Sunday

All the trouble was at the beginning of the week, Wednesday to be exact. Nabal came in late around 11:30. Dinner that night had been breakfast, bacon and omlets with onion, portabellas, tomatoe and cheese. He came downstairs and started in on me about something he wanted me to change about myself then suddenly got up said there was no talking to me and went upstairs. I could hear cast iron banging everywhere. The stove, the floor, then something else I couldn't recognize. I could hear violence in every sound. Finally I went upstairs realizing he was hungry. I had saved some of the sauted veggies for his omelete. He had kielbasa in a small frying pan and much of it was on the floor. Said he wanted nothing from me. My cooking was 'bu-sh*t' all my cooking was... I disappeared back down the steps. Texted the kids to close doors and stay out of his way. I prayed he would pass out as soon as he sat down, and that's just what happened. Thank you Lord! Next morning I found that he had out a clever and had been chopping with it with all his force in the small cast iron pan. That next evening he was home when the kids and I got in. He whistled to us as we came in motioned me to come sit next to him and watch TV. Wasn't happening... For him nothing noteworthy happened. I'm wondering if he is trying to turn a corner. It's my absolute line in the sand if he ever touches me. I'm done already and trying to get myself together. If he hit me it would be instantly over. I don't know if I ever wrote down his explanation for driving the kids and friends while he was drunk. On the church van as soon as he got home from church. He told me while he was sober- Someone had to take them... You weren't around. (I was in school. I would have taken them on the weekend.) He wasn't drunk! After I described his behavior he just said he'd have to speak with the kids. Laughed a little at his antics. Was more amused than anything. This I brought up a few months ago when he was not understanding why I was sleeping in the basement and so distant. He still looked befuddled, probably a ploy to convey the implausability of my rememberances. Well I'm on to that and never fall for it again.