Women's Liberation did the women of this country no favors. If you want to make yourself really crazy just go out there and try to meet a real gentleman. It's not going to happen. They say (whoever 'they' are) that we only confused men by burning our bras. Well, I never burned MY bra. All I ever wanted out of the deal was equal pay for equal work.
Sounds reasonable right? I guess not. In order to get equal pay I had to do a man's job, and do it better than the men. I drove a truck for 25 years. When I started there were no women's bathrooms in most of the truck stops, that's how long ago it's been. Things have come a long way in the industry since then, but prople's moral standards have gone in the toilet. It seems that women are just as guilty as men in this area.
As the years went on I became more and more of a hermit. When I did finally find someone I thought I could trust and finally let him into my life, everything was fine as long as I could work. While we ran team he got to sleep till noon and by then most fo the real work was done...he loved it. He even got to take time off when he wanted to for personal pursuits and the pay checks still came in because I always made sure the freight was delivered on time. I wasn't allowed to talk on the radio or have any friends, but at least I wasn't alone, right?
There finally came a time, after we'd been together for several years, that I got sick and stayed sick. During the time we were together he had been getting meaner and meaner, but, hey, at least I wasn't alone anymore, right?...When I got sick, (it turned out to be TB of all things) he just kept getting meaner and meaner. When he was home he still wanted to be waited on hand and foot, meals cooked, and for me to clean up after him, no matter HOW sick I was. After all the years that I took care of him, (I never got to keep any of my own pay it went to bills.) it was time for him to step up to the plate. He put just enough money in the bank to cover groceries for when he was home, (and he was home a lot) and about half of the utilities.
Sooooo, I took a job at home on the computer and made just enough to cover the balance of the bills and that worked out just fine right up until I got so sick I ended up in the hospital. That's when they discovered the TB. Oh joy.
Have you ever known anyone to be cruel to someone in the hospital? Well, you're hearing about it now. When I got to come home he still expected me to wait on him...I was on so many drugs that I didn't even know my own name half the time, but he still wanted me to wait on him.
By this time I had been trying to get him to leave for at least a year but he just wouldn't go. Instead, he'd changed jobs so he could be closer to home and torture me even more than he had before....no he never hit me...even he wasn't THAT stupid. I just kept thinking that there must be something wrong with me that a man would do me this way, and that I should try harder. And I did, right up until the day he got arrested for drug possession in another state. (Well, THAT explains a lot!) But silly me, I really thought he'd been set up and felt sorry for him and even tho I was completely done with him, I bent over backwards, and with the help of his friend we got him out. I should have left him there.
When he got back I told him that I was done and that I wanted him to pack up and go right NOW. (there's a witness to this part) HE JUST WOULD NOT LEAVE. And I'm not big enough to have made him go. I thought maybe he would be nicer, because of all I'd gone thru to help him, but I was wrong.
It became obvious that if I was going to save my sanity and my health that I was going to have to run away from MY OWN HOUSE. So being the idiot that I am, I made a deal with him..."you can stay here for a few months as long as you pay your own utilities and phone and fix up a few of the things you've been neglecting for the past few years, no women, no parties, no drugs." I felt sorry for him, he said he had no place to go (a lie) and that he agreed to my terms.
We all know what happened next don't we? He was really mad because I wouldn't tell him where I was going, so he promptly got unemployment, which is more than my disability, and got involved with a woman who had already been in jail on drug charges and moved her into my house (which they proceeded to trash) and from what I hear started selling drugs. OUT OF MY HOUSE!!! Keep in mind that the utilities and phone were being drafted out of my bank account, so I didn't even have money to eat on most of the time, but that was fine with him, he was after all that he could get.
By the time I found out what he was doing and who he was doing it with and where he was doing it, I was well over feeling sorry for him. I called and told him that I would be down the next weekend with the police to make sure he and his ... were removed from my house. And then I promptly hurt my back by picking up a log for the fire wrong and couldn't move for several days...lol...I was like a turtle on it's back, everything moved but it wasn't going anywhere!
So when he and his... left they took all of his things and a lot of my things and totally trashed my house...I may even post a picture or two.
And you know what? There's nothing I can do. Oh, I have a restraining order, and signed an affidafit that makes it criminal trespass if he ever comes here again, but that's all. The police say he had permission to be here so there's nothing they can do...and the vultures keep circling...just waiting for me to be gone so they can come back and steal the rest of my things and tear up my house some more. The police keep saying that they'll catch them, but a loaded gun is a good idea. (no problem there, but it's no help if I have to go to the grocery store)
If confronted, I'd be willing to bet that he'd swear that he would never do that, break in and steal from me I mean, but the reason for the affidafit was because he did exactly that. He broke into the tool shed, but not the house.(the locks have been changed...twice) And he wore he'd never do ANY of the things he DID do.
Now for you guys out there who've been burned, I understand that it can get bad, but please, do you REALLY think that you're the only ones that get taken to the cleaners?
