to me saying that I was late. I apparently blacked out, fell, broke my glasses and my head (ten staples =D ), and was still out cold when his bus arrived. The driver, not being able to see me through the bushes, continued on and then stopped again on his way out. Seeing me stumble around, he recognized me and let my son off the bus. Upon returning to the porch, I see a nice sized pool of blood from where I cracked my head. I was very confused. Keep in mind that I have no recollection of falling or getting back up at this time. I have no idea what happened. I go inside with my son and go to the bathroom and look in the mirror. Then I saw it! Blood all on the side of my face and neck. That's when I started freaking out. I reached to touch the back of my head where it hurt and my hand was then covered in blood. I grabbed a towel and placed it over the wound and then phoned my wife. Why didn't I dial 911? I don't know! I should have, but I had no idea what was going on. So I tell my wife to come home and then I realize at that point that I don't have my glasses on. I go and find that they are broken on the ground. I am just freaking out more and more as time presses on. My wife comes home, we go to the hospital and the put ten staples into the back of my head. I haven't found out yet, exactly why I passed out, but it's under investigation with my doctors. I missed a week of work and at least I have an interesting enough story to tell for my return right?
GOD: Wrong! Your story will be much more interesting than that. MWAHAHAHA! XD
And now for why I am brimming over with hate. It's three days after I return to work and have my staples removed. It's around 9:30pm EST and I am getting ready for bed when the phone rings. It's my mother telling my wife, then me that my son's paternal grandmother just called wanting to speak with me. I immediatly turn white!! NO NO NOOOOOOOOO! >_<
[explanation]
My wife is not my son's mother. His mother hasn't seen him for about three years now. After about two years of battling in court I was able to achieve full custody after what that [expletive deleted] did to him. Lots of neglect and fun stuff like that. We got him evaluated immediatly after we got him when he was 18 mon. He had motor skills of a 6 mon. That was his best attribute all his other skills were much worse. He couldn't even sit up on his own yet.
After court was completed, she visited for a few months and then after a few arguments over why she so damn stupid, she disappears. A support order was issued against her, not that it mattered since she didn't work. Did I mention that she has another child with a new guy and now they are having problems too?
Not that it's my problem either.
The fun has been going on since 1998 when my son was born. I broke it off with her a few weeks before she was due. I know I suck for doing that, but after talking it over with my mother, she told me that I should tell her now rather than wait until she has the baby and thinks that I'm going to be there with her. So I did. That day pretty much sucked. Then the lies began.
There are too many for me to count, but she then after being dumped was scorned and began making up stories about what I've done and even threatened to sue me for rape. She said that I gave her AIDS. She was the first girl I have ever been with so if anyone gave anyone AIDS, she gave them to me. I don't have AIDS thankfully, although I was kinda freaked out after that.
She told me she was 18 when we met. I was 16. Then after this all went down, she revealed that she was younger than me. She was 16 when we met too. Just turned 16. So how was she going to sue me for rape when there is no way to prove it and it can't be statutory since we were both the same age.
Did I mention that my son is scarred from the diuaper rash he had from being in the same soiled diaper all day? Why did I let this go on? Well, I knew things weren't exactly "Brady Bunch" at her house, but I had no idea things were that bad. When I got him on very rare occaisons, he would smell bad and his clothes wouldn't be clean, but I gave her the benefit of the doubt. Children Services took him from the home and placed him with me when he was 18 mon. So I'm not sure if I left any details out, but in the end, after many rejections, she gave in to supervised visitations at my discretion. Meaning I decide when and where. Then about three years ago, she just disappeard from our lives. Everything was peaceful in my world. Things began to make sense again. Then Feb.24th happened:
[/explanation]
The rest is explained in the next post!!
I came home from work and went through my normal routine that I go through everyday and when it was time I go out and meet my little boy at the bus stop. While waiting there I begin to feel a little strange and then the next thing I know, I'm standing there looking around and seeing my son's bus facing the wrong direction on the road. MY son's bus stops at my stop and then makes one more stop further down the road. It then has to turn around and come back because my road has no outlet. The bus driver is not allowed to let kindergardners off the bus without a parent or guardian there to get them. So apparently I missed his bus the first time it came down the street? No. The last bus stop is in plain sight of where my front porch is. I wait on the porch until I see his bus and then go to the street to meet it. I should also clarify that there are bushes in front of the porch blocking the view of the street. So, anyway, I am squinting to see the bus number because I have yet to realize that I am no longer wearing my glasses. My head also hurt really bad. Getting it yet? Yes, I blacked out!!! My son came up to me saying that I was late. I apparently blacked out, fell, broke my glasses and my head (ten staples =D ), and was still out cold when his bus arrived. The driver, not being able to see me through the bushes, continued on and then stopped again on his way out. Seeing me stumble around, he recognized me and let my son off the bus. Upon returning to the porch, I see a nice sized pool of blood from where I cracked my head. I was very confused. Keep in mind that I have no recollection of falling or getting back up at this time. I have no idea what happened. I go inside with my son and go to the bathroom and look in the mirror. Then I saw it! Blood all on the side of my face and neck. That's when I started freaking out. I reached to touch the back of my head where it hurt and my hand was then covered in blood. I grabbed a towel and placed it over the wound and then phoned my wife. Why didn't I dial 911? I don't know! I should have, but I had no idea what was going on. So I tell my wife to come home and then I realize at that point that I don't have my glasses on. I go and find that they are broken on the ground. I am just freaking out more and more as time presses on. My wife comes home, we go to the hospital and the put ten staples into the back of my head. I haven't found out yet, exactly why I passed out, but it's under investigation with my doctors. I missed a week of work and at least I have an interesting enough story to tell for my return right?
GOD: Wrong! Your story will be much more interesting than that. MWAHAHAHA! XD
And now for why I am brimming over with hate. It's three days after I return to work and have my staples removed. It's around 9:30pm EST and I am getting ready for bed when the phone rings. It's my mother telling my wife, then me that my son's paternal grandmother just called wanting to speak with me. I immediatly turn white!! NO NO NOOOOOOOOO! >_<
[explanation]
My wife is not my son's mother. His mother hasn't seen him for about three years now. After about two years of battling in court I was able to achieve full custody after what that [expletive deleted] did to him. Lots of neglect and fun stuff like that. We got him evaluated immediatly after we got him when he was 18 mon. He had motor skills of a 6 mon. That was his best attribute all his other skills were much worse. He couldn't even sit up on his own yet.
After court was completed, she visited for a few months and then after a few arguments over why she so damn stupid, she disappears. A support order was issued against her, not that it mattered since she didn't work. Did I mention that she has another child with a new guy and now they are having problems too?
Not that it's my problem either.The fun has been going on since 1998 when my son was born. I broke it off with her a few weeks before she was due. I know I suck for doing that, but after talking it over with my mother, she told me that I should tell her now rather than wait until she has the baby and thinks that I'm going to be there with her. So I did. That day pretty much sucked. Then the lies began.
There are too many for me to count, but she then after being dumped was scorned and began making up stories about what I've done and even threatened to sue me for rape. She said that I gave her AIDS. She was the first girl I have ever been with so if anyone gave anyone AIDS, she gave them to me. I don't have AIDS thankfully, although I was kinda freaked out after that.
She told me she was 18 when we met. I was 16. Then after this all went down, she revealed that she was younger than me. She was 16 when we met too. Just turned 16. So how was she going to sue me for rape when there is no way to prove it and it can't be statutory since we were both the same age.
Did I mention that my son is scarred from the diuaper rash he had from being in the same soiled diaper all day? Why did I let this go on? Well, I knew things weren't exactly "Brady Bunch" at her house, but I had no idea things were that bad. When I got him on very rare occaisons, he would smell bad and his clothes wouldn't be clean, but I gave her the benefit of the doubt. Children Services took him from the home and placed him with me when he was 18 mon. So I'm not sure if I left any details out, but in the end, after many rejections, she gave in to supervised visitations at my discretion. Meaning I decide when and where. Then about three years ago, she just disappeard from our lives. Everything was peaceful in my world. Things began to make sense again. Then Feb.24th happened:
[/explanation]
The rest is explained in the next post!!
