I met this man while he was working over the road (I know probably not the best choice), he was handsome and charming and had the most sexy accent. He immediately saw me and started to ask me out to which I told him no. He didn't stop at no he was persistent, but not in a creepy way but more of a cute way. He would come into my work after he got off his job and would hang out with me throughout the night and we became pretty good friends at this time. I eventually gave in one night and took his number and we talked for a little bit then he left my home state and we quit talking.
Fast forward 7 months later and I get a ding on my phone, it was him... I had no reason not to talk to him cause we didn't agree to date or be exclusive so in my mind we were just friends so how could I get mad? We talked about anything and everything for about 7 months, it was at that point I decided to go visit him in his home state. I packed and drove the 12 hour trip to go visit him for 4 days. During my stay we hung out at his place, I met all his friends and they were all pretty cool people. We went out a few nights for dinner and some fun! He didn't want me to leave but I knew i had to go back to my state at least for the time being, so I left. We still continued to talk and he would always say how he wanted me to move to him and how he wants to marry me in the future, this lasted about a year before I finally gave in and told him I would move to him. So I quit my job packed my stuff and hit the road. His family helped me move into his place, and I felt happy and content for once, he left his job on the road and worked for a local company making a little less in pay and I was not working at the time because he had told me I didn't have to. I would do all the cooking and the cleaning and he would get home from work and we would usually have bonfires in his backyard and hang with his friends. This went on for a few months with everything going smoothly, then one night it stopped.
We were having our usual bonfire night and his normal friends came over and we all talked. Well while I was talking to one of his friends he sat quietly drinking (which is something he done every night). He had told me after he was uncomfortable with me talking to his friend because his friend was flirting and he didn't like that, so I thought to myself "well he knows him better than me so I'll stop." To me this was no big deal since it was his friend and I didn't have an attachment to him at all, this friend was also married and I would also hang out with his wife.
My ex husband was always drunk and got high alot, I just thought he was stressed out from his job and even though I tried talking to him about it quite a few times he would always get mad and shut me down so I stopped. His family had their own problems and it seemed that they always looked to them for help with money or guidance which I wasn't a fan of because I had felt they were taking advantage of him, I didn't bring this up though since it was his family and I felt like it wasn't my buisness.
A couple more months went by and nothing out of the ordinary was going on, we were chilling and hanging out and he had brought up the idea of marriage, at first I said no because we didn't know each other that well. He kept pushing and pushing for it (red flag) I finally gave in and said ok, so we went to the courthouse and got married. After this things started taking a turn for the worse.
He came home after work one night and instead of coming in the house he went to his friends house that lived behind us, this was a trailer park we lived in so alot of his friends lived there. I text him and asked him if he was going to come home and he said he would in a while, I left it at that and went on about my night. When he came back he was agitated, clearly drunk and clearly high. Now I have never dealth with anyone that was high before, I've never touched a drug in my life or been around anyone who did, so I just calmly talked to him which didn't seem to help at all. He stayed up all night that night and I didn't get any sleep from his constant pacing.
The next morning when I tried to wake him up to go to work he cussed me up and down calling me a bitch, whore, slut, etc.
I continued to push him to get up and once I got him up I started driving him to work which was an hour away. (I drove him to work because he lost his liscense a long while back and never went and applied to get it back.) On the drive to work he was still agitated, he looked at me and said " I want you to stop talking to Amy." (Not her name but that's what we will call her. "Why?" I asked and he said "Cause I dont want you around my friend because I think you have a thing for him." This is the friend I was talking about earlier that he said was flirting with me and I hadn't spoken to him at all since I was told not to. I protested this of course since Amy was the only person I had to talk to, I had no family here and no job because he didn't want me to work. Once I protested he started screaming at me calling me names once again as we're driving 75 down an interstate. I finally dropped him off for work and he said to stay on the phone with him until I got home and I said ok.
Now my ex husband did have cameras on the outside of his house, they had been there long before I was in the picture and it made sense, he worked on the road and wanted to watch his house while he was gone so I thought nothing up them. But once again I had poor judgement and didn't realize what was about to become.
Let me know if you want part 2
