I'm driving back to my kids tonight. I don't even think of my house as home. It's mine by virtue of it being heir property. I'm stopping to write at a rest stop...because I really don't want to deal with Nabal.
Last night he left a message. Very business like. Left his name. Like I maybe wouldn't know who it was...
Today he called while I was at work. I really did think to call him and get it over with. I just couldn't bring myself to call.
He called shortly after I got on the road. He started on some long winded story about some guy he worked for years ago. The guy became a missionary to Mexico. The tale telling took forever. Then he asked if I liked the story. Huh? Who the heck asks that? Did I understand what he said. WTF? If course I understand! He wants 'us' to go visit the man and see his efforts. What?! I told him he could go. (Please!) He pressed that 'we' go. Everything he said I just answered- no! I had to go, is been there before.
He's searching for the hook. That one scenario that will drag me back in. That one perfect thing. How crazy is he? He knows I love the Lord. He knows (remembered) I really like the Sierra Madres. He must have thought that was a stroke of brilliance.
Did he really think I'd lose my mind over that story? Fantasy world at its best. Woe for me.
Then he told the story of how Hector was arrested. No license, 3 outstanding tickets... Then there was some convolution. He remembered his head hurting in an odd way, and not feeling well. He was to get Hector out of jail today. He completely forgot! The man's wife/ex-wife called and he had no recollection...
Was he drinking last night? Don't know. Kids don't know. If not...really bad.
Well, it's late enough. Praying he's asleep.
Women's shelter week for a meeting. Praying for a lead to a good lawyer.
I'm seriously wondering if I let him know what I really know. Would he desist and go on to his next relationship. A girl can hope, but keep reality in site... He'll try to weasel his way out of that.
Like the feeble excuses he gave Mary after their violent encounter. He thinks they are viable reasons to let him remain in ones life. Worked with Mary...but she's hoping for more money to fall from that quarter. I...want nothing more than to never lay eyes on Nabal ever again in life. I wish him well...somewhere else.
Thank you Lord! He's passed out drunk, sitting up in the living room. I walked right past him and turned off all the lights.
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