My time

My dad, brothers, my aunt/uncle showed up to help move me back to my parents. I asked my Aunt Courtney to take Trey, so I could get more done. I was numb packing up my stuff, moving like a robot that can’t feel anything. Until Tyler finally showed up, I immediately called Tylers brothers to come get him before my dad and brothers beat him. Tyler didn’t want to leave without talking to me but after my dads look at him, he went quietly. 

After everything was packed and ready to drive away from the life I thought I had, my whole body started shaking uncontrollably. I was alone in my car packed full of mine and my sons belongs. I couldn’t even drive, I had to pull over and just let it all out. I sat there long enough to get many calls asking where I was. I couldn’t talk let alone breath to try explaining what emotions I was going through. 

Imagine it, can you? I would consider this as the worst day of my life. I was forced to leave my sons father to protect my son and have no choice but to move back in with my mother. How did my life get so fucked up?! How can Tyler not see what he’s doing to me or us?! I eventually got over it all, sucked it up and focused on me and Treyson only. That’s pretty much what I did the next 2 years, worked as much as I could to pay my debt down. 

This whole time, I’m working and raising my son in my parents basement, I was ignoring the many issues in the house. When I first moved back, both brothers were also back living with our parents. It was overly crowded house with grandkids from me and Nick. Ben and is girlfriend were living there as well. It was chaotic and I worked to stay away from the house as much as I could. I was working at the hospital a few years before having Treyson and 12 hour shifts made it hard to spend time with Trey. I would leave early while he was asleep and by the time I would get home, he would be asleep. I missed my son’s first steps while I was at work. My mother took it upon herself to try to get him to walk, she succeeded. As time went on, my mother and I were not getting along at all. Well, for one, she didn’t like my parenting skills. Like hers were so much better, please.