It wasn't funny at the time, (when my kiddo told me what was going on with the ex, including his death
threats to my son, if he "said anything to us." He was going to "Send Mexican Illegals to kill us) but well, he was trying to stop drinking by drinking Nyquil at times! Like a bottle a night sometimes!
I was thinking, "No, doofus, you need DAYQUIL." I was also thinking "I am sure I could travel to my ex's house, with an unregistered and serialized gun" and we could have a "fight" and I could "shoot him dead in self-defense." The husband maintains I would never have gotten through the trial but I BET YOU I would have. I was pretty mad. It took like, the husband pointing out that me actually killing the ex would have a poor effect on the kid regardless. I was like, "Yeah... shame. Still, maybe he is drinking Nyquil RIGHT NOW, A girl can dream."
So yeah, like we just peacefully waited for the Mexican contract killers, but I wasn't really holding my breath. As I pointed out to my kid, "Honey, that is a lot easier to say than do." In court (via phone) the ex said he never said it. I bet he had ingested too much Nyquil and crack to remember.
So yeah, now it's kind of funny. That was a rough period in my life. The husband decided to let the kid drive on the open road to help him feel better and I was like, "GACK!!!! DUDE!!!!!!! We are paying HUGE sums of money to like try to get the kid away from his insane FATHER and a parental severance, do you want to be the INSANE STEPFATHER in jail? WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?????????"
I was so mad, thank god I was in DBT at that time. I had to text my DBT therapist about what happened and ALSO how I wanted to now kill the ex AND my current husband."
She was so great at texts. She texted back, "Can you radically accept that you live in a world filled with idiots, because apparently you are going to have to."
LOL. I'm serious I have relatives that make me look sane.... Until you think about the fact it's the ones I CHOSE to affiliate myself with. OMG. My kid is the only sane person in my life. Crap.
OMG. I gotta get up and than means more abx for the bladder infection keeping me here, typing this, I hope the husband does NOT think he is returning home to a warm and welcoming vagina because he is NOT. This one is Out of Order.
Sorry, but only for that last part. The rest stands.
Anna
