I commenced getting ready. With my husband's consent, I began selling things so that we could have some money. It was emotional for me selling things. But I knew it was for my family. I began to get rid of things that I loved because the possessions were not as important to me as making sure my family made it to our final destination.
I had entered my son's name in a lottery system to become part of a charter school. It was a school that had a hands on approach to learning. Well, my son got in. He was ecstatic because we had visited the school. He loved it so much he left the building that day skipping with joy. Everything seemed to be falling into place.
Then it happened. My husband walked into the bedroom and said, why don't we just go. Just go and leave the house and worry about the renovations to rent it out later. He said let's go next Thursday. Let's go. I said, ok let's do this mother fucker. Not much longer after this conversation I received a phone call for a job interview. After this phone interview I was invited to a face to face interview. I had been putting in applications for jobs in Ogden. It was on Monday, April 4th. So, it was time to go. We all planned on going together. The three of us.
We talked about it. We were excited!
I had mentioned to one of newly found gay grindr friend's that we were moving. Well let me tell you... the gay grapevine is quick to spread the news. Before I knew it my husband was getting inquisitive texts about when he was going to tell them he was moving. I had assumed that he was telling people. Come to find out... he had told no one. And it was my fault that they had found out and I had caused him drama. I felt bad about it. I didn't stop to ask myself at the time why he had not told anyone. It is curious to look back on now.
Then we went to the in-laws. This was the Thursday before we were to leave. We were going to leave on Saturday. My husband had said that he told his father that we'd be leaving. Well, when we arrived and told his mom... she was not aware. And that's when all hell broke loose. We went to eat out. His mom crying and carrying on in a public place. I tried to reason with her and say that we both felt it was beneficial and I spoke to her in her language. She is very insistent on being positive and energy vibes in the universe vibrating at certain frequencies. Well, she is much better at preaching than practicing. She let me know very quickly that she had every right to be upset and she could do pretty much as she pleased... Though I might add, if I or anyone else had been upset like that at the moment she would have gotten on all philosophical and telling them how they should be responding and why. And probably trying to get them to consider looking into getting just one more vagina egg.
On the way home, my husband said that he needed to get away from his parents because he had an unhealthy relationship with them. He was quite outspoken about his need to leave and his excitement about our journey. Little did I know, how very... VERY.... quickly that would all change.
The next morning... the DAY before we were to depart for Utah, I began making final preparations. We hadn't really packed much... but we really weren't going to take much until we found a place. We still needed to find our animals a caretaker while we were gone until we could return to fetch them. I went to Korbin's school and unenrolled him. I went to Brownwood and said goodby to all my friends from work. I was ready. I was as excited as any girl could be. Yay!! I was finally getting to move. I was finally getting something for me. I needed it. I needed something for me. I had sacrificed so much of who I was and what I envisioned my marriage to be. I had very little to give. I was drained and ready for a fresh new beginning. This was it! We were going to make it!!
Meanwhile the hubs had gone to town to have lunch with his mother and then go see his counselor.
That's when my hubs stopped answering his texts... and his phone calls.... I had a funny feeling that something was terribly wrong. And it was.... but how wrong I had not prepared myself for.
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