My Story Part 15

 I filed for divorce in May 2011. I started seeing a random guy I met one night. He was not too happy when he heard. One night my new boyfriend and I  had ordered some food to take home to eat and watch the movie and chilled at home. He was blowing my phone up all night with random fucked up text threatening me, threatening my boyfriend, just talking shit. He had relapsed and was strung out on heroin. We go to bed in my bedroom and my son was asleep in his bed in my bedroom it was kind a hot in there so we open the window and fell sleep. I woke up to see in like flashes I’m hearing some noises of things falling over by my window. I jumped up trying to figure out what the fuck. I called the cops to report someone trying to break in my pad. Cops come by a little while later and say they found him not to far from my pad. He was still texting me from the back of the cop car asking for me to not have him arrested. Apparently he must of had a sudden memory loss of what he was just texting me a few hours earlier.

They end up taking him to jail. I go down to courthouse and file restraining order. Because our son was an infant and that was the only thing he was fighting on the restraining order, the judge order that I allow supervised visits through a mutal friend. He’s back on the heroin and only had A handful at the most to visit. He’s fighting the case from trying to come to my window and ends up taking a plea bargain for tampering with the witness that was for texting me after they already arrested him. The county was apparently done messing with him and sent him to prison I don’t remember how much time he got.

During that time I had busting my ass working and doing classes for my CADC. I ended up giving certified and actually end up signing up take my level two certification but ended up missing my testing.

When he went to prison I seen that as my opportunity to get my son out of here and away from him. So we moved to Southern California where I had a job waiting for me in cathedral city. I found a room to rent from some girl in thermal.

I finally had surgery on my right shoulder it was messed up from breaking my collar bone in the car accident Evan died in. I traded my stick shift vehicle in for a 2012 Dodge Advenger. I loved that car it was nice. Most importantly it was automatic so that when I had surgery a few days later I wouldn’t be stuck at home and could get bought the car July 5, 2013 and by August 5, 2013 I was loading up my vehicle with what my son and  I was taking to start our new life in California. I left seaside Oregon and drove to my aunt’s place in Reno, NV. Where my son and I spent the night.

The next day we get up and I get ready to take off and my cousin tells me to just leave my son until I get settled in California the come get him. Because I did not know the girl where I was renting a room, I had no daycare set up for him. So I end up leaving my son in Reno and take off to Vegas for the next stop. Idk I was there it least a week. I was due to start my new job on a Monday I stayed in Vegas until the friday before I started.

I guess my family was convened I wasn’t even going to show up in Cali for my new job. But it was already set in my mind to show up in person, to fuck my job off. So after 5 days in Vegas, off to Cali I go.

To be continued....