Let me preface this by saying that no, the subject line of this blog has nothing to do with me and Aaron. Ok, yes, it has something to do with us, but NOT that way....you'll see lol. Saturday afternoon, the phone rang. It was "J", the male half of the one couple we hang out with. He asked us if we wanted to come over. We decided that we would, even though I hadn't talked to "W" (the wife) in a few weeks, despite having called a few times, she never returned my calls. So we make dinner and eat and then head over there. There is an extra car in the driveway, so I was more irritated at that point, coz I hate when they ask us over and then have other people over that we don't know and don't bother telling us beforehand. May be weird to you, but hey, I don't always like people, so a little warning would at least be nice.
So we walk in the house and are greeted by about 5 random kids (J and W have 2 daughters, M is 12 and B is 9), so that was fun. There is a couple there and 2 of their kids are running around plus they had a baby. And then B had a friend over spending the night, and there was a 4 year old that lives down the road from them that W was keeping because the girl's mom was sick- now, as a mom for over 8 years now, I have NEVER had someone else watch my kids coz I was sick, with a sore throat at that, I don't get it but whatever, that chick is an idiot anyhow and while we're at it, I'll tell you straight up, I can't stand that kid. I love kids, it's rare that I meet a kid that I don't like or that I think is ugly. But this kid is ugly and just annoys the piss out of me. But I digress. Forgive me for talking ill of someone's child, bless her ugly little soul. So anyways, Aaron and I were generally anti-social at that point, J had just turned on American Idol karaoke, and was asking who was playing, and I said not me, so did Aaron. And the other couple. I'm not showing my mad karaoke skills to some folks I don't know. There was some small talk, and some Wii trivia, and then the new people left. And then we all loosened up.
W got out some drinks, and said she didn't know they were going to stay that late. We played more Wii games, shuffleboard and darts and shit, watched a comedy show, and then karaoke came back out. So we started getting our karaoke on. And about halfway through, J had went off to their room/bathroom, and W went to see what was up coz Genevieve needed to pee and the only bathroom to use was the one in their room coz of the goddamned dog they have shacked up in the other bathroom (there will be more about this dog to come later). A few minutes later, she comes out with a plate in her hands, and on the plate is a small half straw, a razor blade, and some pills. She found him in the bathroom crushing the pills and about to snort them. Now some of you may recall about a year ago, a blog entry I made about having to drive someone to the hospital WITH MY FUCKING KIDS IN THE CAR because they took a shit ton of pills. Yeah, same guy. We seeing a trend here? For that story, just skim through my blog entries, you'll see it. So, she puts that shit up. And I guess she had said something about the dog that he has in the bathroom and how she hates the dog, and all of a sudden, we hear a big loud crash/thump/bang and the front door opening and then shutting, and J comes in and says "the dog is gone now, are you happy?". Aaron was near the bathroom, and he said that J had opened that bathroom door, grabbed the dog by the collar, pulled him out and slammed him into the wall then out the front door. So they start yelling and shit, about what exactly I don't recall.
Let me fill you in on this dog now. A few months ago, he was outside and this dog came up to him all sad and shit, with no collar, so he took it upon himself to bring the dog in. It was a huge white pitbull, and he apparently had a cut on his leg, so J claims to have saved this dog's life. Immediately the dog was causing problems. He would jump on their furniture and knock chairs and shit over, then he strted eating things. Like big chunks of wood on the corners of big expensive entertainment centers. So the dog was banished to the master bathroom. Where he promptly began eating the door frame, and windowsill, and cabinetry, and getting into the drawers and eating medicine and toothbrushes. So he is a bit destructive to say the least. The house they live in is a rental. They are not supposed to have animals in the house. So now they have one that has destroyed shit. The dog did the same shit to the other bathroom, which is where he stays now. The bathroom wall is the same wall as one of the walls in the garage....well, the garage floor is flooded with water, most likely due to the hole the dog had at some point knocked into the wall and bust a pipe or some shit, so there is a now a leak, and they can't call the landlord to get it fixed because of the dog being in the house and all the damage he has caused.
So anyways.....that leads up to a big part of the fight. She is always making comments about how the dog has to go , he is destroying their home and their belongings, and he just doesn't want to give the dog up. So he was bitching about how she bitches about the dog and how he saved that dog's life, and he doesn't care what the dog has done to the house coz it isn't their house. I was like, so if it were your own house would you care that the dog was destroying it? To which he replied again that he had saved the dog's life. So I said, then wouldn't it be wise that now the dog is healthy for you to find him a good loving home where he can actually live and enjoy his life instead of spending his life locked up in a fucking bathroom?? I don't know what he said but of course he was arguing. I don't know who was saying what, but he went in the bedroom, I think Aaron went in to talk to him. And a few minutes later he is yelling again, and comes out yelling about not giving a fuck about the house or some shit and punches a whole through the fucking wall. So Aaron and I are in the middle of the living room, I have Genevieve over on the couch behind us, and J is right in the doorway of the living room/hall area, and W is a feet from him. There is more yelling that I don't remember exactly what they were fighting about, but it was generally about her being a bitch and him not caring about the house or the stuff and how she was evil and always picks on him and yells at him and stuff, and then he takes his arms way up and really hard slams them against the big entertainment center, nearly sending it crashing around everything. To which W responded by popping him in the jaw. To which Aaron and I immediately both responded to by yelling HEY HEY HEY HEY coz at that point they had their hands on each other, not hitting but in that pre-fight kind of hold thing. Aaron stepped in between them and separated them, and J was still just yelling and being fucking crazy, and saying shit about see how she is, she's the devil, and blah blah I don't know what he was saying but they ended up moving closer to each other again and started to kind of scuffle again, so Aaron and I both stepped in between them this time, and Aaron grabbed J up and pulled him away, and I had W by the arm and was in front of her to keep her back. Aaron was YELLING, in his really mean really pissed yelling voice, at them, about putting their hands on each other and shit. Then Aaron drug J into the bedroom to talk. I went and picked up Genevieve, and went to get the kids, who were all holed up in a bedroom crying, and told them to get shoes on, and put them all (except Genevieve) in my truck and told them to stay put. The poor little 4 year old girl was in J and W's bed asleep, and W called her dad and told him to come get her coz J was on a rampage. He came and got her and took the other little girl with him (the one that was having a sleepover with B).
I go back in, and a few minutes later, J is back out in the living room yelling, and he sat on the couch, and I walked over to him and said look, you need to calm down, I didn't do a goddamn thing to you. And he starts yelling over me, so I yell back, saying no you need to listen, I've done nothing but ever help you guys when this shit happens, I always listen to you, and again he's yelling over me, so I step closer and say you know what then, FUCK YOU!! And I walk out, Genevieve on my hip, and go out to check on the kids again. They are,....well, still upset obviously. B is crying that she is scared of her dad and doesn't want him to live in the house anymore coz she is too scared. I try to calm them down and head back inside. Of course, there is still yelling and shit. And then his ass gets up off the couch, grabs underneath the coffee table and tosses that bitch in the air across the room. Had he tossed it just a bit harder, it would have crashed into their still pretty new 60 fucking inch TV. At this point, I flip open my cell phone and say you know what, fuck this, I am calling the cops, I can't continue to let you put your kids and my own kids, and other people's poor kids through this (we had mentioned it before but W was asking to please not coz they would lose everything) and again W is saying if the cops come we will lose everything. I almost didn't give a shit, because I can't tell you how many times I have been in that situation with them, but it has never been physical, nor has he ever destroyed so much shit (though once last summer, he did punch a picture and I of course was the one sitting in the bathroom talking to him and cleaning up his hand). And I am tired of being in the middle of their bullshit, and tired of being the one worried about all the kids, and tired of trying to fix things and be responsible for things I shouldn't be responsible for (like driving his ass to the hospital when he ate all those pills). Again, Aaron took him to the bedroom to talk, and he just let him talk it all out. Oh, I failed to mention he was drunk off his fucking ass, which again is a common theme with them. They talked for awhile, W cleaned up the broken glass from the stuff he broke when he tossed the table. I checked on the kids a few times here and there. Aaron came out, and we were trying to figure out what the fuck to do. W didn't want him in the house. They had no money for a hotel. Aaron and I both think he needs to either be committed (again) and or go to rehab because he obviously has a drinking problem, as he freely admits to drinking to try to avoid his feelings. However, the problem was also how was he going to get where ever he was going. W sure wasn't going to take him. Aaron said that we would not take him as it is not our responsibility and we shouldn't be expected to be involved with that kind of shit. But of course she also didn't want the cops involved. Well, too bad coz guess what? Not minutes later, we hear the kids talking and then the doorbell ringing and a thud. Aaron opens the door, and there are the kids and that goddamn dog, and the dog comes barreling through the house, W is able to grab his collar and get him into the bathroom. J is passed out in the bedroom. At this point it's 3:30 in the morning. And the cops are in front of the house. I don't know if someone eventually called the cops because of all the yelling or if they called coz they saw the kids out alone, or if the cop just happened to drive by and saw the kids himself. But either way, he was there. Luckily, it was a guy that Aaron used to work with who is now a civilian cop, coz we all probably could have gotten into some trouble. But he's a nice guy Aaron says, and I think he understood that in that situation, the quickest easiest solution I had for those kids to keep them fom seeing and hearing anything was to put them in the truck. Yes, I should have stayed with them, however I wasn't going to leave my husband alone to contend with those 2 fighting. The kids were safer than he was, I felt, though I know he could hold his own lol J is only about 5'5 if he's lucky. So cop comes in, tries to talk to J, and J is saying some weird shit, and they're trying to figure out what to do. W agrees that he can sleep in his car out in the driveway as long as she keeps the keys. Well, the keys are nowhere to be found. We all look for a good 30 minutes or more for the keys, and still nothing. Aaron, J, and the cop all go outside to talk, and Aaron comes back in shortly and says that the cop has suggested maybe we let J come to our house for the night. We had already discussed that earlier well before the cop came, and I was cool with it until J got pissy with me and was yelling over me and I had to tell him to get fucked. And Aaron wasn't too comfortable with it either, he had mentioned J coming to our house earlier to J, and told him that he would be expected to respect our shit and stay cool, and that if he punched a hole in our wall then he would punch a hole in his face.
Anyways, so I say that even though I am not entirely comfortable with it because I am still pretty pissed that he was disrespectful to me after all I have done for them, that we'd take him to our house, but that I would not tolerate any of the bullshit that he was pulling there at their house. So W said that she was going to call her mom in the morning (or in a few hours considering it was 5 a.m. at this point) and start moving stuff to her mom's house to move out coz she was finished. We came home, and Aaron and J stayed outside on the porch for a bit, talking and smoking cigarettes. I put Genevieve in our bed when we got in, she was asleep already, she had fallen asleep on me at some point in the night and I had laid her on the couch, and she slept through the second half of the chaos. So I slept with Genevieve in our room. I heard them come in, I was still awake, I had hidden all of our alcohol while they were outside. I heard Aaron saying something about password protected and pop up blockers, so I was figuring that J wanted to use his computer, and then I heard guitar hero come on, and that was the last I remember, I was out. Genevieve didn't wake up til 1, so we got up, and came in the living room, and J was gone, so I woke Aaron and asked where he was, he said that W had come to pick him up at about 11. Tried to call them a couple of times throughout the day. First time, M answered the phone and said her parents were asleep, that was at about 3. Funny, she didn't want him in the house the night before because she was afraid, but now they were both in the house and asleep while their kids were up running loose. Tried later in the evening and got no answer. So whatever. It's fucked up. Oh, and I won't even get into what we discovered he was looking at on Aaron's computer.
