My time

Now, here is where people ask me, what did the school do about it? Nothing, what could they do?

If I couldn’t force him to do it, they surely weren’t able to. Getting Trey to go to school was a job in itself, every morning was a battle. The older he got the worse the mornings got. By high school, Trey had already been in trouble with the law, multiple times.

By the first quarter of 2022, I had given up on myself. I had taken over 180 pills of my anti-depressants at once, hoping it would take me in my sleep. No, my son was not home and I regretted it as soon as I done it. I text a friend I knew would help me, and he did. Moving on…

At this time, I was unemployed again for the second time. I had a great job with a company that terminated me for having an OnlyFans, if you know what I mean. I’m not ashamed that I had an OnlyFans, I looked pretty good at my age and thought it would be a quick buck. My full time job was not cutting it with the bills and life style Trey had accustomed to while we were with Dave. I never wanted to have to say “no, we can’t afford it” again. That was one thing I said to him almost daily when we were in Illinois with only my income.

I was determined to keep our life as it was. 

What I didn’t plan was all the legal fees, hospital bills, rehabs, doctors appointments, and so on. The more Trey and I fought, the more he didn’t respect me at all. Every fight we had he would get in my face, yelled and screamed to get his way. I could only fight for so long, he wore me down, just like Dave had. It wasn’t until I found our therapist, Chris, that pointed this out to me.