When Everything Is Just Not Ok
**Ok, little disclaimer here, not sure why, but one glass of wine has made me a little bit fuzzy brained tonight…probably because it’s 9:02pm and I haven’t eaten since like 11am, but still that’s really unlike me. Anyways… forgive my spelling and grammar errors as I quickly wrote this post this morning figuring I would edit it tonight…and now…yea. In other news….I feel great!!!**
So…..I bet you are all wondering what has been going on since my crazy ex shot out my daughter’s window, right?
Well, I’m not trying to keep anyone in suspense, I just don’t have much to tell. I didn’t go into much detail in the last post, but the cop that showed up was actually really nice. My daughter was hiding under my son’s crib when he showed up. I explained to him that the last time she had seen the police was back in October when they stormed the house and ran into her room with their guns drawn, thoroughly freaking her out. The cop got down on the floor and whispered to her “what are we hiding from?” She whispered back “I’m hiding from you!”
“Hiding from me!?” he exclaimed. “Why are you hiding from me!? Am I scary? I don’t want to be scary!” Then he looked in the mirror and pretended to freak out at his reflection. Once he had both of the kids laughing, my daughter slowly crept out from under the bed. He got down to her level and told her “I’m here to help you, you don’t need to be afraid of me, I’m here to help.”
With that my boy child grabbed his hand, led him over to the corner of his room, pointed to a broken light, and said “I need you help me fix my white (light).” Then, to my surprise, the cop FIXED it. Score!
After that he took a look at the house, confirmed that it had been shot, and asked me a bunch of questions. His exact words were “if it looks like a duck and walks like a duck, it’s a duck. We both know your ex did this but unfortunately we have no proof.”
Before he left he handed me his business card with his cell phone number written on it and told me that he had just transferred from another unit and would be “working my block” from now on, so if I needed anything I should call 911 and then call him directly.
About twenty minutes after he left, he called me and told me that he just wanted to let me know that my kids had really made his day and that he was serious about wanting to keep my family safe. That is really sweet and significantly better treatment than I’ve gotten from anyone else in my county, but still, I’m scared.
Aside from fleeing the town and assuming a new identity, there isn’t much that I can do about it. I have a home alarm, I moved my 911 phone next to my bed, I’ve talked with the neighbors, alerted the police, and yet, I feel absolutely unsafe. I just don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t know what else I can do. Thanks to a few of you awesome readers my new camera for the outside should be arriving soon, which is awesome, but it scares me to think that I have to wait until something else happens to be able to stop him. It terrifies me actually.
I don’t know what to do and I don’t know what I can do.
In the meantime, the girl child is still sleeping on the floor since I can’t afford to fix her window and the layout of her room means the only place that the bed can go is against her nearly floor length window.
|Apparently now not only does she sleep on her floor, but she falls asleep in slippers while huffing scented candles|
Remember how I told you guys that when my ex left I had sold nearly everything that I owned except for essential furniture? Well, now I’ve gotten to the point where I am now selling the essential furniture. I sold my bed, the armchair, and the bedding set in my room to try and make a little money to get the window fixed.