part 2....
I had told The Boy that if he wanted a relationship with me, that he had to start from scratch. He said he would.
I didn't hear a word from him until right before Christmas, when he started making nice so I would let him come for Christmas break. Everyone knew it wasn't because he wanted to see me. He wanted to see Miss Thang, who he had kept a long distance relationship with. I don't think so. He turned 18 right after Christmas.
Most of 2006 came and went, and I saw him once for a few minutes when Dave would bring Piggy by for visitation. I'd get sporadic phone calls, Miss Thang broke up with me, I'm dating some new girl, graduating in December, going to cooking school, etc. OK, good for you, hope it all works out.
Dave goes to Afghanistan in June, leaving The Boy in the house. Alone. Mostly because I refuse to take him back. Not that Dave asked, just that he already knew I wouldn't. The Boy has a job at McDonalds, Dave sets up the electric bill and the rent and all on auto draft, so all The Boy has to buy is food. He works at McDonalds, for shits sake, and gets food 1/2 off. What a deal for an 18 year old.
In October, he calls me and tells me that some girl he's been seeing, we'll call her Sam, thinks she is pregnant. She JUST turned 17. *sigh* Well, has she taken a pregnancy test? No, she "feels" she is pregnant. OK, how far along could she be here? Well, we just had sex last week.
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Um, did you use a condom? No. But you had sex for the first time last week? Yes. And she "feels" she is pregnant. Yes, her period is 2 days late.
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Well, first of all, go take a pregnancy test, and find out for sure.
If she is pregnant, oh crap.
But if she isn't pregnant, and I suspect she isn't, then #1 she's administering "The Test" to you, basically, "what will he do if I tell him I'm pregnant?" to determine what kind of man you are and #2 for shit's sake, use a condom!!
Ok, we'll get a test. Ok. Two weeks later, I get a phone call, she's not pregnant, and we're getting married next year when she turns 18. Her parents are hillbillys, and Christians, and hick farmers, blah blah blah. I talk to her and she sounds about as smart as a rock. She promises to send pictures. I reiterate to The Boy to use condoms, the last thing you need is to knock this girl up.
You can see where this is going.
He quits his job at McDonald's because it is unsafe, but he friend's dad works at Applebees and can get him a job there.
In November, The Boy's high school calls Dave in Afghanistan and tells him that The Boy has made some threats in school (like "I'ma going to bring one of my Dad's guns to school and kill all you sons a bitches" type threats), and has been expelled.
Dave calls him best friend in New Mexico, and he comes to the house, finds out that The Boy has let 4 of his friends move in, and has been having sex with Sam on Dave's bed. Like we didn't know that was going to happen. So on orders from Dave, the friend throws all The Boy's crap on the lawn and changes the locks, takes the key from The Boy, and leaves.
Understand I am getting all this information through my Mother, who is the only person David will talk to. No one has called me and told me anything except her. David has called to speak to Piggy, but hasn't said a word about it. Still hasn't to this day.
At this point, this is all I know. I call my sister, and advise that if The Boy contacts her to let us (me and Mom) know, because as far as we know, the Boy is now homeless in the Winter. And so much for graduation in December.
I discuss the situation with my husband, and we decide we can't take him in, because of the extremely adverse reaction it would have on my autistic son. We've just got him to the point that he's getting better, he's learning, and through training, we have real hope that he'll be able to make it on his own by the time he's 25. We don't want to now bring The Boy's destructive behavior and compulsive lying back into our home to influence Bryan. The Boy is 18, going to be 19 next month (at the time), whereas Bryan is 13. We have to protect Bryan now. The Boy had his shot, he blew it.
My mother will also not take The Boy in, because of my nephew. He turned out ok, but there was a while there he was living with my mom, and he put her through some crap. So he ruined it for The Boy.
My Sister was never asked, but I doubt she would. I could prolly guilt her into it, since I took my nephew in at one point, but I wasn't going to do that. My opinion is that The Boy screwed up a good thing, and he needs to learn that choices have consequences. Obviously he hadn't learned it from me, maybe he would learn it from Dave.
A month passes, it's now a few weeks before Christmas. The Boy calls me out of the blue and leaves a voice mail. "I'm fine, staying with Sam's parents, you're going to be a grandma, give me a call."
Dave returns home from Afghanistan. He calls my mother and tells her that the police got a search warrant after The Boy made threats, and searched his home while he was away, and thank God he was so meticulous about putting his guns in a locked safe, or shit would have hit the fan. A black man in a very southern state with the arsenal he has would NOT look good.
So I call The Boy back, and Sam is, he says, in fact, pregnant, and is due in August. Her parents have kicked him out when Dave got home, thinking Dave would take him back in, but there is no way, Dave says, after what you've done. So The Boy goes back to the parents house. So I tell him get a job, so you can get the money to move out of there, etc.
A week later, he calls me again, Sam's exboyfriend, Josh, who is in the Army, and stationed in Germany, is on leave and visiting. She has broken up with The Boy and tells him she is going to take the baby to Germany in October, when she turns 18, and live with Josh.
So apparently the wedding is off.
The parents have not kicked him out, and at this point I'm pissed. We have no proof this baby is his, #1. #2, obviously she's mental and he's going to have to get his shit together. I make references to her being a ho and that "If these hicks" (as HE called them) "are going to kick you out, you need money to get a place." I told him if the baby isn't his, he needs to cut and run. As usual, he didn't listen.
He calls me back the next day, and is pissed that I called her a ho and her parents hicks, and proceeds to tell me that "the monster [i] married and divorced [David] told him to do the same thing [cut and run], so since [we] said the same thing, what does that make [me]?"
(In his warped butchering of the language, he was trying to call me a monster without calling me a monster. He learned what happens when he calls me names out right.)
Sam gets on the phone and wants to know where I get off calling her a ho, when I "abandoned [The Boy] thousands of miles away. What kind of mother are you?"
I try to explain first of all, that The Boy is no longer her boyfriend, so why the hell is she talking to me, and then try to explain that the place he is in now is the result of his choices, and that hey, if you're pregnant by your boyfriend, then leave him to screw your exboyfriend, IMO, you're a ho. I calls em like I sees em.
The phones broke up, and after 3 dropped calls during this conversation, I finally give up. He hasn't called since.
Then I get this email last week.
Quote:
Hello i dont know if this is your address still but i
think ill give it a shot any way i dont know what is
true and what is not any more so im going with what i
know and what i think now tell me if im rong. you plan
to take my ex to court and take my child away from her
and me. thats what im told i dont know so i could be
rong. what has happend so far is she has left me you
know this she is also playing a game with my head
trying to make me take her back to only probly leave
me again when he comes back i know this so im not
realy falling for it i hope he comes back drunk off
his ass and beats the mess out of her but thats just
me she has picked up some drug use which i dont know
what kind but i do know that what she is doing when
she is pregnent is also considerd in LA as Child
niglect and cruilty so i tell her docter he takes a
sampal puts it on her fial she is a drug user she has
the baby hoping there is not much rong with it from
her dumb ass drug useing she goes to jail i get the
kid i lafe play and have a marry old time dad knows
this he tells me to wait and see what happens good
thinking but the long i wait the more drugs she puts
in her sistem and the more fucked up in the head my
kid is going to be so thats what i got on my plate so
far and theres more to come from the bad messy life of
justin Jackson cus im joining the army almost there
just need 2 things but the main point of this hole
email is to find out if you are in deed going to try
and take me to court to get my kid cus if you are i
need to start thinking cus i do admit that in a game
like this playing with ppls minds and fucking them
over whith out much knowing you are a vary good
aponent and as soon as you tell me your trying to take
my kid the game begins as you would put it. Now i dont
mean to sound like a dick rood or come off thretaning
or pushy i just want a fast answer and to be for wornd
of what is going to happen.
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I didn't touch that at all, that's how he writes.
My reply:
Quote:
Who told you I was going to try to take you to court
to get the baby away from you?
I'll respond to the rest of this when you answer that.
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