Christmas 2014

Where do I begin...?

Nabal decided 2 weeks ago to remodel the kitchen. Why yes just before Christmas. He thought it wouldn't take a long time. This, even though he's worked around other kitchen remodels. He's smarter, faster and better than all those professionals... So Christmas with no kitchen...

Nabal got into a high priced bottle of blended Whiskey. Our boy, who works for a European company and they entertain upper level executives, bought the bottle for tasting on special occasions. Alas, he left it in reach of Nabal, and 1/3 of the bottle vanished. Lesson learned I believe.

We were planning dinner after we opened presents. Odd but true, Nabal wasn't aware. He was passed out by 5pm. We, the children and I, found an Indian restaurant open and had our usual breaking of bread.

Before I left the house...I had to take a look at Nabal's phone.

A few weeks ago he asked should he get presents for the kids. After all..he loved them.

He was so incredibly busy...he didn't have time to purchase anything.

Nabal had given Mary money to buy presents for children and grandchildren. She 'hinted' three times, with pictures, the Michael Kors bag she wanted. Promised him her 'a$$' all he'd missed from either his or her birthday. He wants to shave her privates... Bless Pete, he found time to buy her the bag $356.23! Christmas eve shopping.

I left it open and by 8 o'clock he must have awaken and realized his predicament. Suddenly Nabal was begging Barry. Calling, texting. "I don't want anyone but you. Please take me back. I'll be nice ok."

He can stew.

This pushed me over the edge. Last nail in the coffin of our defunct marriage.

I guess that was the Christmas miracle.

Thanksgiving Weekend Party(s)

So I pulled out headed back to work and the fainting dead drunk Nabal rallied. He invited some friends over and they were loud and raucous late into the night.

I heard of it because dear daughter, who is now assistant manager at her store, had to awaken quite early for her black Friday shift. Her all day shift. She came out a few times begging quiet. She finally broke when he told the assembled, "Don't worry, she'll be alright." Needless to say...she yelled and fussed at our aged teenager...

Next night Nabal came in with a crew. Pablito's sister got married. They came in...at 4 a.m.! Our boy was called to help bring in a keg. Yes...keg. He asked them where they got it. No one seemed to be able to say for sure... We live in a college town. Let's hope it was left over from the wedding.

Pablito wanted to 'open' said keg and asked our boy how. He told them they needed a tap. Pablito suggested a hammer. (I kid you not)

Our boy took videos. Videos of drunks...trying to punch a punching bag...and generally breaking stuff. But tis true, God watches out for fools, babies and drunks. Why the mirror never shattered, nor feel over and cut one or more of them to ribbons. This was between 5:30 and 6 a.m. Our girl, working that morning, did not need to rise until 8. They made so much noise they awoke her. Her father, unphased, tried to joke about it all. She told me she couldn't believe the words coming from her mouth. She let him have it.

And there we have both children cursing their parent...for good reason on two separate occasions. They, the teens and young adults, found it necessary to play the part of adult to our 50 something irresponsible teenager.

Funny, Nabal never breathed a word. When brought up, he first downplayed and denied. Once the videos surfaced...you'd have thought he was watching his favorite clips from YouTube. He was...so proud. You know just funning!

Drunkus Interruptus

Our boy is house sitting for his boss. Nabal told him to not let them make him their slave... All they see is a Mexican boy to order around... My boy said his boss told him it was a little escape from his dad. Or boy told Nabal he's trying out independence.

I told the boy to shake off his father's words like so much dust.

A grasping drunk, he wants to keep everyone around to play his drama off of... He told the young man he would always be there for him, and this was just a job. Tried to guilt him into coming home! Nabal cares for no one but Nabal. (period)

Talking to Nabal: the boy is taking care of someone's dog for a month, and I don't like it. He's not here, you're not here. That's it, you can't go to work anymore. Poor little Nabal...

What were the kids doing while he was out nights with Mary? He didn't seem to worry to awful much... Oh, our girl is still home...working long hours. (crickets) Poor little Nabal.

Tuesday

Last week I found a treasure trove of texts... Mary and Nabal. Them spending nights together. Him checking on her period... Her at it's end and him begging to get in it. Asking to eat... Them fighting, her threatening to send me all his messages to her, to me. Her calling him a dirty drunk. Really? She was surprised he wasn't a man of God? Told him he was instead evil... Pay her phone, her tuition. Telling him he can stay the night at her house. Asking would they spend the entire night at a hotel.

Screen shot, sent from his phone to mine. Next stop lawyer, because I know none of that is permissible evidence...in my state. You gabber got to practically be in the bedroom with them...

What did surprise me is that I think he's also banging our old realtor. Something of a sot herself. Now in her 70's. Just before his invite to her to go to a hotel...there was a text from her for him to "delete delete" their previous conversion... Julie G. thought we were ok... Can't trust anyone.