Yesterday I went to my house and jr was there. We talked. I took some stuff home...he video taped it all. He told me that the cops had just left. I asked why - he said to report what all I had done to the house. (I took stuff to moms on Sunday - while we're camping there). When I went to the master bathroom - he had pulled out a bunch of stuff from his closet and just trashed his bathroom.
But - we talked. He talked and talked and talked - but never said anything truthful. I said "I'm not taping us - you can tell the truth." but he never did.
So - today I show up to get stuff out of the bedroom. He was talking with someone in there quietly. He wouldn't open the bedroom door. I was calm - knocking asking to be let inside. HE CALLED THE COPS ON ME!!!
So I left the house to wait on the officer. I am sooo glad it was a different officer. This one didnt know my STBFS by name. This one acted human. This one treated me with respect.
But jr told the cop that he was fearful of me and I should have called to let him know I was coming. Sigh. I would go on about all of it...but I'm tired of thinking about it.
Suffice it to say, I told him I'd be home tonight. And tomorrow...and the next day...and the next and he could just expect me from then on.
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