Relationships

So, I was in a relationship with someone that I went to grade school with. He was a cutie, I remember.  After 6th grade, everyone moved to a junior high,  so they moved and were in the other school district. I really didn't think about him till I was married.I had a dream about my grade school. He, along with others, were in it. It seemed like that next day I had a friend request from him! I said hi and asked him where he's been!?  He replied, "I took the road less traveled."   About a month goes by, and he has given me attention that I wasn't getting, and I craved. So we sparked up a romance. Maybe 6 months go by, and I moved into my mom's home. And I flew to Austin Texas to meet him again. I was there for about a week. And I'll admit,  I had a fucking blast! I met his parents,  brother, his wife and the rest of the immediate family.  I came back home with another trip planned. A month later I went back. And was going to stay 2 weeks! I planned to find a job and move down there with him. His timing was weird. He would text me at 2 AM or 4 AM.From houston saying that he was diving.  Or would just drop off the loop, for a few days. Pictures would surface on facebook of him with other females. And then removed again. Before I left though, I found out online that he had served like 12 years in prison. For bank robberies.  I asked him about it and he told me the "truth" about what happened.  I believed him.  And went back down there. Was supposed to leave 2 weeks slater but ended up staying. He gave me and ultimatum.  Telling me how he had been deprived of a woman's love for twelve years that he was in prison and that if I left that he had other people that he lined up to see. That hurt, of course so I stayed. Getting a job there was hell.  I Couldn't figure out the fact that i had a great work history and couldn't find a job, but he who served 12 years could get a job.  I was so unhappy there. I eventually found a job cleaning houses. Ritzy houses. He was on federal parole. So he had a number to call everyday,  if his number came up he had to go drop a UA for them. I find out when one of his old friends gets a hold of him that he likes, meth, and Molly. He'd get it, we'd go find some run-down motel out of Austin so he can tweek out there.  I never did the shit. We were at a motel and we went to the local Walmart. He thought that we could buy something sexy for each other, To wear. Give me one of his cards and he took off 1 way and I took off the other way. So I found something kind of sexy for him to and I thought that he'd gotten me something sexy to wear.  Because I saw Lacey stuff through his bag.   we get back to the motel room and he's like alright, get out ready what you want and I'm gonna go in the bathroom and get ready. He was in there for about an hour. He shaved his legs, used damn near all of my perfume and use my makeup.When he came out, I was in fucking shock! And it all fell into place now.  Ill come back to that...
 We had a friend that went to school with us come down to Austin, and we all got together went downtown had a few drinks.  I grabbed the keys and slowed down on my drinking because I saw him getting stupid, when we got after a vehicle. I went in to get in the driver's seat. He pulled me back out by my arm. And pushed me on to the ground and told me to hurry up and get in the fucking car.  We got off on the wrong exit. The exit right before where we should and he went through an accident, the cops kept telling him to turn around, but he laughed, waved and drove through.  Next thing you know theres flashing lights behind us coming fairly quickly and pulled us over. He ended up getting an OWI.Thanks got weird after that. We had to move in with his brother and his wife , who was an irish stuck-up snob. (She had no idea how to wrap a baby, change a baby, till she had one and was shown how to) He found a job, but i had to take him to and from. which hurt the hours i could work. I was miserable.  I just wanted to go home.  I flew my daughter down to me in July.  I had an idea to rent a car, pack me and my kid up and just drive north. I got to Kansas city, and He was crying for me to come back. my stupid ass turned around, and went back. I shouldve just kept going north. I get back, and the same old shit. His other sister came down a week later, that was ok, but then they left, and it was just me and my kiddo. we went to the park, swimming, on thelake, that time was fun.  then i had to fly her home, and come back by myself.  then i got really depressed.  i hated being there.  his brother was fine.  it was his wife that i really couldnt stand. 3 months go by, and he finally asked me in late november what i wanted to do, and i told him i wanted to go home. he said ok. two days later, we were loaded up and headed north, after he had to go drop his UA at the probation office. The deal was for him to come up, drop me off, and go back to texas in a few days. At this point, i wanted to be done with him altogether. He ends up staying here, for over 2 months.  He ends up finding some meth. and i see it in his eyes, and told him that he couldn't come inside with that shit, and while high. It was freezing outside, but at this point i didn't care. He went out to his SUV and did what he did best.... now I said I'd get back to this.  and here it is.  he was a cross dresser. He was wearing my bras and underwear, (I got rid of all of them when he left) he had make up on, high heels, pantyhose, and a wig!  He spent the night outside in his suv tweaked out, dressing up like a woman and using a pretty good sized toy. That next morning, my mom and i were wanting to go to church, and we were going totake the SUV, I opened up the door, and was like, oh hell no, shut the door real quick. We fought all the time.  Finally my mom told him, Its time for you to leave.  He left. He went to his brothers house in Ames.  I was thinking I was rid of him.  He would call, we'd fight. By this time, he was on run from his federal parole officer for about 3 months.  One night he texts me, Hey if I go to jail, I love you.  I'm like, ok...?  I found out about 6 sheriffs showed up there at his brothers house, and I was told he took off running and they chased him, tackled him and took him to he county jail there.  oh finally.  i think.   im done.   nope.  he gets to sit the rest of his time on federal parole in prison.  so then, im doing all his leg work for him, I got his child support reduced, I called his brothers for him to ask them for money for him.  His jealousy was defcon level, he always wanted to know where I was, who was there, if I didnt reply back to a text right away, he automatically would assume that I was with my ex husband.  He didnt want me talking to him at all.  we have a child together. we had to talk.  my daughter had a kidney surgery. she was in the hospital over night. so I stayed with her overnight.  Her dad and I sat with each other while she was in the OR.  which I think it was about a 4 hour surgery.  I told him, that id be busy, with either my daughter, or the nurses or doctors. so if i dont get to the phone, thats why.   He called me 35 times in that 4 hour period. he wanted to know where i was and where my ex husband was.  he threw a fucking fit when i did tell him that her dad was there with me.  (seriously...)  It got to the point that id just let it ring. He was in prison at this time, so phone calls werent cheap.  the times my daughter wanted to get up and walk, id leave my phone in the room.  we'd walk this loop, it took about 30 minutes, in that time, he called 15 times.  He kept calling, i kept ignoring them. I go outside for some air quick, and he calls. I answer, we of course get into a fight about me being up there.  and her dad being there, (he went home for the night) i finally told him to fuck off and hung up on him. He called right back, and theres an option when an inmate calls you to accept or decline, or block from calling again.   I blocked from him calling me again.  He lied to me about a lot. For one,  he wasn't diving. He was meeting up with a old inmate. This guy would buy him meth, or Molly, and he'd dress up like a woman all weekend. we didnt speak for a good month. i was happy.  then i get an email, from him, telling me he was out, and he wanted to be with me again.  I said no.  Im done with you. so later i found out that there were a few people that called him in to his probation officer.  a few anonymous callers called, more that once, and the girl he was getting his drugs from while he was here called a few times also. Its been 10 years.  im in a new, better relationship, for almost 9 years. there are a lot of triggers for me yet.  certian songs that come on, i have to change.  Its crazy how much a trigger can just change your day. My man now, ive known since 1997.  we met up again in, 2015, and sparked up a romance.  Hes not jealous. He loves my kid. He treats me like im the only woman in the world.  Like how it should. Id never go back to that again.  You couldnt pay me enough money to go back to him. Im totally content here, with my finance, my human child, and our 6 fur-babies.Just remember,  EVERYTHING IS NOT BIGGER IN TEXAS!!