Happy Thanksgiving!
Nabal is too drunk to eat... Last night we all went out to eat, his food wasn't consumed, to heavy he said. He indeed was sober.
It's 7:26, he's passed out standing up leaning on the stove. Told me I can save him...just sleep with him, quit work, everything back like it was. He's a victim.
(I think either Mary ditched him or he finally got her love...of his money. Even Isela doesn't seem to be biting.)
It's 10:30 pm. Nabal is complaining that our boy has some friends over talking when he (Nabal) wants to go to sleep. You know, friends visiting like normal people. I said to him, usually it's the other way around- everyone else it's trying to sleep and you are playing music loud or waking someone to tell them something.
Nabal: I never do that.
It's the same old crap. He complains, makes fun of anyone who isn't Spanish or a hood rat.
Why do alcoholics deep down want to see everyone around them fail?
Suicide is painless
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please.
Suicide would be such an easier way out...if it didn't mess up so many lives.
Everybody has bad in their lives...why do you hold onto bad things from the past? You need to let it all go and let me love you. Come sleep with me tonight and make sex.
This is all your fault. I've never done anything wrong. Its all your imagination.
Mary? Mary's mother died and she asked me for $700, then asked for more. She's after me I think. We have never eaten together or gone out. You're the love of my life. (caught red handed with all her pics on his phone)
That was all tonight...because...he was backpeddeling. I saw debris on the hall floor. It was across from a hole in the baseboard. Nabal drunkenly fired the 12 gauge in his room! WTF!!?! He gave a big grin, threw up his hands- shit happens, and giggled. I lit into him and he just kept grinning. "Why are you so upset? It was a mistake. All the could have that didn't happen."
Our daughter and several of our children's friends, young women and men, were downstairs watching a movie. Right below where the hole was. Thank you Lord no one got hurt!
Oh how I could have throttled him. He got mad....at me! Oh like you're so perfect. Its the boy's fault. I didn't know the gun was loaded. I don't know anything about guns. (lie) The law says you can't have a loaded gun in the house. (lie) I was sober. (lie) I was going to shoot the fox that killed my chickens. "Look, look it went through the wall, through the bathroom, shot marred the venetian blinds. And it didn't break the window! (he smiled proudly)
So you pulled the trigger on an empty gun? You were going to shot a fox? In the city limits? With an empty gun? What? Were you going too throw the gun at the fox?
Nabal: change subject. Begin alluding to secrets you could divulge if anyone continues to press him. You are making a little mistake into something big...
Texts:
To Mary- I like you a lot.
To Isela- por k tu eres mi 1 amor.
Here we are, back at the beginning...
Collecting divorce lawyer numbers!
Oh, tried again to 'order' me to stop working and stay at home.
I needed to start drinking and drugging with him...or he can come to church with me. You know...we need things in common..!
He can stop drinking- "I'd get pretty strict with you and be mean...but if that's what I want."
The game of life is hard to play
I'm gonna lose it anyway
The losing card I'll someday lay
So this is all I have to say
'Suicide is Painless'
You know...everyone has problems.
Classic response: lie, change the subject, deflect, blame shift, threaten to tell secrets.
When I went into the bathroom her shut the door and blocked it. The look on his face...he wanted to hit me, but was trying to get me to start the violence. I sat down on the tub across the room. Our son finally opened the door. Nabal accused him of breaking into the bathroom and interfering. I could see the want in Nabal's face. The want to hit his son.
Later he brought up the subject over and over. He is never going to do anything for his son again. Nabal looked at me and said, "He hates you. He doesn't care about you. I'm the only one who does."
A lie is coming out! That's what's going on alrighty.
Nabal: Baby I love you and no one else. You think I'm with other women...nope, I love only you. We gonna die together. I'm never gonna leave you, no matter sharer you do. I'm never gonna be mean to you every again. Sleep with me tonight. Give me some pu_ _y.
Them with his drunken ordering voice: You stay here and quit work!
First night in Nabal passed out, phone left laying around. He and Mary have been talking up a storm. I saw an Econo Lodge charge on his bank card for October 31st. Low and behold there were the plans in plane English!
Could not figure how to take a screenshot on his phone... I looked it up next day. (it was late, I was tired and not thinking)
Tonight- stumbling drunk yet again. He passed out and I got hold of the phone again. This time armed with screenshot knowhow. Would the text thread still be there? Oh yeah! And more- his regular phone... Lots of unerased text threads with both sides, or enough from either did.
Her daughter sends him a hi. She sees him all the time. She knows Mary is always with Nabal.
She begs him to talk to her.
Morning baby, she made money on their bet on a football game.
Could he pay her phone bill that day.
She sees him through emerald colored glass- the color of money!
The other night he was so drunk he pretty much told on himself. He'd tried to cheat, but got blocked every time. He figured God had stopped him...and he was mad at God for that. And he'd spent a lot of money trying to get laid. (then he just giggled to himself) Nabal rambled about getting me to some country...Mexico or Cuba. Somewhere I would have to do what he said and receive no help. There he, in his words, "would f_ck your ass good. Wow...another fit of giggles from Nabal...
He did erase her side, if she ever answered.
