I deliberately called 911 and hung up. Because I knew the police would come.
I also felt sick that there was never any depression with Nick. He just hid drugs and alcohol. I did not know if he had a gun in his car. Someway, somehow, I convinced Nick to meet me at a coffee shop.
As he stepped out of the doorway he spun around pulled out his keys waving them in front of my face. He said he could get in the house at any time…and that parking cars in the field I am sure that is illegal, too. His oily pocked frowning face hardly familiar. I just nodded, as he headed to his car.
I had changed all the locks days after he left–13 months ago. I locked the door to the family room. Then I ran up the stairs to make sure he had left. I called back the police. I told them I had hung up the phone, but I was in trouble. I then waited for 5 minutes as the 911 operator had told me to.
Nick had gotten out of his car. Screaming you bitch and pounding on the front door that was locked. Two police officers came. ( This was now 5 police I had to deal with since March 2010.) Nick went back to his car and told the police he needed in the house to get his belongings. “The police said to me that poor Nick just wanted to come in the house and get his things. Now, why would I not let him come into his own house?”
I knew RIGHT then that Nick was playing them.
”WE ARE DIVORCED!” The police officer face tightened. “That is not what Nick says! ” The police didn’t know that Nick had told them this was his house. I just kept saying no, no we are divorced to the officer until finally the tears started to come. The police backed down they took it all the more serious and told me to go get the Divorce Decree.
When I came back they read it. The shorter officer gave a low whistle and the other officer’s mouth fell open. They both looked at each other in disbelief then back at me. Handing back to me the Divorce Decree the officer said, ‘Oh mame…i’m sorry it looks like we got layed. When i came back the police said Nick was in his car parked at the end of the driveway. They started to walk down the steps of the deck and turned around said to his partner, ‘The jerk has left already.”
I had to quit claim deed and decree with me constantly. I had to show to the mortgage, to the police, etc. To afraid to tell them that he pushed me against the wall with a door. The police told me to go back to court and get another restraining order now.
This would be the 3rd one.
I leaned against the closed door. Biting my lip and clenching my eyes shut. Until i heard the knock on the family room door.
OH NO! All this time my renters were standing outside, because i had locked the family room door. They must have heard everything, I and the police said. I apologized but my tears were ahead of my words. I threw down the divorce papers on the kitchen counter. Ran out the door and down the hill to my neighbor.
But I was lucky enough to have a caring kind neighbor, who herself had been involved with an alcoholic husand, and knew the push and pull of loving someone you can’t love anymore. I kept crying that grandpa would ask for there money back.
In the morning it was Saturday and I apologized. For the first time we all ate breakfast together with the two boys and grandpa.
They had one more week with me and stayed and never asked for their money back and never asked questions.