My time

Dave encouraged me to go back to school, knowing I’d wanted to but didn’t have the money to do so. We did, as long as I kept my full time job, which worked out…for me. Like I said, he would encourage the shit of out you but you piss him off, you are the worst person on this planet. Encouraged me to go back to school, then throw it in my face I wasn’t involved with the family enough. 

This motherfucker never sat the fuck back and noticed EVERYTING I did. But he was fucking on point to the things I didn’t do, especially if it wasn’t “his way”. The details can pour out of me like it happened yesterday. Therapy with multiple therapists tend to recite every detail, point out the red flags and allow me to learn from why I had lost myself. I allowed a man to take complete control over my life, my son, everything that we were…..when he first met us. 

I tried, I tried in so many ways to make it work, I was exhausted trying. Covid made it so much worse for Trey. That’s when I could no longer keep him from seeing Dave’s other side. I still tried, even until the day I decided it was over. I was pushed to my limit, just as I did with Tyler. I didn’t want to walk away, but I couldn’t fight alone anymore either. 

Some days Trey misses Dave and some days he hates him. He hasn’t accepted the last moments they had, whatever may have happened, or accepted that Dave doesn’t want to be in his life anymore. This could be due to having a connection to me, or he could feel guilty, or he moved on without a care. We will never know, but I do know Trey has so much hes not dealing with. Just like his dad, Dave, and some of Treys friends, I hit my point.