It all started when my mother and father split up in may of 2018 after being together for 17 years and being married for 7 (they got married near their 10 year anniversary). One night my father suddenly left after having a huge fight with my mother. In the following 4 months I was lead to believe through drunken arguments between me and my mother (my mother is and always has been a raging alcoholic, I was only 11 at the time so believed things very easily especially considering she was my mother) that my father was a cruel, abusive, manipulative man who wanted nothing but to make my mothers life a living hell. (My father is a police officer so he is far from abusive, he has never harmed me my brother or my mother in any way).
When she had money problems she seemed to panic more than most people should. I thought maybe she just had anxiety but looking back it was cause my dad couldn’t know she too out even more credit cards. We went out to eat at least five times a week. She almost never cooked at home. She went to the casino all the time to the point where they started comping mine and my sisters daycare services. (Which cost upwards of $8 per hour per kid.)
He was pissed when he found out she had a reverse mortgage on the house he let her keep. (Yes I say let. He paid for that too and still gave it to her so the kids could live with her. Even after dropping half a million on her debt.) by the time we sold the house my sis and I got a fraction of what it was worth. He thought we’d get enough to be able to each get our own homes. Which we would have had she not taking out a massive loan for her gambling and she maintained the home. My dad wanted that house to serve as an investment for my sister and I. She turned it into her own bank account to serve herself.
I have a friend who has two older sisters. Brenda, who is 27, and Michelle, who is 23. Brenda has 4 children, Michelle has 3. Now, both her sisters, although married (at the time) and with kids, continued to live at my friends’ house. They had houses as well, but for some reason, they continued to spend the most time at their parents’ house. My friend said, “Brenda doesn’t give my mom money. But I yelled at Michelle and now she only gives her $100 a week”, 100 DOLLARS, to care for THREE children, they show no remorse towards the poor woman.
My friend always tells me of how both sisters leave their kids with her mom, while they go out and party and get drunk. My friend’s mom is far too nice and does not say a thing, although often complains and has painful moments. My friend says that the sisters work all week and they leave their kids there, so their mom will care for them. On weekends, the kids are left there as well.She has told me many stories of the mess the kids make, from spilling paint that their moms didn’t secure, all over the dresser and beds to knocking over a statue of the Virgin Mary that was besides the TV.
One day he came to our house (our being me, my mother and my brother). This was the first time me and my brother (who we will call A) had met this guy and as soon as I saw him I could just tell something wasn’t right. At this point I didn’t know about his criminal record or that he smoked. The moment he saw me he said hello and kissed me on the cheek (first red flag). My mother then followed that by saying “this is S, we will be staying in his caravan tonight” (this is ironic and you will find out why at the end). I went and stayed in my grandmother’s that night as I obviously didn’t want to stay in a caravan with some guy I had just met.