A drug addict is a very manipulative
person. If I had a penny for every time that I told someone that Brent would
make it big in Hollywood, I would be a millionaire. He’s a true actor and very
believable.
Brent called my mom crying one day
telling her that he needed help. He recognized his drug problem and needed
someone to take him back to the hospital. He loved her and felt that he had
more of a relationship with her then his own mother. Of course, she fell victim
to his game and went to pick him up to deliver him to the mental hospital. He
begged her to stay because he was turning over a new leaf and wanted her to
hear everything. The nurse started with the assessment and one of the questions
was “when did you first start using?’. His answer “fourteen”! Fourteen?!? Are
you freaking kidding me? I will be the first to admit; I drank my fair share of
alcohol and smoked pot during my time before children. But, the second I found
out I was pregnant – I quit everything; including smoking cigarettes. Yes, I
have an occasional drink or two but my children come before anything! And
nothing on this Earth is worth putting their life in jeopardy or losing them
over.
After he was admitted, Brent turned
to my mom and gave her the keys and requested that she take care of the house
and dog while he was hospitalized. Upon our arrival, which might I add was very
scary, I was mortified. The house was so filthy – I took my dog. It wasn’t
suitable for her to live in, much less a human being. The electricity bill
wasn’t paid, so there were no lights. The smell was so nasty that most people
that entered ended up stepping outside sick. Sex toys were literally
everywhere! It was apparent that Brent never let the dog out to use the
bathroom – urine and fecal matter filled the floors. My home, that once was
beautiful, was now a crack house. One of our visits, we felt there was someone
upstairs hiding, because the smell of crack was very fresh. I ran around the
house and gathered some of my belongings, mostly the children’s clothes, toys,
and memorabilia. The things that I took had that foul odor in them, so it
really wasn’t feasible of taking too much. I started looking through the mail
and found where there was lien after lien on the property and that the mortgage
company started the foreclosure proceedings, bills from Victoria’s Secret that
totaled several hundred dollars. Receipts of cash checking companies that
charged 200% interest. And then, here was the killer. When I stepped outside,
the neighbors from streets away greeted me to tell that Sex Crime Detectives
have questioned all of them about Brent, there were several different women
taking residence in the house, and that the drug dealers still pulled in the
garage to make their deals and then would be on their merry way. The police
were very familiar with the house and seemed to be there at least once a week.
If you listened close, you could hear my heart shatter in five million pieces.
I knew that I was no longer dealing with the Brent I once knew and loved. This
was a new person and a real monster. Brent’s father had worked his entire life
to make sure his boys were taking care of and the estate that was well over a
million dollars – literally went up in smoke, dwindling away to next to nothing!
After I collected my thoughts, I knew
what I had to do. My first step was to go to the Internal Revenue Service to
see where we actually stood with the taxes. Guess what? They weren’t filed
since 2008 and Brent made some error in claiming his children from his past
marriage from 2006 and we owed money – A LOT of money. Although, I could have
played the injured spouse card, my main concern was to bring everything
current. I filed married, filing separate claiming my children, and then took
what little money I had and paid what was owed from the back taxes. The IRS was
so nice! They really worked with me and even cut some of the penalty charges.
Since mine and Brent’s taxes were filed before together, they gave me a print
out of the income. For 2009, Brent received over $104,000 from one income and $194,000
for another (plus lots more). He had that kind of money and he wasn’t paying
any of his bills?!? Was this for real? Literally, there’s one person spending
that kind of money, and I had for just myself and the children $6,740 for 2009
and $7,048 for 2010. I couldn’t understand why a man wouldn’t want to take care
of his children before his disgusting crack addiction. I mean seriously, the
dude has six children and I can say my children never saw a penny of it, and
I’m willing to bet my life that the other children didn’t either. By calling
him a “dead beat dad” wouldn’t begin to describe this monster!
There was a check on the bar in our
kitchen from the insurance company for the Acadia. It was at the local
dealership because Brent wrecked it two times since he got it back after it was
stolen. One time he blacked out while driving down the road. And the next time,
he ran into someone on the expressway. The insurance company obviously dropped
him after all of this. I don’t know about you, but after realizing that, I have
a new fear when transporting my children around town – wondering if there is
someone cracked out driving next to me. Any how, I went to the dealership to
get the Acadia back. It was in both of our names, so I had every right to do
what I was about to do. I was greeted by the manager who said the repairs were
finished and I could take the vehicle as long as I paid the $500 deductible and
return the “loaner vehicle”. Whoa! Hold up. Loaner vehicle?!? What!!! Once
again, I found myself dropping the same story. It wasn’t long until the J-town
Police department was involved. Apparently, the dealership let Brent use one of
their vehicles until all of the repairs were completed out of a courtesy, at no
charge to him. It was a 2009 Pearl White Pontiac G6. The officer was really
concerned because the dealership couldn’t give them any information. At that
point, I was like “what do you need? Social? Date of Birth? Height? Weight?
What?” I gave them everything. I was so tired of cleaning up his mess, it was
time he faced it on his own. Since money was extremely tight, I had to borrow
the money from my parents for the deductible. As soon as I got in the Acadia, I
drove straight to Carmax and sold that damn thing. I felt, at that point, it
was the only way I could protect myself and him. The blue book value for a
rough trade in was $19,000. Even though it was like a brand new vehicle after
the repairs, they only offered me $12,000 due to the structural damage and the
fact the airbags had been deployed. I was so hard up for cash, I accepted the
offer. I took that money and paid off the bills that had accumulated on credit
cards and what not, plus I was able to pay my parents back since they footed
the bill for doctor visits, hospital emergencies, prescriptions, shoes, winter
jackets, etc. Every penny was accounted for the second that check cleared the
bank. Once again, I was broke, but I was debt free.
Brent’s brother’s wife came to town
to see the children. This was something new, but I was accepting of it. I
wanted her to see the condition of the home and how Brent was living. While she
was there, I gave her some of the items that I knew was from their Grandma. I
figured it wasn’t long until the doors get locked from the foreclosure and I
felt that stuff was important to salvage. After she left, I gathered up what I
could along with his tools and his Grandma’s tea set. My plans all along were
to give them back to him – I’m really not the bitch he makes me out to be, but
to his brothers’ and to the court, he acts like I stole them. I probably should
have, but I’m trying to teach my children that two wrongs don’t make a right,
and I just wanted to set a good example.
When Brent was released from the
hospital, he started blowing my phone and email up. It was yet another suicide
attempt on his part. Only this time, he claimed he was going to do it outside
of my parents’ house, so that every time I would pull in their drive way the
children and I would be reminded that because I wouldn’t come back and keep our
family together, he had to kill his self. I feel like a broken record, but once
again I called the police and told them what was going on. They sent two
officers to his house and two to mine. The LMPD officers were able to catch him
at the marital residence and asked him what was up. He claimed he was just mad
and blowing off steam. The police officer that was with me told me he’s dealt
with crack addiction; in fact, he was a narcotics officer in New York City and
suggested that I go downtown and file another EPO. I did as he said, and guess
what, this time the judge saw through Brent’s bull shit and granted it for
three years. He is not allowed to contact me in anyway and has to be at least
500 feet from me at all time.
When you are dealing with a sociopath
like I am, that really doesn’t mean anything. He was always able to find a way
to get through. And all of his messages said the same thing that he was sorry
and loved me and would never put me through it again. Yet, while he was typing
it he was hugged up with a crack whore or a fellow junkie!
The children’s Christmas show at
school came around and lo and behold, father of the year was sitting front row.
I could see the excitement in my children’s eyes and since they are still too
young to know what’s going on, I didn’t want to be the one to ruin in. I kept
my distance and although I was very angry that he had balls to show up without
even putting one penny towards the tuition and despite the fact that he was
ONCE AGAIN in violation of the EPO, I let it slide. It wasn’t the time or place
to cause a scene and I didn’t want any of the children, including my own, to
see something like that go down so close to the holidays.
Finally, the day arrived of the “postponed
hearing” and I was anxious to see what was about to take place. For some
reason, I was under the impression the divorce was going to be final. So, I was
literally on the emotional roller coaster!!
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