My Fourth Marriage ~ Part Two

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So here we are at the point where DBY has done his jumping on the bed and where do we go from there? Yes, his drinking had become an issue. He drank a little most nights but occasionally he would drink way too much, and we would usually end up having a problem of some kind. I remember we even sought counseling, but DBY felt I was being fake and not being honest. I had taken this very seriously and was being honest. Why could he never believe me? He would go about three months or so without drinking heavily then he'd go on a bender. I took my daughter several times and we would leave. He always made out like it was my fault and if I hadn't left......yeah. It took several instances for me to finally realize that it just wasn't going to work for us. To me he liked his drinking more than he liked our marriage. So, it was decided that we were through and my daughter and I started to move our things out of the house. I couldn't afford to keep the house, and I got another care out of the deal. One day my daughter and I were finishing up and packing some things. She was in her room, and I was in the bedroom he and I had shared packing a box I had on the bed with my back to the door. He had been wondering around the house and suddenly I heard at the door to our room. Next, I heard a gunshot-- loud, right behind me. I turned to see him with a rifle in his hand pointed right at me. The gun had misfired. Unbeknownst to me my daughter and ran out of the house, went to the 7-11 across the alley and had called the police. No, I didn't press charges. Why? Because at that point I wanted him out of my life and I knew that if I did charge him, he would be hateful and life would be awful. Instead, I moved my daughter and I to a small apartment and got on with my life. I thought that with time he would get on with his. But the phone calls started. One night after he had hung up and I thought we were done for the night I heard screeching tires and knew he had turned down the road that my apartment was on. He parked haphazardly and started rapping on the door, yelling. He went around to the back and did the same. I called the police. Five cop cars showed up in just a few minutes. They handcuffed him and took him away. I thought I was done with it for the night and went back to bed. About a half an hour later the phone rang. I saw by the phone ID it was from the jail. I got a restraining order. One day I came home from work and there was a voice message on the phone. It was him. "Do you want to die?" By the horrible hoarse voice I could tell he was drinking very heavily. At some point he got interested in someone else and left me alone. Ten years went by. My daughter and I saw him around town occasionally. One day out of the blue he called. I was curious and so I picked up the call. He was timid and sheepish, not saying much. He finally came down to it. He wanted to apologize. I listened and could tell he was contrite and it was heartfelt. He could be such a nice guy when he wasn't drinking. I hope he has found someone and is happy. I haven't seen his truck around anymore, and I wonder about him sometimes but I don't reach out.