3 generations under one roof

Yesterday (10/27)I got the envelope, which envelope you may ask. My ex-husband had been stopping by a few times a week for the past month for this envelope. What was so important with this one envelope? It contained his driver’s license. Before I share what I did with this envelope let me take you back in time to June 30, 2005. I considered my marriage over that day. I have changed the names of my family within this blog for valid reasons, but it is truthful to the best of my knowledge.

It was a beautiful summer day, and it was our youngest son’s last day of an extended school year. My plans were to clean up and have a little celebration dinner that night at our youngest Jimmy was finishing sixth and seventh grades at once. My husband of nineteen years told me he most likely would not be home until late as he was taking off with friends from work. I asked if Nita would be there, and he replied that he thought she might be there. I had long suspected and often asked if something were going on between the two of them, he assured me it was platonic before this day.  

I took the gamble once more and asked the question that had been on my mind for at least 9 months. Yes, I had asked it often but today thing were different. When I asked if they were more then just friend my husband answered yes! While my mouth was hanging open he said ‘Annie I love you and her both. If something happened to both of you at the same time I’d have trouble deciding who to help first.’ floored numb and not thinking to clearly I plotted my next move.

No clue what possessed me, but I asked to go with them that day. In my mind, I thought perhaps he would be comparing us both, but I wanted to see if this was a shared affair, did she love him or what he just in a delusional phase. He is a bipolar, and i know sometimes he was delusional.  

We stopped at a bar, and had a few drinks and she took off on a motorcycle with someone she had picked up in the bar. We followed in her car, I did not realize how drunk he was until we were hitting 90 on back roads that had so many curves the teenagers call it a rollercoaster. When we arrived safely, I knew I was not getting back into that car with him.

We had stopped at a swimming hole and the next series of events are what changed my life forever. This will tell you why I made the desion to be a single mom.

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