Like I said, we wanted to start having children right away and on March 5th, 2007 we welcomed our baby girl into this world. We named her after my mother, and called her Casie for short. She was my light – everything about her was more perfect then I ever imagined. It wasn’t long after (seriously, about four months later) we found out baby number two would soon be joining our happy little family. But, our path started to get a little rocky.
Brent started acting very strange, almost comparable to someone on some strong drugs. My father-in-law was awesome. I could literally call him and say “your son is acting crazy” and within a day or two, he would make the familiar path down Interstate 75 from Detroit to Louisville. He was the only person on this Earth that could straighten Brent up. However, on one occasion there was no time to wait for Brent’s father to arrive. The police were involved and I had no other choice then to file what’s called a Mental Inquest Warrant (MIW) on my husband. My sister picked me up in the middle of the night, took me downtown to the court house, and I spent the remainder of the night with her. The next day, I went to pick up breakfast and was told that my debit card was reported as stolen. Immediately, I went to the bank to see what was going on and apparently Brent was the one to report it. And since the card was already cancelled, I would have to wait 7-10 business days before my new card would arrive.
While I was at the bank, Brent called my cell phone and started screaming at me that he was on his way to pick up our daughter from my parents house and there was nothing I could do about it. I rushed home and called 911. The police officer arrived before Brent and I was able to explain to him the whole situation. He left and told me that he would be in the area to call if Brent showed up. Moments later, I heard my sister scream out from the front room that the police had Brent outside. I walked out and Brent was still in this crazy, insane act. Warning him that I filed an MIW wouldn’t even shut him up and all I could do was start to cry uncontrollably. The police officer turned to me and asked if I had the papers from filing the MIW and if so, to go get them. When I came outside with the requested information – the police made a call and it wasn’t long till Brent was cuffed and escorted away. I remember him still cussing me the whole time. We used to do this silly sign language thing pointing at our eye, then heart, and then point at the other one to say “I love you” …. When the police car was driving away, I made that statement to him ….. His response was very clear. Lip reading was not always my specialty, but let’s just says if he could have given me sign language back – it would have consisted of only his middle finger. I couldn’t believe this was the same man! It wasn’t …. It wasn’t the guy that I knew! And at that point in my life, that was the absolute hardest thing I had ever experienced. I felt like I should hate him, but my love seemed a little stronger. It was weird – I was weird, but I was also very much pregnant and a ball of hormones.
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