Messages By: anakinkc

Hi--This brings back memories from years ago  when I married someone that I did not love, however,  I was pregnant and then had no choice in the matter.  My family made it for me.   I cried through the entire ceremony, and then for weeks after.  The man would not work.  I gave birth to a son, that he never really  held  or feed at all.  We had no money, so i went to work within two weeks of giving birth.  At that time I was lucky enough to have found a baby sitter in the area with good references, but I had to take my son to her house.  I had to walk there and then take a bus to work.  We had a car, but I did not drive and my husband said I could not use it even if I did.  As time passed, I refused to give him any money that i had earned, as there were bills to pay and I had to pay the sitter, who was very good with my son.  However, she moved away and I had to find someone else.  My husband did get a job, but quit within a month saying that he had a heart problem and was not capable of working any more.   I could not trust him with my son, and one of my best friends offered to babysit at my house.  She would get a ride over every day and leave when I got home.  My son was being cared for very well.  No diaper rash, always bathed and feed, ready for bed by the time I got home.   One day I came home from work very early and very sick,  to my shock I found her in my robe, and my husband in bed.  They had been having an affair all the time I was working.   I , of course,  put a stop to everything right there, even though I could not stand the man I was married to, and I lost my friend in the process.  I never knew what she saw in him after knowing how he treated me and my son.  He threatened me with a shotgun, and promised to kill me if I touched my son and tried to leave.  Lucky for me he drank, and passed out.  I grabbed my boy and left in the very cold and snowy night, with only a couple of bottles for him and some diapers.  I could not get to my money because he was in that room with the shot gun.  I found an all night donut shop and went in to sit.  Someone gave me coffee and food and let me take care of my son for a couple of hours , until the morning crowd bagan to arrive.  I left and walked for a few miles to anither friends house.  After some sleep, I called the police, went back to the house and gathered up what I needed only for the baby.   I never looked back, got a divorce, refused any child support with the condition that he never try to see my son, {at that time the judge had no problem doing this}.   His claim to this was that I never gave him  any real love or support, and that he had to turn to other girls to have his sex life taken care of.   My providing him with a in house baby sitter was right up his alley, and he never had to leave the comfort of home? to find what he needed.  He did thank me for that.    ps.   he had never seen his son in over 30 yars, so different day --- same creeps.