confusedasusual
01-09-2008, 09:14 PM
Hi...I've been lurking on the board for a few days now and wanted to introduce myself. I've read so much on this board and the insight and support here is unbelievable. It's just what I was needing.
My husband was arrested 12/29/07 for DV. He is an active alcoholic and crack addict and things have not been good for several years. He has lost jobs over his addictions, spent time in rehab that our church paid for, been kicked out of the house, etc. I had seen this coming for the last couple of months. I kicked him out in July and allowed him to come back in September. He did pretty well for a while and started to slip back into his old patterns about a month or so later. He started drinking and doing the crack again. Started spending money that we couldn't afford on it. Started going out til all hours of the night. Started raising hell with me because the house wasn't clean enough for him. I told him repeatedly that come 12/26 I would have no choice...if he raised his hand to me I would call the cops.
On 12/28 a roller coaster ride from hell started. I had laid down on the couch for a few minutes to rest. He came home from work and started moving furniture out of my office so he could lay some hardwood flooring. He got pissed because I wasn't back there helping him move furniture. I had already cleaned most of the stuff out of the room and wasn't back there with him. He came into the living room and started cussing me. (That was his favorite thing to do....pick a fight with me and then he could be justified in going out and getting high and drunk and being gone most of the night). He ended up leaving and came back a little while later. I could tell that he was on crack and told him he needed to leave. He left and came back again. I called him on his cell and he said he was going to sleep out in his workshop. I tried to get him to just go but he refused. At 5:30 the next morning he came in screaming at the top of his voice and woke me and 2 of my 3 children up. He was mad cuz he had misplaced his cell. When he finally found it we all went back to sleep. He didn't get up until 7 that evening. When he did he was friendly but I didn't want to have anything to do with him. He left for a while again and came back.
As much as I despise alcohol and can smell it a mile away it never entered my mind that he had been drinking. My oldest and youngest got into an argument over a video game. He came into the living room and started yelling at them. I told him he needed to stop screaming and told my oldest to go to her room. She got an attitude and refused to go. I walked her to her room and told him that he needed to stop yelling so much at the kids. My daughter started screaming that she hated him from her bedroom and he went to her room. I heard him spanking her and she screamed 'my back!'. He said "fuck your back! I don't give a fuck about your back". He came back to the kitchen where I was and I told him he was never to use that word with the kids ever again. He started screaming at me and came at me. He grabbed my throat and was choking me as he was knocking me to the ground. His nephew was here and came and grabbed him off me. He kept saying he was going to 'choke me out' and he would rather do 5 years from killing me than spend another week with me. I told him that was fine, just leave. Get out. Do whatever you have to do get your shit and go! He started saying he was going to take me out. I said no, you're not. He came at me again and did the same thing. This time he had his knee on my shoulder. His nephew pulled him off again. He started pacing and wound up grabbing his coat and keys and left. My oldest daughter called my brother, who called my dad. I was shaking and not sure what to do next. I knew that if I called the cops his probation would be violated. My brother called my dad and dad called me. I was on the phone with my dad when my daughter called me to the bathroom. She had a welp from the belt that ran from her armpit to her hip. I flipped out and told my dad what I saw and that I had to call 911.
The cops took forever to get here, like 20 minutes. As the cop was in my living room talking to me he asked who drove a mustang. There was a car turning around in my driveway. I told him I had no idea. Next thing I know there's a man walking up my driveway and I couldn't tell who it was cuz it was so dark. Next thing I know my dad is here. The cop's partner came and told me that all I had to do was call when he came back. They had asked for my DL....my husband had taken it along with 2 blank checks.
The cops left and the entire house was on pins and needles. It was late....after midnight and the kids were bouncing off the walls. A couple of times I thought I heard his truck and got really scared. I started cleaning (of all things) and had started the dishwasher. My daughter was on the couch and saw the headlights first. My dad grabbed his coat and ran out the door. I grabbed my cell and called 911 back.
My dad stood at the top of my front porch steps and wouldn't let him in. My husband was saying that we just had a disagreement and all he wanted to do was come inside to put his coat up. My dad told him to hand over my DL. At that time the cops pulled up. They parked in the street and ran up my driveway (I was impressed...my driveway is really steep!) and took him down on my front steps.
I haven't heard from him since he was arrested. He called me the next day but I refused the call. I called the jail trying to find out what they charged him with but they have a policy against that. If I want to find out for sure I have to go to the jail. No thanks! I opened a letter addressed to him from an attorney and it had the charges listed in there...battery under the FVA and cruelty to children.
I have been in contact with the DA's ofc and am trying to reach the Victim's Advocate in my county. I have found an attorney that will do my divorce for me so as soon as my taxes are back I'll be sending him a check. It will be hard to make it but I have been working on a plan to get out of this situation for 3 years now. It has taken a long time to get here but I know that we are going to be ok. I have faith that God is going to carry me through and won't let me down.
My kids are the ones I"m concerned about. They are 11, 5, and 4. My son (the 4 y/o) idolizes his daddy. He told me last night that he wanted me to call the police and just tell them that daddy is sorry and he won't do it again. What the hell? Why does my son know the words already? My 5 y/o is daddy's little girl and she cries for him every night. My 11 y/o is not his daughter but she has considered him to be her daddy for 6 years now. She understands a lot more than I like but she knows this is for the best. I will be getting them into counseling and we are going back to church on a regular basis like we were doing.
Anyway, there's lots more I could write but this is really long. I was in a DV situation w/ my 11 y/o's sperm donor. I think I'll just become a nun this time or something. Apparently I suck at picking men!
My husband was arrested 12/29/07 for DV. He is an active alcoholic and crack addict and things have not been good for several years. He has lost jobs over his addictions, spent time in rehab that our church paid for, been kicked out of the house, etc. I had seen this coming for the last couple of months. I kicked him out in July and allowed him to come back in September. He did pretty well for a while and started to slip back into his old patterns about a month or so later. He started drinking and doing the crack again. Started spending money that we couldn't afford on it. Started going out til all hours of the night. Started raising hell with me because the house wasn't clean enough for him. I told him repeatedly that come 12/26 I would have no choice...if he raised his hand to me I would call the cops.
On 12/28 a roller coaster ride from hell started. I had laid down on the couch for a few minutes to rest. He came home from work and started moving furniture out of my office so he could lay some hardwood flooring. He got pissed because I wasn't back there helping him move furniture. I had already cleaned most of the stuff out of the room and wasn't back there with him. He came into the living room and started cussing me. (That was his favorite thing to do....pick a fight with me and then he could be justified in going out and getting high and drunk and being gone most of the night). He ended up leaving and came back a little while later. I could tell that he was on crack and told him he needed to leave. He left and came back again. I called him on his cell and he said he was going to sleep out in his workshop. I tried to get him to just go but he refused. At 5:30 the next morning he came in screaming at the top of his voice and woke me and 2 of my 3 children up. He was mad cuz he had misplaced his cell. When he finally found it we all went back to sleep. He didn't get up until 7 that evening. When he did he was friendly but I didn't want to have anything to do with him. He left for a while again and came back.
As much as I despise alcohol and can smell it a mile away it never entered my mind that he had been drinking. My oldest and youngest got into an argument over a video game. He came into the living room and started yelling at them. I told him he needed to stop screaming and told my oldest to go to her room. She got an attitude and refused to go. I walked her to her room and told him that he needed to stop yelling so much at the kids. My daughter started screaming that she hated him from her bedroom and he went to her room. I heard him spanking her and she screamed 'my back!'. He said "fuck your back! I don't give a fuck about your back". He came back to the kitchen where I was and I told him he was never to use that word with the kids ever again. He started screaming at me and came at me. He grabbed my throat and was choking me as he was knocking me to the ground. His nephew was here and came and grabbed him off me. He kept saying he was going to 'choke me out' and he would rather do 5 years from killing me than spend another week with me. I told him that was fine, just leave. Get out. Do whatever you have to do get your shit and go! He started saying he was going to take me out. I said no, you're not. He came at me again and did the same thing. This time he had his knee on my shoulder. His nephew pulled him off again. He started pacing and wound up grabbing his coat and keys and left. My oldest daughter called my brother, who called my dad. I was shaking and not sure what to do next. I knew that if I called the cops his probation would be violated. My brother called my dad and dad called me. I was on the phone with my dad when my daughter called me to the bathroom. She had a welp from the belt that ran from her armpit to her hip. I flipped out and told my dad what I saw and that I had to call 911.
The cops took forever to get here, like 20 minutes. As the cop was in my living room talking to me he asked who drove a mustang. There was a car turning around in my driveway. I told him I had no idea. Next thing I know there's a man walking up my driveway and I couldn't tell who it was cuz it was so dark. Next thing I know my dad is here. The cop's partner came and told me that all I had to do was call when he came back. They had asked for my DL....my husband had taken it along with 2 blank checks.
The cops left and the entire house was on pins and needles. It was late....after midnight and the kids were bouncing off the walls. A couple of times I thought I heard his truck and got really scared. I started cleaning (of all things) and had started the dishwasher. My daughter was on the couch and saw the headlights first. My dad grabbed his coat and ran out the door. I grabbed my cell and called 911 back.
My dad stood at the top of my front porch steps and wouldn't let him in. My husband was saying that we just had a disagreement and all he wanted to do was come inside to put his coat up. My dad told him to hand over my DL. At that time the cops pulled up. They parked in the street and ran up my driveway (I was impressed...my driveway is really steep!) and took him down on my front steps.
I haven't heard from him since he was arrested. He called me the next day but I refused the call. I called the jail trying to find out what they charged him with but they have a policy against that. If I want to find out for sure I have to go to the jail. No thanks! I opened a letter addressed to him from an attorney and it had the charges listed in there...battery under the FVA and cruelty to children.
I have been in contact with the DA's ofc and am trying to reach the Victim's Advocate in my county. I have found an attorney that will do my divorce for me so as soon as my taxes are back I'll be sending him a check. It will be hard to make it but I have been working on a plan to get out of this situation for 3 years now. It has taken a long time to get here but I know that we are going to be ok. I have faith that God is going to carry me through and won't let me down.
My kids are the ones I"m concerned about. They are 11, 5, and 4. My son (the 4 y/o) idolizes his daddy. He told me last night that he wanted me to call the police and just tell them that daddy is sorry and he won't do it again. What the hell? Why does my son know the words already? My 5 y/o is daddy's little girl and she cries for him every night. My 11 y/o is not his daughter but she has considered him to be her daddy for 6 years now. She understands a lot more than I like but she knows this is for the best. I will be getting them into counseling and we are going back to church on a regular basis like we were doing.
Anyway, there's lots more I could write but this is really long. I was in a DV situation w/ my 11 y/o's sperm donor. I think I'll just become a nun this time or something. Apparently I suck at picking men!