Fall came around, school started again. Back to the driving. More fights on this subject, more pressure to put my daughter in school out there, where we lived. I was against it. This is where it all gets worse. Everything escalated, and my ex & I started fighting as well. I was at a loss as to what to do. Marriage was being discussed, but is this what I wanted? Did he want it? Did I want to be with a guy who hid rolls of money in the lining of the drapes, from me? As if I had any designs on his cash. But that's another story, the whole money thing.
I even considered letting my daughter go live with her dad for a while, but he couldn't do it. He had his own kind of trouble going on. We were all a mess, every last one of us. I knew it was time to get back to reality, I considered moving back home, but I was torn. What if it could work with this guy, long term? What if we just needed more time together and better living arrangements? On some level, we were a good couple. We did have our things in common, and when we got along, things were great. I can't lie and say it was all bad. Nor can I claim to be an oppressed victim, because I gave him some hell right back.
Everything escalated, the fights, and the fact that it was so expensive to do all that driving back and forth was not a pleasant topic, since he was giving me gas money. I finally did it. In October of '98, I pulled my daughter out of her school and enrolled her out where we were living.
