Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Six of Swords, part two
My first marriage lasted almost ten years. The secret to our success, overseas deployments. During my world tour she entertained quite often. She had a gastric bypass, losing several years worth of vice and sloth. I don't know exactly when she stared up again, but while I was in Iraq she hit bottom and took our kids with her. There was a man in my chair when I walked in the door. My heroes welcome.
They sent me home early because she had attempted suicide, twice. And it became a child welfare issue. My first morning at home I was awoke by child Protective services knocking at the door. If I had arrived a few hours later they would have been taken. They thanked me for my service to our country.
There was a tinkle. The lite sound of breaking glass, but small. when I opened the door to the bathroom she was trying to hide the crack cocaine under a towel. I told her to leave, I was calling the police and pressing charges. I would give her a head start. She didn't even put up a fight and went to get some clothes from the bedroom. She was standing near the door asking for money when she started seizing from the overdose. I called 911 and had to started rescue breathing. She had stabilized when they took her away.
I loved the Army. I was good at it. I was discharged early for "family hardship, do to parenthood". The Army won't keep you if your a single parent with soul custody.
It's a high fly ball to left center field.
Now I run a care home for the developmentally disabled. I am home in the morning to see my kids off to school. I am home when they get off the bus. I have chores waiting for them after I check there home work. Their teeth are brushed and their clothes are clean, I think. Like father like step son.