TML and the wagon, and the reason he is on it. I guess is was about a year ago when the incident took place... There was about 2 months or so that he would drink and when he came home grew more aggressive and I expressed this to him. That he was starting to scare me that, that he really need to slow down for all of the million reasons a person needs to get a hold of there drinking. What it all boils down is that he was really starting to scare me. I let his family know, and they just disregard everything that I tell them as me being crazy.
So the incident.. TML came home, just fucked up at 5am. I am sure that I was awake, he starts with his shit and I am sure saying ugly things to me, what they were that I night I don't remember. Then he wake up the kids, then I was irate and just wanting him to either go to sleep or go away. So I send his Mom and Dad a text and told them to either come and get TML or I was going to call the police. So they came and got him and the time in between me sending them and text and the 10 min. it takes for them to get to my house, he punched me in face. I was holding the Fat Baby, and Tarzan was standing with me.
So the weekend passed and no word from TML and not one person from his family called or stopped by to see if the kids or I needed anything. Nor did they ever ask if any of us were ok.
Monday morning and Pablo has taken yet another weekend, more time away from our family to I don't know nurse his never ending hangover. This was it for me... what options did I have, it has gone from verbal abuse, to physical abuse.
So I have to go to work, and I have to take the Fat Baby with me because TML has made it clear that he doesn't like to spend 3 hrs a day helping with TFB. In those 3 hrs, he would go and eat with his family, and his mom would take care of TFB you know so TML could eat and relax some more, get waited on by the maid. Then TFB would take his nap, and so would TML. While TFB was taking a nap, so would TML. He would sleep not contribute anything to helping with anything. He was providing such a luxuries lifestyle god for bid he help with anything.
So I am pretty much a huge push over, and within days TML is back at our lovely apartment and not drinking. So he is mad at me, mad at the kids, and overall just angry. I didn't want him at the house, I wanted him to go to rehab, so he could get help with his emotions and dealing with his with drawls and everything that goes along with recovery. His bullshit, I have kids and a house to take care of, I don't need someone complaining and being mad about everything.
TML started going to the gym and that was fine to help him work out some of the aggression, except the hours he would go, that he couldn't change. TML has nothing to do during the day, except maybe buy beer for the bar, but he had a worker there, and it takes 5 minutes to pay for it.
So I would come home from work, unwind for 2 min. Go get Tarzan, then meeting the demands of my kids, cleaning the house, cooking dinner, buying everything I need for food for the day with the kids under 10 dollars. TML would be at the gym. He would come home around 5 eat dinner, scream at everyone, complain about dinner, be mad because Tarzan doesn't like anything or wasn't hungry, be mad because TFB cries to much. Overall pretty unenjoyable to be around. We did this for about a month, then his brother invited him to Cuba.. I told him to go, I need a break from him. It was a week, that was OK. It was so much easier not to have him around. Not one person was mad at me. So I gave him the money I had saved and told him to have a good time and make sure to bring back something for the kids. He brought Tarzan a baseball, and The Fat Baby moracas, wow.
The week he was gone, he gave me the bar, and that would have been fine if Fabioli would have turned in any of the money that she made. So when TML got back he blamed me, for there not being any money. Not my fault.
The deal with TML and I was that he got to go to Cuba for 7 nights and when he got back I got to go to Vegas for 3 nights. Well he went to Cuba, and I didn't get to go to Vegas. I haven't done anything for myself or had anytime to myself since I had Tarzan, and he is 5 yrs. old.
I am here in the states getting everything together, and things seem to be coming together pretty well.
I need to continue letting things go, even when it isn't easy. I need to keep working on myself.
I am always looking for a job, and I am not finding what I need. I get all weird nervous during the interviews, and I ramble.
So the incident.. TML came home, just fucked up at 5am. I am sure that I was awake, he starts with his shit and I am sure saying ugly things to me, what they were that I night I don't remember. Then he wake up the kids, then I was irate and just wanting him to either go to sleep or go away. So I send his Mom and Dad a text and told them to either come and get TML or I was going to call the police. So they came and got him and the time in between me sending them and text and the 10 min. it takes for them to get to my house, he punched me in face. I was holding the Fat Baby, and Tarzan was standing with me.
So the weekend passed and no word from TML and not one person from his family called or stopped by to see if the kids or I needed anything. Nor did they ever ask if any of us were ok.
Monday morning and Pablo has taken yet another weekend, more time away from our family to I don't know nurse his never ending hangover. This was it for me... what options did I have, it has gone from verbal abuse, to physical abuse.
So I have to go to work, and I have to take the Fat Baby with me because TML has made it clear that he doesn't like to spend 3 hrs a day helping with TFB. In those 3 hrs, he would go and eat with his family, and his mom would take care of TFB you know so TML could eat and relax some more, get waited on by the maid. Then TFB would take his nap, and so would TML. While TFB was taking a nap, so would TML. He would sleep not contribute anything to helping with anything. He was providing such a luxuries lifestyle god for bid he help with anything.
So I am pretty much a huge push over, and within days TML is back at our lovely apartment and not drinking. So he is mad at me, mad at the kids, and overall just angry. I didn't want him at the house, I wanted him to go to rehab, so he could get help with his emotions and dealing with his with drawls and everything that goes along with recovery. His bullshit, I have kids and a house to take care of, I don't need someone complaining and being mad about everything.
TML started going to the gym and that was fine to help him work out some of the aggression, except the hours he would go, that he couldn't change. TML has nothing to do during the day, except maybe buy beer for the bar, but he had a worker there, and it takes 5 minutes to pay for it.
So I would come home from work, unwind for 2 min. Go get Tarzan, then meeting the demands of my kids, cleaning the house, cooking dinner, buying everything I need for food for the day with the kids under 10 dollars. TML would be at the gym. He would come home around 5 eat dinner, scream at everyone, complain about dinner, be mad because Tarzan doesn't like anything or wasn't hungry, be mad because TFB cries to much. Overall pretty unenjoyable to be around. We did this for about a month, then his brother invited him to Cuba.. I told him to go, I need a break from him. It was a week, that was OK. It was so much easier not to have him around. Not one person was mad at me. So I gave him the money I had saved and told him to have a good time and make sure to bring back something for the kids. He brought Tarzan a baseball, and The Fat Baby moracas, wow.
The week he was gone, he gave me the bar, and that would have been fine if Fabioli would have turned in any of the money that she made. So when TML got back he blamed me, for there not being any money. Not my fault.
The deal with TML and I was that he got to go to Cuba for 7 nights and when he got back I got to go to Vegas for 3 nights. Well he went to Cuba, and I didn't get to go to Vegas. I haven't done anything for myself or had anytime to myself since I had Tarzan, and he is 5 yrs. old.
I am here in the states getting everything together, and things seem to be coming together pretty well.
I need to continue letting things go, even when it isn't easy. I need to keep working on myself.
I am always looking for a job, and I am not finding what I need. I get all weird nervous during the interviews, and I ramble.
