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Pittsburg, Kansas | Mine could be sweet as sugar as long as I was on her good side. And very polite and congenial to most others.
My family was of the live and let live, sins forgiven if repentant mindset. Her family was do unto others twice in revenge what they did to you.
We loved each other. I just think we didn't really like each other much. Would not be close friends. Different outlook on life.
In retrospect I think had I been more like her dad we might have survived longer. But I was a go along to get along guy with her. So I put up with all the crazy. Each inch I gave in to her fanatics she took a mile. Got to the point I couldn't take it any more.
I slugged her in the face. She cried, her parents came and got her. It was at that point I knew it was no longer safe to be together. In my mind at that point I was done. I had never laid a hand on her in anger before. Oh we had had wrestling matches a couple times she got after me with a butcher knife or fork or other weapon, but I never hit or physically hurt her.
I was mentally divorced at that moment, even though it took another 6 months to make it legal. I knew it was unsafe for us to be together. She on the other hand, I believe in retrospect, thought we would be back together eventually, and the two kids were her leverage. And she used them to full extent. Took three trips back to the judge to get her to honor my visitation rights. I didn't see the boys for months. 3rd time judge said "You WILL have the boys ready for him to pick up every other weekend, or the next time you are in front of me HE will have custody and you will be in jail". So she finally gave in. Though there were still lots of issues.
Was a stressful time for all.
Eventually oldest son wanted to come live with us and did. Then some time later at about 15 youngest came.
Jackie eventually found a boyfriend. Seemed happy. They married. Couple weeks later he left her. Then a few months later she took her own life. Pretty devastating to our two sons.
I hope she is in a better place and the demons that plagued her are gone. She just couldn't let anything go. It would eat at her and eventually tore her apart. Mental illness is a bitch.
I was almost a mental illness basket case by the time I hit her. Luckily I didn't completely break down.
Edited by John Burns 4/9/2024 14:56
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Weight put into next generations opinions?
