Well, except for the spirit/demonic activity... it's been an uneventful week... I've taken a step back. We have all, especially me, got to drop the anger. It's not healthy. I remember a quote that goes something like, "no one makes you angry, we control our own emotions." So to that end I'm no longer a phone snoop, I'm trying to no longer worry, wonder or care where Nabal gets off to and who he is with. He will make or break himself. He 'is' in a spiritual battle and he has made our home the battle ground. Nabal is: a man fighting against his flesh that wishes to drink, fight, curse, womanize and smoke dope. Nabal is also a man who wishes to be respected as an elder in the church, lead people to Christ and serve the Lord. Problem is that Nabal is putting the majority of his efforts into the former and minimal effort into the latter. He seems unhappy when he is not engaging in the former. Only happy in the latter when the has recognition from the people. The other day he said his church was considering disbanding and collectively joining another spanish church in town. Why they can do nothing individually I'm not sure. This is probably the best case scenario as he is placing himself in a more precarious spiritual position by preaching.
The other day our boy was talking to the protege while he was drinking and something briefly possessed the protege. Our boy could see the change in breathing, facial makeup and his eyes went black. His voice became raspy and he whispered that he wanted to kill. My boy was wondering what to say when he thought to ask the protege if he believed in God and Jesus. He said the protege's face froze, he looked down and when he looked back up the protege's face was it's usual mobile pleasant face again. Now granted he was drinking, but when our boy asked him of it the next day the protege had no memory of it. Our boy said that shortly after the protege 'came back' he looked around and said he needed more beer. Our boy said also that he has gone to talk to the protege when he is sitting on the porch alone and the protege says, "Just the three of us sitting here talking."
Very strange happenings, very strange indeed. The good thing is that my boy is finding his own strength and faith in Christ.
What life is like after you wake up from a codependent stupor. Gaining skills to live and trying my best to have an honest dialog with my children so they will have a better chance at lives worth living... honestly.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Tuesday
Monday our boy was talking with the protege and commented on his 'new' phone. Protege was drinking and said Nabal needed a new phone because it was to hard to text his girlfriend. With a little prodding he said yeah he's always texting and visiting her.
I should have driven around a while because I made the biggest mistake- I got mad and went off. Bad mistake, not because he did anything to me, but because I gave him the opportunity to lie and now to go more underground. I let my anger control me. The thought that all his friends were looking at me as the fool being cheated on... just couldn't handle it.
So, now "She's so pretty!" is exchanged for "we talk about raising kids and the Lord." He says to me, "You never seem to see the text where she asks me to pray for her or where I'm talking about prayer. You don't know how hard this is for me. It's a spiritual battle and I'm trying to do good things." "There's a hook to this texting. I just can't stop." So found out CM in Denver is Clementa. Clementa, Elvira... whatever. He is once again on the tale that Mary (Mario) never showed up at the hotel. I think this is the third version of this I have heard. He said he doesn't know how to react when he has a woman for a friend, so he hides it because he thinks he's doing something bad. Yeah, ok. I did have some fun with him, I told him he talks in his sleep when he drinks. He tried to turn things around on me. He accused me of locking up the computers so he can't check. Well, he has a point, but all this is recent. For years up until I got this computer everything has been open. I answered him that for years we have tried to teach him how to use the computer independently and he refused. He would become annoyed that we just didn't sit there and find things for him as he asked.
He said one of the good things he tried to do that day was counsel a young couple in their marriage...
Then after he tried to shift blame to me, which I graciously declined, danced around telling me I had no clue how hard what he was going through was in this spiritual battle. Nabal asked me to take him to get more beer, yup drinking again. Told him that since he's in a spiritual why would he want me to assist the enemy... He had a look like he never thought of that and he'd painted himself into a corner. I walked away.
I got him going though, told him I know people who know his 'friend' He came back 30 min later and really tried to find out who I knew and what they said about the woman. Boy did he wheedle, hug and try to cajole. I led him down the wrong path, told him that it was people at my church. Since this gas station is on the same property as my church. He was relieved. "Those people don't know her!" I let it lay. I'm going to find more folks who do and find out the truth. Because according to him Mary already has a boyfriend. Oh and she has given him many opportunities to be intimate with her and he has declined. I wonder whether this was before or after they pray?
Seems his previous pastor is being divorced and sued for abuse. Folks if you see flaws, first of all pray,
I should have driven around a while because I made the biggest mistake- I got mad and went off. Bad mistake, not because he did anything to me, but because I gave him the opportunity to lie and now to go more underground. I let my anger control me. The thought that all his friends were looking at me as the fool being cheated on... just couldn't handle it.
So, now "She's so pretty!" is exchanged for "we talk about raising kids and the Lord." He says to me, "You never seem to see the text where she asks me to pray for her or where I'm talking about prayer. You don't know how hard this is for me. It's a spiritual battle and I'm trying to do good things." "There's a hook to this texting. I just can't stop." So found out CM in Denver is Clementa. Clementa, Elvira... whatever. He is once again on the tale that Mary (Mario) never showed up at the hotel. I think this is the third version of this I have heard. He said he doesn't know how to react when he has a woman for a friend, so he hides it because he thinks he's doing something bad. Yeah, ok. I did have some fun with him, I told him he talks in his sleep when he drinks. He tried to turn things around on me. He accused me of locking up the computers so he can't check. Well, he has a point, but all this is recent. For years up until I got this computer everything has been open. I answered him that for years we have tried to teach him how to use the computer independently and he refused. He would become annoyed that we just didn't sit there and find things for him as he asked.
He said one of the good things he tried to do that day was counsel a young couple in their marriage...
Then after he tried to shift blame to me, which I graciously declined, danced around telling me I had no clue how hard what he was going through was in this spiritual battle. Nabal asked me to take him to get more beer, yup drinking again. Told him that since he's in a spiritual why would he want me to assist the enemy... He had a look like he never thought of that and he'd painted himself into a corner. I walked away.
I got him going though, told him I know people who know his 'friend' He came back 30 min later and really tried to find out who I knew and what they said about the woman. Boy did he wheedle, hug and try to cajole. I led him down the wrong path, told him that it was people at my church. Since this gas station is on the same property as my church. He was relieved. "Those people don't know her!" I let it lay. I'm going to find more folks who do and find out the truth. Because according to him Mary already has a boyfriend. Oh and she has given him many opportunities to be intimate with her and he has declined. I wonder whether this was before or after they pray?
Seems his previous pastor is being divorced and sued for abuse. Folks if you see flaws, first of all pray,
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Sunday- Pastor Sudsy
Nabal preached his second sermon today... I wondered why he was quizzing me all week about the demoniac in the garden. That's where he started. Somehow there is a lesson in there about how Christians should live at home the way they are at church. He even brought out one of my fav verse, "As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord." (Joshua) Young Pablo was there, and for the life of me I can not figure out how he keeps from laughing. I was finding it hard! I found several excuses to leave so I could chuckle to myself. He said spouses should pray for each other. I'm thinking, well, you have blessed me out a few times when drunk. In front of the kids. Does that count as family activity and prayer? He used the making of flyers (me) and the passing them out (Nabal and our boy, the protege, Pablo and another young man) as an example of family working together. Said God was surely happy that he and his son (our boy) got a chance to work together. Ok, real story- Nabal and Pablo were together, our boy and the rest he sent to another part of town. Being together would have compromised his time on the cell with the ladies. Now he's home. We got home the same time. He sat in his truck talking- on his cell. He did not look happy... Now he's sitting under the tree drinking his beer. So, I guess it's Coronas all around for church next week! He must feel awful guilt preaching and pretending. So, the other guy who usually preaches I heard in the wind was busted by Nabal after he gathered more evidence of his sending daily nude girlie pictures to non-churhgoers... Woe...
So I actually found someone who knows the gas station girl, and she is not the pure flower Nabal paints her. Evidently she is a major hoochie. She goes for money. I told the informant that Nabal's bank account is dwindling, so she won't be impressed when she finds out he doesn't have money these days. He has been begging to get back in bed with this woman since their November 19, 2009 hotel romp. My friend said "Yeah, this is the type of woman who if she wasn't impressed with the sex will keep stringing pecker led fools along for money as long as she can." I'm very certain she was throughly unimpressed!! Fine kettle of fish! And I do mean FISH!!! My Birthday present to me- STD testing! He does not care. Penis brain! It really is going to be a sad day when Nabal finally sees who this woman really is and not the neat portrait he has made of her in his mind.
I noticed another thing today. Usually Nabal is clean shaven except for his mustache. Especially for church. Today he was rather scruffy. See, his family does not grow facial hair well so it always looks scruffy when he lets it grow during the week. We'll see, but I'm betting that this along with the red baseball hat some woman has convinced him that he looks good in. Oh, did I mention that he had a hissy one day because our girl and I couldn't find a red baseball hat... Had to be red, he only wears red hats now. He used to favor black with an occasional red one. Wow, she really is leading him around with a hook in his nose!
Good luck to him! He deserves a woman just like that!
11:30 pm and he's completely bombed. Drove home like that. Out with some buddies who no longer go to church- thanks to Nabal.
12:30am and Nabal laid down to pretty much pass out. He lays there for about 5 minutes, gets back up and dresses. I asked him (very nicely and lightly) what you doing? He kept mumbling, "This stuff is driving me crazy." I asked him what he'd said and he mumbled the same thing. Said he needed to go drive around. I tried to follow him and he was gone by the time I got off the block. He has his big truck all loaded down with construction stuff. I really think he is now on more than alcohol and weed. Maybe something for pain. He has said nothing more about the pain in his stomach. Although drug of choice around here is crack. God I hope not!
So I actually found someone who knows the gas station girl, and she is not the pure flower Nabal paints her. Evidently she is a major hoochie. She goes for money. I told the informant that Nabal's bank account is dwindling, so she won't be impressed when she finds out he doesn't have money these days. He has been begging to get back in bed with this woman since their November 19, 2009 hotel romp. My friend said "Yeah, this is the type of woman who if she wasn't impressed with the sex will keep stringing pecker led fools along for money as long as she can." I'm very certain she was throughly unimpressed!! Fine kettle of fish! And I do mean FISH!!! My Birthday present to me- STD testing! He does not care. Penis brain! It really is going to be a sad day when Nabal finally sees who this woman really is and not the neat portrait he has made of her in his mind.
I noticed another thing today. Usually Nabal is clean shaven except for his mustache. Especially for church. Today he was rather scruffy. See, his family does not grow facial hair well so it always looks scruffy when he lets it grow during the week. We'll see, but I'm betting that this along with the red baseball hat some woman has convinced him that he looks good in. Oh, did I mention that he had a hissy one day because our girl and I couldn't find a red baseball hat... Had to be red, he only wears red hats now. He used to favor black with an occasional red one. Wow, she really is leading him around with a hook in his nose!
Good luck to him! He deserves a woman just like that!
11:30 pm and he's completely bombed. Drove home like that. Out with some buddies who no longer go to church- thanks to Nabal.
12:30am and Nabal laid down to pretty much pass out. He lays there for about 5 minutes, gets back up and dresses. I asked him (very nicely and lightly) what you doing? He kept mumbling, "This stuff is driving me crazy." I asked him what he'd said and he mumbled the same thing. Said he needed to go drive around. I tried to follow him and he was gone by the time I got off the block. He has his big truck all loaded down with construction stuff. I really think he is now on more than alcohol and weed. Maybe something for pain. He has said nothing more about the pain in his stomach. Although drug of choice around here is crack. God I hope not!
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Saturday
Today I think I am seeing a glimpse of how much my husband hates me. He has been sober as far as I can tell at least as far as alcohol goes. He's smokin' like a banshee. Let me see, in spite of him suddenly telling me "I love you." a bunch. His actions are saying otherwise.As of today he erased evidence of the 2 text to the 825 number during and after church. We went to dinner with a our boy, his girlfriend R and a neighbor's nephew (his birthday was yesterday and he's from the islands) During dinner the conversation about the time our boy had really long hair came up. He asked his father to see the pictures in his phone to enhance the story. Nabal reached hesitated then did it again. His expression was very odd. Luckily I have very good peripheral vision so he did not catch me looking at him. Then he said the oddest thing, "You know, I have to get those pictures out of my phone... it's almost going." (his way of saying it was dying.) Then he resumed eating. Because I did not mention that I had noticed his new phone and did not screw with obvious settings. He decided to lie. Like he was pretending he didn't have a new phone. I have become a master of the mask and gave no clue that the conversation registered with me. I had just checked his phone while he showered but he keeps it on silent and face down. He really is a very good liar... why would he lie about this? Like I said he tells the truth about nothing.
He decided we should all go for a walk downtown. He was very insistent and after being there and seeing how he was searching the crowd am pretty sure he was looking for a glimpse of someone. Walking back he had an odd smile on his face. One of those memory smiles. I tried to nonchalantly ask what he was smiling about. He explained something about measuring off sidewalk squares. When we got to the car he asked rather as a challenge, "So, what did you think I was smiling about? Can you answer that?" I gave a plausible answer in a conciliatory tone and he backed down. The we had to drive to someone's house. He was giving me directions all the way. I go there all the time to ferry kids, maybe he forgot... We found the place and some instructions were given isn Spanish with the letter 'A' as part of it he turned to me and translated it into English in a condescending voice. I SPEAK SPANISH!!! He does this all the time. Like knowing I am going out to do one thing and upon returning he asks if I remembered to do it.
I found his phone finally. He left it in the basement under the coffee table. I saw this morning at around 10:30 he took pictures of himself in his truck. Wow, didn't send me one. Didn't send our boy one.
It finally hit me. I have been blaming all this on his drinking, the alcoholism. He has been sober through the last couple of days and seems to have escalated his lying. He wrote that text sober. Probably high on weed and whatever. I know that with the amount and frequency he has been drinking his system will probably be saturated for 6 months if he makes it that far. But I think he is just a narcissistic liar. I am useful for the time being and he will say whatever it takes, play whatever mind games it takes to keep me pliable to his needs. He is on the hunt big time. If he gets a replacement I will be history, an old worn out shoe. This is hate in action, not love. To lie and manipulate your wife so you can pursue a piece of tail...
Funny thing, now that I know he consummated his relationship. I know why the girl has been giving him the run around...:-) You figure that one out! Don Juan is all talk and flash, no amount of ladies' wrinkle cream can fix why that girl won't give him the time of day after a romp in the hay.
He decided we should all go for a walk downtown. He was very insistent and after being there and seeing how he was searching the crowd am pretty sure he was looking for a glimpse of someone. Walking back he had an odd smile on his face. One of those memory smiles. I tried to nonchalantly ask what he was smiling about. He explained something about measuring off sidewalk squares. When we got to the car he asked rather as a challenge, "So, what did you think I was smiling about? Can you answer that?" I gave a plausible answer in a conciliatory tone and he backed down. The we had to drive to someone's house. He was giving me directions all the way. I go there all the time to ferry kids, maybe he forgot... We found the place and some instructions were given isn Spanish with the letter 'A' as part of it he turned to me and translated it into English in a condescending voice. I SPEAK SPANISH!!! He does this all the time. Like knowing I am going out to do one thing and upon returning he asks if I remembered to do it.
I found his phone finally. He left it in the basement under the coffee table. I saw this morning at around 10:30 he took pictures of himself in his truck. Wow, didn't send me one. Didn't send our boy one.
It finally hit me. I have been blaming all this on his drinking, the alcoholism. He has been sober through the last couple of days and seems to have escalated his lying. He wrote that text sober. Probably high on weed and whatever. I know that with the amount and frequency he has been drinking his system will probably be saturated for 6 months if he makes it that far. But I think he is just a narcissistic liar. I am useful for the time being and he will say whatever it takes, play whatever mind games it takes to keep me pliable to his needs. He is on the hunt big time. If he gets a replacement I will be history, an old worn out shoe. This is hate in action, not love. To lie and manipulate your wife so you can pursue a piece of tail...
Funny thing, now that I know he consummated his relationship. I know why the girl has been giving him the run around...:-) You figure that one out! Don Juan is all talk and flash, no amount of ladies' wrinkle cream can fix why that girl won't give him the time of day after a romp in the hay.
This deserves it Own Special Place
Hi how was 2day 4u was hot 4 me I tink on u waiting 4 one more special time with u
From my husband's phone the day he bought it. Covenant is definitely broken. His days are surely numbers...
From my husband's phone the day he bought it. Covenant is definitely broken. His days are surely numbers...
Friday, July 23, 2010
More Breaking News!!!
Nabal has a new phone! I had to find it in my nightly phone check. There it was out in the open. At first I thought it was the protege's, but nooo, it was my lucky night. Yes he wiped all in and out boxes, but he had 18 drafts! He texted Denver Girl first. Then when he was in church at 7:30 (it starts at 7) He texted 825-6728 at least twice. Ain't that a blip! And this little son-of-a-bitch has been running around for the last two days pretending to be sooo attentive. Trying to talk me into bed with his sickening baby voice that he seems to think is sexy. Asking, "You don't want to play with Poppy nomore?" Third person speak... third person!!! I think all this is just one big mind f**k! A**hole!!!! It is official, there is a person on earth I personally hate again. I have got to get over this and hang in there until I can get some firm evidence. In my state you have to have hard evidence to prove infidelity.
The upside to this is his Motorola W845 Quantico is gonna get some nice spyware that will record his every text, his every call and track his lying, cheating, hypocritical a**!!! And he, Nabal is gonna pay for it! I'm gonna have my evidence so that I won't lose my house. My mother gave it to me, and this little Mexican mongrel is not gonna sit his a** here while my children and I are stuffed into an apartment. He can really and truly kiss my grits!
Also there is this weird thing Nabal does. WHen he sneezes, and before a person can get 'bless you' out he says thank you, then looks at you. Forcing someone to be perceived as inattentive. It has always annoyed me. He has to prove that no one cares about him in such a childish way. Well, his self fulfilling prophecy is on it's way!
More breaking news. There is no longer any doubt. His lies and deceptions no longer have me wavering! Something was still bothering me about the drafts... so I checked them again. I hit PAY DIRT!!! Found this interrupted text: "Hi how was 2day 4u was hot 4 me I tink on u waiting 4 one more special time with u" So he boinked shell station girl. What the hell other special time would he be waiting for?
Also his new phone has type memory and when I put in 8 the phone filled in the rest automatically: 25-6728. Well, fine howdy do...
The upside to this is his Motorola W845 Quantico is gonna get some nice spyware that will record his every text, his every call and track his lying, cheating, hypocritical a**!!! And he, Nabal is gonna pay for it! I'm gonna have my evidence so that I won't lose my house. My mother gave it to me, and this little Mexican mongrel is not gonna sit his a** here while my children and I are stuffed into an apartment. He can really and truly kiss my grits!
Also there is this weird thing Nabal does. WHen he sneezes, and before a person can get 'bless you' out he says thank you, then looks at you. Forcing someone to be perceived as inattentive. It has always annoyed me. He has to prove that no one cares about him in such a childish way. Well, his self fulfilling prophecy is on it's way!
More breaking news. There is no longer any doubt. His lies and deceptions no longer have me wavering! Something was still bothering me about the drafts... so I checked them again. I hit PAY DIRT!!! Found this interrupted text: "Hi how was 2day 4u was hot 4 me I tink on u waiting 4 one more special time with u" So he boinked shell station girl. What the hell other special time would he be waiting for?
Also his new phone has type memory and when I put in 8 the phone filled in the rest automatically: 25-6728. Well, fine howdy do...
Friday
So as of yesterday it appears Nabal is trying not to drink or smoke. He seems completely sober... Sad really, this has been going on so long that none at home can enjoy the respite. Anything said during the respite can and will be used against you the very next drink or toke. He is trying to do the step onto the stage thing again. "Hey baby, love you. Give me a kiss." Those same lips recently called me lots of foul names- I'll pass. Baby send the kid somewhere... Then he sets our boy off last night by trying hard line fathering, for something he knows nothing about. Even the boy said, "you can't go from a stupid drunk to a good dad." Just a day before Nabal was joking so crudely with the boy that at 16 he called his dad nasty... He's wondering why I am angry speaking in that unnerving baby talk. The, I'm so short and cute, you can't possibly be mad at anything I've done, voice. And referring to himself in third person again. He even appears to be eating fruit and drinking healthy drinks again. I have reached the stage I just don't care. He expects instant turnarounds. Our family, me think very large ship turning in the water. He's thinking cigarette boat. I've become a fatalist.
So I wonder if this has anything to do with the text overages. Nabal still guards his phone and keeps it next to his head on the night table. I just wonder what his game is. Head games they love to play... He keeps coming around trying to fully engage me. I'm guarding against getting sucked in again. You relax, then without warning you come in and he is in a bad mood out of nowhere and verbally slices through you. I am trying not to react, one way or the other. He's making plans to build, build, build here at the homestead. I've heard all that before, and as a mental exercise it's really not worth it... You spend a lot of time listening, he draws you into the conversation about ideas. You start to think about the possibilities then... nothing... Have I mentioned the arched walkway in our backyard? Basically the Roman aqueduct on a little less than a 1/2 acre of land. Yeah, a waste. I have come to the time in my life that I don't have time to listen to other people's realities. I mean drunk fantasy, addicts talking about their great parenting skills only to find out their kids are in foster care. Their reality is not worth delving into, nor is it any longer amusing.
He is getting ready for church.
I am wondering if all this has anything to do with the boy and I really praying to get rid of some odd supernatural activity that was going on around here. I'd believe it. "And be not drunk with wine, wherein is excess; but be filled with the Spirit" I always wondered if this is saying that when one is really, really inebriated on a constant basis does one leave one's self open to the spirit world.
So I wonder if this has anything to do with the text overages. Nabal still guards his phone and keeps it next to his head on the night table. I just wonder what his game is. Head games they love to play... He keeps coming around trying to fully engage me. I'm guarding against getting sucked in again. You relax, then without warning you come in and he is in a bad mood out of nowhere and verbally slices through you. I am trying not to react, one way or the other. He's making plans to build, build, build here at the homestead. I've heard all that before, and as a mental exercise it's really not worth it... You spend a lot of time listening, he draws you into the conversation about ideas. You start to think about the possibilities then... nothing... Have I mentioned the arched walkway in our backyard? Basically the Roman aqueduct on a little less than a 1/2 acre of land. Yeah, a waste. I have come to the time in my life that I don't have time to listen to other people's realities. I mean drunk fantasy, addicts talking about their great parenting skills only to find out their kids are in foster care. Their reality is not worth delving into, nor is it any longer amusing.
He is getting ready for church.
I am wondering if all this has anything to do with the boy and I really praying to get rid of some odd supernatural activity that was going on around here. I'd believe it. "And be not drunk with wine, wherein is excess; but be filled with the Spirit" I always wondered if this is saying that when one is really, really inebriated on a constant basis does one leave one's self open to the spirit world.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Tuesday
New thing. Nabal does not let his phone out of his sight. He now keeps it next to the bed and turned off while it charges and he sleeps. He did forget it was out while he showered. All text wiped, but there were new number, very different. 407-2 and 213-4. Well this is a puzzle to me. Maybe internet. Plus a lot of calls from MX where his family lives. He is so aloof. Cradles his phone on his chest and checks it often. He calls his voicemail constantly. I got home and he barely spoke. He did wear the shirt our girl gave him for his birthday. He told me he was just acting like me when I get presents. I told him it's because he always gets clothes 3 sizes to big for me! What wife wouldn't be a little pissed after years of that!
Seems Protege's phone is off, ran out of battery. They still swear it was stolen and there is no way they lost it. Now Nabal wants on of Walmart's $30 phone plans. He keeps asking me when I'll be out of school. I guess he's planning his exit. He has been planning this for years when I look back in hindsight.
I just stood back and looked at our house today and it looks like an alcoholic lives here. The outside is overgrown except where I cut bushes back and under the tree there are always bottles. Junker cars in the back yard that he was supposed to be fixing. He doesn't have time for anything. He does have time to field 700 text messages on a phone with barely functioning buttons. He has time to help every person he even slightly knows.
Seems Protege's phone is off, ran out of battery. They still swear it was stolen and there is no way they lost it. Now Nabal wants on of Walmart's $30 phone plans. He keeps asking me when I'll be out of school. I guess he's planning his exit. He has been planning this for years when I look back in hindsight.
I just stood back and looked at our house today and it looks like an alcoholic lives here. The outside is overgrown except where I cut bushes back and under the tree there are always bottles. Junker cars in the back yard that he was supposed to be fixing. He doesn't have time for anything. He does have time to field 700 text messages on a phone with barely functioning buttons. He has time to help every person he even slightly knows.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Monday Proper
So Nabal is back to distant. He needed me to get out estimates and bills and he was pretty nice. I was in the process of taking our girl back to school and our boy came to me and said that Nabal was watching TV and texting.
I got home this evening and the question up for grabs what exactly is Nabal on. He did drink and he is high. He did get his bible study in for his class he teaches tomorrow. All while Nabal was texting CM. He needed to talk. I see an evening of conversations between Nabal and CM, and Nabal and Isela. I really am wondering if they are smoke screens for Shell girl. He's leaving these text on his phone but lately no trace of Miss 825-6728. Could he be that clever? He was ranting tonight about the killings in MX and how the government was behind it all. Then in a flash he decided that the U.S. also benefited and was allowing or causing it. He was so worked up and yelling! There was news about the cap on the oil well in the Gulf of Mexico. The station screwed up the tapes and said, 'We'll get to it later." Nabal started ranting and saying that the U.S. wouldn't help they'd get to it later. He had only heard Mexico... When I told him they were talking about the oil cap in the Gulf of he said, "Oh" turned over and closed his eyes and went back to listening to his music...
I got home this evening and the question up for grabs what exactly is Nabal on. He did drink and he is high. He did get his bible study in for his class he teaches tomorrow. All while Nabal was texting CM. He needed to talk. I see an evening of conversations between Nabal and CM, and Nabal and Isela. I really am wondering if they are smoke screens for Shell girl. He's leaving these text on his phone but lately no trace of Miss 825-6728. Could he be that clever? He was ranting tonight about the killings in MX and how the government was behind it all. Then in a flash he decided that the U.S. also benefited and was allowing or causing it. He was so worked up and yelling! There was news about the cap on the oil well in the Gulf of Mexico. The station screwed up the tapes and said, 'We'll get to it later." Nabal started ranting and saying that the U.S. wouldn't help they'd get to it later. He had only heard Mexico... When I told him they were talking about the oil cap in the Gulf of he said, "Oh" turned over and closed his eyes and went back to listening to his music...
Monday
And Nabal awoke at 6 am yesterday, put back on his work pants from Saturday and went to work a half day... By the time I got home from church he was showered and changed and studying his bible. He in fact did not preach this Sunday. The other guy did. Nabal knows some scandal about him, but sin abounds. The Spanish community here is a place where everyone seems to know everything and yet in this church everyone seems clueless. I was there setting up their powerpoint and Nabal came in. He looked at me so lovingly, cane over and patted my back and kissed me on the top of my head. And the award goes to Nabal for his superb acting ability! It was all for the people. In the evening he was being sooo nice, acting puzzled when I looked at him like I was trying to figure out his angle. His phone however told that he had in fact spoken to Isela while I was out, got the picture from the chick in Denver that he had asked her for the previous day and had been texting Isela all the way home from church. He was driving the church van and dropping off people...
So the rest of the evening he's talking to me in his weird baby voice that he has somehow come to think is sexy. He just kept saying "I love you baby" but in a tone that made me think he was still saying as he has for years after I had been defeated, "It's ok, I still love you." He doesn't get that it is not even a factor any longer. He thinks that I'll be soooo thrilled that I am loved that the slate is wiped clean. This is Nabal's way of not apologizing. I told him, "Me too." Funny, he doesn't listen... I think he assumed what I did not say... I now love me too much to let him and his antics dictate my life, home or happiness any longer. I was figuring that either everyone else was busy with family things of their own to be bothered with him, that he knows he screwed up and is trying to buy some favor, or that he has indeed crossed some line and feels guilty. All three are my guess. I'll give credit where it is due- he did not drink I think. He still smelled of alcohol last night, but that could have been just what was floating around in his system after drinking and drugging for 10 hours.
So the phone didn't surface yet. He said the pro-girl who dated the neighbor for sure has it. She waited until they were all drunk and stole the Protege's money along with that of his roommate. These are grown men, and this has gone on for months. This time the complaint was that she was stealing their pennies even! She has stolen hundreds of dollars at a time from them when they are drunk. Pennies upset them? Nabal was plotting to do something to her to get her back. He will not do for his own children in a crisis, but his drunk buddies... Read something last night- an alcoholic doesn't have family down on their list of priorities. There is no list, alcohol is the only priority. First and only love.
So the rest of the evening he's talking to me in his weird baby voice that he has somehow come to think is sexy. He just kept saying "I love you baby" but in a tone that made me think he was still saying as he has for years after I had been defeated, "It's ok, I still love you." He doesn't get that it is not even a factor any longer. He thinks that I'll be soooo thrilled that I am loved that the slate is wiped clean. This is Nabal's way of not apologizing. I told him, "Me too." Funny, he doesn't listen... I think he assumed what I did not say... I now love me too much to let him and his antics dictate my life, home or happiness any longer. I was figuring that either everyone else was busy with family things of their own to be bothered with him, that he knows he screwed up and is trying to buy some favor, or that he has indeed crossed some line and feels guilty. All three are my guess. I'll give credit where it is due- he did not drink I think. He still smelled of alcohol last night, but that could have been just what was floating around in his system after drinking and drugging for 10 hours.
So the phone didn't surface yet. He said the pro-girl who dated the neighbor for sure has it. She waited until they were all drunk and stole the Protege's money along with that of his roommate. These are grown men, and this has gone on for months. This time the complaint was that she was stealing their pennies even! She has stolen hundreds of dollars at a time from them when they are drunk. Pennies upset them? Nabal was plotting to do something to her to get her back. He will not do for his own children in a crisis, but his drunk buddies... Read something last night- an alcoholic doesn't have family down on their list of priorities. There is no list, alcohol is the only priority. First and only love.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Technically Sunday
Nabal got in at 3 am. Lucky me! Now I get to listen to his snoring all night. Well, what's left of it. It's an ipod kinda night. So that makes 10 hours of drinking for him today. Now realize, at 3 pm today he will stand up in front his Spanish church and exhort people in proper living for God...
So he and Isela talked 5 times today. Mrs Soto is a married woman. But preacher boy here is answering her every call. Needy women, the way he likes them. Lots of unknown calls. He's the latest player in town. Caught him last night using lady's wrinkle and tightening cream. Can we say midlife crisis. Well, he will be walking through the rest of it upsetting someone else. He can barely breath he's so drunk. Phone was dying in his pants pocket. They were wet in the crotch. Mighty Nabal... See why I'm not so upset about him catting around. They deserve whatever they get if they get Nabal. He worked all day. It was hot and humid today. He smells like a construction site. I will not complain about that. I spent my years on a construction site and it's good honest work. But this is the man who would not go out of the house before he bathed. He would miss church because he wouldn't have enough time to shower. He now works all day in dirt, drinks all evening... in dirt, pees himself then goes to bed on clean sheets- unbathed. Again I say- this is not the man I married. He doesn't even see where he is headed. Those folks he feels sorry for because they drink so much they beg money and are always dirty- he has become one of them by choice.
So I rooted around in his wallet again. Found one of his contractor's business cards with job information on the back, but on closer inspection he had the guy write out phrases for him. Now I see how he text Mary with such precise english. "What's up, what are you doing." "so, what time do you get off work." etc. That is filed along with the Shell station girl's number written on a receipt for renting a van for his church, and his Visa bill for the hotel room. (Smile)
Yes I am giving away information that could easily identify Isela. She knows Nabal has an Abigail and she has a Reynaldo. She gets what she gets. I told Nabal I would call her house and start a scene if she didn't stop texting Christmas morning. What goes around will come around.
So I'm going to put on my ipod and sleep for a while until church, in the morning. Yes through all of this I still trust in the Lord. He said look to Him, not to men for you reason for faith. Men will trip you up every time. Peace.
Now I have to open the window too; the smell of alcohol is enough to gag on even with the fan and a/c on.
So he and Isela talked 5 times today. Mrs Soto is a married woman. But preacher boy here is answering her every call. Needy women, the way he likes them. Lots of unknown calls. He's the latest player in town. Caught him last night using lady's wrinkle and tightening cream. Can we say midlife crisis. Well, he will be walking through the rest of it upsetting someone else. He can barely breath he's so drunk. Phone was dying in his pants pocket. They were wet in the crotch. Mighty Nabal... See why I'm not so upset about him catting around. They deserve whatever they get if they get Nabal. He worked all day. It was hot and humid today. He smells like a construction site. I will not complain about that. I spent my years on a construction site and it's good honest work. But this is the man who would not go out of the house before he bathed. He would miss church because he wouldn't have enough time to shower. He now works all day in dirt, drinks all evening... in dirt, pees himself then goes to bed on clean sheets- unbathed. Again I say- this is not the man I married. He doesn't even see where he is headed. Those folks he feels sorry for because they drink so much they beg money and are always dirty- he has become one of them by choice.
So I rooted around in his wallet again. Found one of his contractor's business cards with job information on the back, but on closer inspection he had the guy write out phrases for him. Now I see how he text Mary with such precise english. "What's up, what are you doing." "so, what time do you get off work." etc. That is filed along with the Shell station girl's number written on a receipt for renting a van for his church, and his Visa bill for the hotel room. (Smile)
Yes I am giving away information that could easily identify Isela. She knows Nabal has an Abigail and she has a Reynaldo. She gets what she gets. I told Nabal I would call her house and start a scene if she didn't stop texting Christmas morning. What goes around will come around.
So I'm going to put on my ipod and sleep for a while until church, in the morning. Yes through all of this I still trust in the Lord. He said look to Him, not to men for you reason for faith. Men will trip you up every time. Peace.
Now I have to open the window too; the smell of alcohol is enough to gag on even with the fan and a/c on.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Saturday- Phone Emergency!!!
So back to the same old same old. Nabal came home and the kids and I bought him angus steaks for dinner to continue celebrating his birthday. He thought that was good until he saw his phone bill and the $82, 400 and some text over. He immediately accused our boy. On their last out of town job our boy's phone died and he used the Protege's phone to text a few friends and tell them what happened. Luckily this happened on this next month's bill. Funny... he didn't blame the Protege... What makes an alcoholic willingly throw their family under a bus before their friends? (well, it was all a lie. He is the big texter!) So he sits in his smaller truck talking on his cell then takes off. Usually he is ready to eat and biting everybody's head off. I called him to find out what time he would be back. He sounded odd so I knew he was up to something and lying. He said he went to the auto parts to get a spark plug for the lawn mower. An hour later he called and sounded sickeningly sweet. "I didn't know that Protege's roommate was having a cookout in P Park. So if I call later come pick me up." Life with an alcoholic. About an hour after that he was back home. He came bustling into the house and got his stash then stands in the living room demanding to know if any of us know anything about the disappearance of the Protege's phone from the front of his big work truck. At first I couldn't fathom why he would expect us to have anything to do with it disappearing. Then it kicked in, he had many incriminating text on the Protege's phone. He searched up and down that truck then blamed one of the neighborhood lady prostitute/drunks. (those women he looked down his nose at only a little over a year ago) Get this he calls back and demands that I put the phone down online! He has unlimited minutes! He does not have unlimited text... I told him to do it tomorrow first thing. He can pound nails! These are two drunks who don't know their asses from a hole in the ground, and he is about to die over misplacing a phone for a matter of hours... Wow, he's right on top of this. But his daughter getting surgery... he had more important things to do... I wish that phone would fall into my hands... There is so much I'm in the dark about, but I do know enough to survive in the real world.
So the upside was that he was so preoccupied that he forgot to delete some of his side of text conversations from his phone. (a rare find indeed!) He called some female 'muy mala' he asked for another photo. These were all to CM of Denver. Yet again this CM and Isela seem to be best buddies a and he is trying to make time with both of them. He has been talking between them all day. Ise- Isela calls him several times a day. I'm wondering what her husband Reynaldo would do to both of them if he found out? Down there in Texas they are kinda rough. Hey, maybe he is thinking of moving to Utah and trying polygamy. Oh yeah, no drinking.
So the upside was that he was so preoccupied that he forgot to delete some of his side of text conversations from his phone. (a rare find indeed!) He called some female 'muy mala' he asked for another photo. These were all to CM of Denver. Yet again this CM and Isela seem to be best buddies a and he is trying to make time with both of them. He has been talking between them all day. Ise- Isela calls him several times a day. I'm wondering what her husband Reynaldo would do to both of them if he found out? Down there in Texas they are kinda rough. Hey, maybe he is thinking of moving to Utah and trying polygamy. Oh yeah, no drinking.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Friday
For anyone contemplating life with an alcoholic, reason 1- 999 not to. The bottle is and until they get help, their first love. Our girl had to have a simple out-patient sudden surgery yesterday. I told Nabal that he had to be home with her because she was coming out of general anesthesia. Right off the bat, first answer out of his mouth- our boy is here with his girlfriend. Now I don't leave them in the house alone, but that's another story. I explained that a responsible adult had to stay with her- no leaving, no drinking for four hours. He said ok... Our boy tells me that 20 minutes after I left Nabal left and I beat him home at 10:10. I talked to the boy on the phone on my breaks. Nabal, when he was home called the boy from the basement to check on his sister. Nabal never went back there. He called in once. I called Nabal, he said he was in the yard fixing his truck and he checked on her often. I didn't let on that I knew he wasn't home. Later he was out with a friend. I asked him why he saw a need to leave. Old story an elderly neighbor gave a dog house to our boy for his dog. The man has been dead for at least 4 years and the dog has been dead almost a year. Nabal never found time to go get the dog house. Well, his friend's son needed a dog house. So they went and got it las night and took it over to where this man's daughter works. They waited for more than an hour for her to get off work then delivered the dog house. I asked him couldn't that have waited one more day? Of course he changed the subject. Told me how they had to wait soooo long...
So Nabal started to drink as soon as he got home. I'm sure he was smoking his weed earlier. Our girl was up by this time. He kept looking at her and telling her that she was ok. The child was still stumbling! He was laughing and saying that there was nothing wrong, she was fine. Then he started telling the story of how someone in the neighborhood had a pot plant in their window, and after they noticed Nabal and his friends interest they covered it up. What is he planning on going into this house and stealing it. He is obsessed!
Today is his birthday. Wow, he could care less what we got him. Well, we got him things so he would definitely be lying to his girls when he told them we were mistreating him. It's amazing when I text him he gets confused and always misses erasing incriminating text. Of course they are always from the lady's side. He can so easily say that he can't control them. Well, Isela sent him this, "Hola mi amor de mis amores" Well, at least there was no kissies faces. HAH! Then he gets mad at me and acts like I am accusing him unfairly when I question his whereabouts and what he is doing with his time. What an ass! I heard before he left he called on of the 'sisters' of the church to ask if her new orthopedic shoes were helping... Did I mention that he took her to get the shoes fitted. ANNND he has taken and waited with other guys at the hospital for her when she needs emergency help. So why would he do this for a person he just met and not for his family? Our boy asked that very question last night when he got left to take care of a post op child. I really don't question this woman, but I may be surprised. I think she reminds Nabal of his mother. But the good version.
So, birthday dinner with Nabal. It hurt him to talk to us. He actually looked pained when he had to answer and only with yes and no. He wasn't even listening most of the time and kept checking his phone. Our girl was joking with him he about useing a shampoo to help his hair grow (which she uses, His family has thin hair) and some question about his tan. He got soooo mad, all he heard was you're bald and something critical about his skin. This is the man who makes fun of everyone... especially us. Our girl is a beauty- not just my opinion she's a model. and the boy is an accomplished musician and athlete. He tells her her color contacts make her ugly, He's critical and just playful edging on mean most of the time. Tells us we are too sensitive if we can't take a joke. Turn it around and not even being mean he gets all upset like he's been disrespected. I have to get the children to check because my eyes aren't as good as they used to be and not in restaurant lighting. His eyes looked like they haveHe's a yellow cast to them. Maybe it's my imagination. He's hiding now. I gotta find out what he's hiding in the bathroom drawer. He may have moved on to stronger drugs... He's scratching his neck a lot just like the comedians when they imitate a crack head. He has boasted that he has tried it before. Weird, it's like he's sundowning. Wants to talk all day then at night... He's fiending for a fix of something. He taught on the Hebrews tonight. Yes, be careful who is teaching you. Feed yourselves (read the Bible for yourselves) so you won't fall for any trap of the enemy. I can't imagine what Nabal is teaching. Maybe the Holy Spirit is working on him, thus the attitude. He has been wanting the audio Bible for years. I got him a set recently. He has not listened to any of them.
So if anyone ever reads this and you are dating an alcoholic. Let this all serve as a warning. Nabal chooses his bottle first. We, his flesh and blood falls somewhere below women he would like to talk into bed, and strangers in trouble. This is a truth. Once the bottle is their first love it puts any rival at the end of the line. Alcoholism is a jealous lover, it's biggest rival are wife/lover and kids. Nabal would do anything... an-y-thing to keep himself drinking and smoking pot. We are a hinderance and he is coming/came to hate us.
So Nabal started to drink as soon as he got home. I'm sure he was smoking his weed earlier. Our girl was up by this time. He kept looking at her and telling her that she was ok. The child was still stumbling! He was laughing and saying that there was nothing wrong, she was fine. Then he started telling the story of how someone in the neighborhood had a pot plant in their window, and after they noticed Nabal and his friends interest they covered it up. What is he planning on going into this house and stealing it. He is obsessed!
Today is his birthday. Wow, he could care less what we got him. Well, we got him things so he would definitely be lying to his girls when he told them we were mistreating him. It's amazing when I text him he gets confused and always misses erasing incriminating text. Of course they are always from the lady's side. He can so easily say that he can't control them. Well, Isela sent him this, "Hola mi amor de mis amores" Well, at least there was no kissies faces. HAH! Then he gets mad at me and acts like I am accusing him unfairly when I question his whereabouts and what he is doing with his time. What an ass! I heard before he left he called on of the 'sisters' of the church to ask if her new orthopedic shoes were helping... Did I mention that he took her to get the shoes fitted. ANNND he has taken and waited with other guys at the hospital for her when she needs emergency help. So why would he do this for a person he just met and not for his family? Our boy asked that very question last night when he got left to take care of a post op child. I really don't question this woman, but I may be surprised. I think she reminds Nabal of his mother. But the good version.
So, birthday dinner with Nabal. It hurt him to talk to us. He actually looked pained when he had to answer and only with yes and no. He wasn't even listening most of the time and kept checking his phone. Our girl was joking with him he about useing a shampoo to help his hair grow (which she uses, His family has thin hair) and some question about his tan. He got soooo mad, all he heard was you're bald and something critical about his skin. This is the man who makes fun of everyone... especially us. Our girl is a beauty- not just my opinion she's a model. and the boy is an accomplished musician and athlete. He tells her her color contacts make her ugly, He's critical and just playful edging on mean most of the time. Tells us we are too sensitive if we can't take a joke. Turn it around and not even being mean he gets all upset like he's been disrespected. I have to get the children to check because my eyes aren't as good as they used to be and not in restaurant lighting. His eyes looked like they haveHe's a yellow cast to them. Maybe it's my imagination. He's hiding now. I gotta find out what he's hiding in the bathroom drawer. He may have moved on to stronger drugs... He's scratching his neck a lot just like the comedians when they imitate a crack head. He has boasted that he has tried it before. Weird, it's like he's sundowning. Wants to talk all day then at night... He's fiending for a fix of something. He taught on the Hebrews tonight. Yes, be careful who is teaching you. Feed yourselves (read the Bible for yourselves) so you won't fall for any trap of the enemy. I can't imagine what Nabal is teaching. Maybe the Holy Spirit is working on him, thus the attitude. He has been wanting the audio Bible for years. I got him a set recently. He has not listened to any of them.
So if anyone ever reads this and you are dating an alcoholic. Let this all serve as a warning. Nabal chooses his bottle first. We, his flesh and blood falls somewhere below women he would like to talk into bed, and strangers in trouble. This is a truth. Once the bottle is their first love it puts any rival at the end of the line. Alcoholism is a jealous lover, it's biggest rival are wife/lover and kids. Nabal would do anything... an-y-thing to keep himself drinking and smoking pot. We are a hinderance and he is coming/came to hate us.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Still Tuesday
So our boy sent me a text- Nabal is drunk. No new news. Well he ran into people from our town and he's 2 hours away. Spanish people that he knows, who happen to be working down there. People who are very faithful christian people in our town. Seems his first reaction was that he was annoyed that he could not continue his drinking. In the end Nabal was so sloshed the siren's call from his bottle overcame him and he just drank while they were there! He had the protege and young Pablo to drink with. Our boy has this for evening's entertainment. Well, bless Pete after the folks left the Protege wanted to fight Pablo... and they did. Pablo won the first fight. The Protege picked up a bottle to use as a club for the second fight. He put it down saying, "The devil is tempting me." So where is Nabal in all this. Texting- he couldn't be bothered. He was using the Protege's phone. Nabal is way over his allotted number of text for this month and I think he believes that the Protege has more. They share 250. Right now he is about $50 over, and at 20¢ per over his plan. He has texted about 500 text. This is a person who didn't even know how to text before last Thanksgiving.
I just don't like Pablo, well not really don't like. I do not trust him. There is something dead in his eyes.Tonight he and Nabal were having swimming races there at the lake. Drunk. Our boy was readying himself incase he had to save one of them. You see no matter how drunk Nabal gets, Pablo is always less drunk. There is a competition there and the younger does not respect Nabal. Nabal can't see this. I am getting a feeling that this boy may be dangerous in that he wants to take Nabal down by lulling him into trust. Pablo, when he thinks no one is looking looks at Nabal with contempt. I think this is where the fights between him and the Protege stem from. The Protege really looks up to Nabal and seeks to emulate him, Pablo on the other hand sees Nabal as a weak old sot a caricature of who Nabal thinks he appears to be. Image is everything to him. His insecurities push him to folly. Pablo wants to oust the old alpha dog. And Nabal doesn't even see it coming. These young men are in their 20's. Nabal is in his 40's and he is trying to act like he is a cool, hip young playboy. Again because of his insecurities- Nabal is in his mid 40's and really believes that his life is over, that he is too old. Why didn't he just buy a motorcycle...
I just don't like Pablo, well not really don't like. I do not trust him. There is something dead in his eyes.Tonight he and Nabal were having swimming races there at the lake. Drunk. Our boy was readying himself incase he had to save one of them. You see no matter how drunk Nabal gets, Pablo is always less drunk. There is a competition there and the younger does not respect Nabal. Nabal can't see this. I am getting a feeling that this boy may be dangerous in that he wants to take Nabal down by lulling him into trust. Pablo, when he thinks no one is looking looks at Nabal with contempt. I think this is where the fights between him and the Protege stem from. The Protege really looks up to Nabal and seeks to emulate him, Pablo on the other hand sees Nabal as a weak old sot a caricature of who Nabal thinks he appears to be. Image is everything to him. His insecurities push him to folly. Pablo wants to oust the old alpha dog. And Nabal doesn't even see it coming. These young men are in their 20's. Nabal is in his 40's and he is trying to act like he is a cool, hip young playboy. Again because of his insecurities- Nabal is in his mid 40's and really believes that his life is over, that he is too old. Why didn't he just buy a motorcycle...
Tuesday
There is no doubt in my mind as to the factors contributing to the company losing work. Our boy texted me today to tell me that Nabal stops frequently. Not because he is tired, but to sit down and have texting sessions. Nabal is pretty sure he will have to go work for a company soon. Don't think the texting breaks will go over big there! The sad part is that Nabal is an excellent mechanic and artisan. It has been all sold away for bottles of beer... He was the best mason in town...
And I guess Nabal only told a half lie. Reverse checked the number (and let him pay for it) Maria is plain old Mary, but I did get an address. Drive bys for sure! In his phone he did have her as MR. So now do decide when to have him pay for finding out who CM is.
And I guess Nabal only told a half lie. Reverse checked the number (and let him pay for it) Maria is plain old Mary, but I did get an address. Drive bys for sure! In his phone he did have her as MR. So now do decide when to have him pay for finding out who CM is.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Monday
Well they're off! Back to the long distance job again. Just our boy with 3 adult drinkers. There was not enough room for his friend this time. He texted me tonight to tell me Nabal had so much text traffic that he was texting from his phone and the Protégé's. Horrid little man. He did remember to text me too, I should feel special that he remembered. Not!
I was reading about machoism today and the person who is of Spanish heritage went to live in Nabal's home country. He said Machoism of the other Latin countries was different from the country of Nabal's origin. In other countries there is a responsibility attached, in Nabal's country no. There, the boy/men are coddled by their mothers and women are brought up to wait on them hand and foot. The cheating is expected and the women turn a blind eye. Well, I see a breakdown in understanding right there... No wonder his mother is waiting for him to come home to be with her in her later years... She coddles, but there is a price...
I was reading about machoism today and the person who is of Spanish heritage went to live in Nabal's home country. He said Machoism of the other Latin countries was different from the country of Nabal's origin. In other countries there is a responsibility attached, in Nabal's country no. There, the boy/men are coddled by their mothers and women are brought up to wait on them hand and foot. The cheating is expected and the women turn a blind eye. Well, I see a breakdown in understanding right there... No wonder his mother is waiting for him to come home to be with her in her later years... She coddles, but there is a price...
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Sunday
Well Nabal 'preached' his first sermon today... and he admonished those in absence because they were not in the house of God, but watching the Gold Cup. WOW, pot, kettle, black... So after he got home he had his bottle of Bud Light (he's worried about his ever expanding middle) When he finished that and before he moved on to the next small Corona he says to me, "I think I'm going to give up the church." "Why?" I ask. His reply, "It's too hard."
Then towards the end of the Corona he was drunk enough to question me about his changing phone numbers. Now, he's tried to convince me that it belongs to someone else... I have seen recent text to that number- or what he thought was that number. He does not know that. My secret. Heck, he's the one with the mistress! You know, there is truth in the saying that lying is harder than telling the truth. He was talking all over himself, he'd forgotten the story he told last time. That's ok, I won't change it again- notepad tells on him every time. And I have bigger things to worry about. Is my house really full of unclean spirits, or is my boy about to crack? Either way, Nabal can go pound nails or whoever is at the end of 825-6728 for all I care. God sees all anyway, and He is my refuge, redeemer and avenger. Lord willing, another year or less...
Let's not forget that all this is within a timeframe of 4 1/2 hours from pulpit to drunken adulterer.
Last week Nabal wondered why the church would not grow. He blamed everything under the sun, but he never questioned his own ways. How, yes he invites young men to church, but then either gets drunk with them or around them. And when he's drunk he gets out his phone and talks to the girls. The next Sunday these men never return. I don't have to wonder why. He worked with a young man who goes to church and offered him beer. When the young man declined Nabal asked whether he drank. When the young man said "No." Nabal laughed at him as if to say what kind of real man doesn't drink. I know this because our boy saw it all.
Isaiah 5 (in no particular order):
Woe to those who are heroes at drinking wine
and champions at mixing drinks.
Woe to those who call evil good
and good evil,
who put darkness for light
and light for darkness,
who put bitter for sweet
and sweet for bitter.
Woe to those who rise early in the morning
to run after their drinks,
who stay up late at night
till they are inflamed with wine.
Woe to those who draw sin along with cords of deceit,
and wickedness as with cart ropes,
Woe to those who are wise in their own eyes
and clever in their own sight.
Then towards the end of the Corona he was drunk enough to question me about his changing phone numbers. Now, he's tried to convince me that it belongs to someone else... I have seen recent text to that number- or what he thought was that number. He does not know that. My secret. Heck, he's the one with the mistress! You know, there is truth in the saying that lying is harder than telling the truth. He was talking all over himself, he'd forgotten the story he told last time. That's ok, I won't change it again- notepad tells on him every time. And I have bigger things to worry about. Is my house really full of unclean spirits, or is my boy about to crack? Either way, Nabal can go pound nails or whoever is at the end of 825-6728 for all I care. God sees all anyway, and He is my refuge, redeemer and avenger. Lord willing, another year or less...
Let's not forget that all this is within a timeframe of 4 1/2 hours from pulpit to drunken adulterer.
Last week Nabal wondered why the church would not grow. He blamed everything under the sun, but he never questioned his own ways. How, yes he invites young men to church, but then either gets drunk with them or around them. And when he's drunk he gets out his phone and talks to the girls. The next Sunday these men never return. I don't have to wonder why. He worked with a young man who goes to church and offered him beer. When the young man declined Nabal asked whether he drank. When the young man said "No." Nabal laughed at him as if to say what kind of real man doesn't drink. I know this because our boy saw it all.
Isaiah 5 (in no particular order):
Woe to those who are heroes at drinking wine
and champions at mixing drinks.
Woe to those who call evil good
and good evil,
who put darkness for light
and light for darkness,
who put bitter for sweet
and sweet for bitter.
Woe to those who rise early in the morning
to run after their drinks,
who stay up late at night
till they are inflamed with wine.
Woe to those who draw sin along with cords of deceit,
and wickedness as with cart ropes,
Woe to those who are wise in their own eyes
and clever in their own sight.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Saturday
Q: When is an alcoholic lying? A: Lips moving! Lips moving!!
Nabal almost had me convinced he wasn't talking to gas station bimbo anymore. Then I found out he had filed her number under a different place... Caught a text from him to her. (very rare indeed) Asking what she was doing and could he go over and see her. Later after a show down he wiped all her numbers from his phone, thank goodness for notepad... He had just dialed her free hand.
I see Isela's daughter had her quincenera. 'Denver Elvira' forwarded pics. I think he's contemplating sending a present, only problem is since he has me do everything, he doesn't know how to send packages. Don't think he's going to ask me to do that... but on second thought he does have that kind of nerve. He's about out of money and would only be able to send a pretty cheesy amount. And he's tried so hard to make out like he's the big cheese to all of them.
Well the big news is since the one 'pastor' of his church left them (and is now trying to recruit the last few people at their church), the other 'pastor' is said to be sending nude pics of women to some of his other buddies. Of course my husband was talking to another girl at the gas station where his paramour works. This young lady apparently goes to another church in town and hosts a bible study every saturday night. He asked why he had never been invited! I'm guessing she doesn't know he has been trying to get into the pants of her co-worker! Maybe she was thrown off by all the beer he buys! Well, back to the nude picture sending pastor. After that revelation- he's out. Now who will preach on Sundays???... Of course! Nabal!!! Yeah, I got this news after he had swilled 6 beers and asked me if I hid some from him... He was making food at 3 am. And he wonders why he's getting fat! He has turned over a new leaf- he now studies his Bible between bottles. He also is buying into some weird new doctrine. I think he made it up, but it's possibly from some hack prosperity preacher. When people leave their church bad things happen and the only way to make them stop is to return to church. WOW, the gospel according to Nabal! God have mercy on Nabal and our family! Nabal seems to forget that just like everyone else's dirt is coming out his will too one day!
Six months left to school, then pass the national tests- Lord be my helper! Then the kids and I can move on from all this drama... I have lost the man I married to a bottle of suds... The honest upstanding man is gone if he was ever there. I have tried to think. Was I holding that picture because I was trying to hold the family together, was it ever real?
Nabal's brother is a big Warlock and his buddies he drinks with are all connected to witchcraft, now there is something loose in the house. Maybe the Lord is trying to get our attention by allowing this. Nabal thinks it's a joke.
We were looking at some cheesy novella last night and there was a gang rape scene. Nabal thought it was funny. I do not get him at all...
Nabal almost had me convinced he wasn't talking to gas station bimbo anymore. Then I found out he had filed her number under a different place... Caught a text from him to her. (very rare indeed) Asking what she was doing and could he go over and see her. Later after a show down he wiped all her numbers from his phone, thank goodness for notepad... He had just dialed her free hand.
I see Isela's daughter had her quincenera. 'Denver Elvira' forwarded pics. I think he's contemplating sending a present, only problem is since he has me do everything, he doesn't know how to send packages. Don't think he's going to ask me to do that... but on second thought he does have that kind of nerve. He's about out of money and would only be able to send a pretty cheesy amount. And he's tried so hard to make out like he's the big cheese to all of them.
Well the big news is since the one 'pastor' of his church left them (and is now trying to recruit the last few people at their church), the other 'pastor' is said to be sending nude pics of women to some of his other buddies. Of course my husband was talking to another girl at the gas station where his paramour works. This young lady apparently goes to another church in town and hosts a bible study every saturday night. He asked why he had never been invited! I'm guessing she doesn't know he has been trying to get into the pants of her co-worker! Maybe she was thrown off by all the beer he buys! Well, back to the nude picture sending pastor. After that revelation- he's out. Now who will preach on Sundays???... Of course! Nabal!!! Yeah, I got this news after he had swilled 6 beers and asked me if I hid some from him... He was making food at 3 am. And he wonders why he's getting fat! He has turned over a new leaf- he now studies his Bible between bottles. He also is buying into some weird new doctrine. I think he made it up, but it's possibly from some hack prosperity preacher. When people leave their church bad things happen and the only way to make them stop is to return to church. WOW, the gospel according to Nabal! God have mercy on Nabal and our family! Nabal seems to forget that just like everyone else's dirt is coming out his will too one day!
Six months left to school, then pass the national tests- Lord be my helper! Then the kids and I can move on from all this drama... I have lost the man I married to a bottle of suds... The honest upstanding man is gone if he was ever there. I have tried to think. Was I holding that picture because I was trying to hold the family together, was it ever real?
Nabal's brother is a big Warlock and his buddies he drinks with are all connected to witchcraft, now there is something loose in the house. Maybe the Lord is trying to get our attention by allowing this. Nabal thinks it's a joke.
We were looking at some cheesy novella last night and there was a gang rape scene. Nabal thought it was funny. I do not get him at all...