When I said before that Fireman did not move to my new location with me, there was a bit more to it. Of course it was alcohol induced. We both drank and got into a huge fight. I left with my son to a friend’s house for the night and had a good time without him. When I came back home I went back to bed for a few hours, cuz you know, hangover. When I woke up his mom and uncle were there loading all his shit up into their cars. He had enough. As did I. I was tired of the whole fucking thing.
He barely worked and paid his half of the bills and food. Never got anything for our son and was, to me, a lazy sack of monkey shit that I couldn’t take any more. He is whiny too.
So with the help of friends my son and I moved. Actually, my ex-husband that I’m still friends with came down at the last-minute and helped us load up the U-Haul along with a few friends. My girlfriend, Dancer, and I shared the truck since she just so happened to be moving in the same direction as me, but a 45 minute exit before mine. I am very lucky to have the few, but spectacular friends in my life.
I really enjoyed being alone and it just being me and my beautiful son. I had less stress and less of a shit mess to clean up all the time. I felt renewed. Meanwhile Fireman did home improvements at his mom’s basically rent free, albeit miserable as he should have been. He did however get some other things in his life straightened out. Things that have nothing to do with me like his DUI class and getting the child support for his other kids straightened out. We talked every day, but it took about 2 months before we finally got to more of an understanding with each other. We had visited each other a couple of times during that 3 1/2 month period and at one point I gave him an ultimatum. Get your shit together, move here with us or we’re done. I’m not “taking a break” for 6 months or a year. Fuck that! So, he did just that. I made him clean house until he got a job. I gave him 1 week to do that. He did get a decent paying job in less than a week and is like the new and improved Fireman.
There are still a few tweaks each of us are making here and there. I only drink 1ce a week on Friday or Saturday and try to understand his side of things and he does the same while keeping up with his half of the house work and actually buying groceries. He got his first full paycheck recently and seeing that made him feel better about himself and has taken a renewed pride in his life. It’s nice to see.
So that, my friends is the story.
P.S. I tried to put some funny pictures in here, but WP won’t let me for some reason so no pretty pictures for you!