My time

When Cindy left the boys, they were young, I believe Tyler was about eight years old. Jamie eventually got out of the military and married Rene. Rene is the sweetest woman and you would have never known her family was loaded, money loaded. Rene worked at a bank even though, I‘m told, no one else works in her family. Rene’s family was filthy rich but Rene never acted like it. Jamie and the boys definitely benefitted from this, also made them selfish and materialistic. 

Rene did help me out with the apartment when I left Tyler and she helped me pay them off and repaid her with payments. Rene is a strong independent woman, I can’t image why she stays with a man that treats her like Jamie does. That’s my opinion, it’s my book, I can say whatever I want. 

Jamie raised his first two boys with Cindy introducing them to weed at a younger age. I say younger as in, they didn’t know about it until their dad gave it to them, before their friends were even got into it. I bet Jamie thought it would help, they all have some mental issues, bipolar, ADHD, ADD, who knows what else. These boys could have no mental issues, but we will never know since they haven’t been completely sober their entire teen to adult life. 

Cindy did tell me that Tyler was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder, hard to believe since there is more than one to be diagnosed, an RN would know that. Anyways, Tyler and Deric got into the hard shit early. Deric had more of a control on it, as he was selling it to Tyler. I remember a time Tyler and I fought and I left, very pregnant and still on bedrest. I decided to park down the street to see what he would do. He called his brother and his friends to come over and hang out. I gave them enough time to get comfortable and I walked in. Drugs were on the coffee table, the room was filled with smoke. I walked in and raised a living hell on them. 

Can you picture it?  A five foot -nothin, huge pregnant woman and an attitude bigger than you can imagine.  Once I noticed they ate my angel food cake I was on fire, someone was going to die. They all escaped with their lives, and in a hurry left their pipes and shit in my living room. As they pulled away I threw the pipes at them, screaming. I‘m sure everyone around didn’t think anything of it, this became the norm for us. After I threw the pipes  at their car and they shattered on the parking lot, I swept them up, can’t leave glass in a parking lot. I went inside and just cried myself to sleep. Tyler didn’t come home that night either, he went MIA for four days, his brother didn’t know where he was cause he kicked him out when he ran out of money, two days prior.

This time in my life was supposed to the happiest time of my life, I’m pregnant with a life, a part of me and Tyler. This was supposed to be special time for me, for our families, and friends. Instead there was only pain, heartache, and disappointment. I went to most of my appointments alone, I took care of myself alone, the person that was supposed to be there for me wasn’t. I was in denial, Tyler wasn’t going to change, not like my brother did.