The Confrontation

Well, I was outside waiting for Jose to show up, all the while listening to Mary tell me how my marriage was according to the "love of her life". I saw the truck, which I paid for, turn the corner and pull to the side of the building. I walked over to the driver's door and opened it. I hit Jose three times rapidly in the side of the head. He reeled. I am sure I made an impression. I stepped back and man was I furious! Mary runs up and yelling, "you can't hit him!” Well, I did and would have done it more, but he got out of the truck with a speedometer cable in his hand. She rushed forward and he began beating her with it. Some "love of my life", I guess she was wrong. I yelled at him to stop hitting her and her son rushed to her defense as well. He got attacked also with the cable. My best friend stepped up and grabbed me back. The whole time, Jose is yelling "I don't know you". I felt like I was on an episode of LAURA EN AMERICA. It was horrible and very public. She started screaming that she was pregnant and she was going to make him pay child support and that she was calling to police and would turn him in for pimping her out to get meth. Yes, I said PIMPING her out for meth. I guess she would give sexual favors for drugs to share with him. How lovely is that? I was devastated, I am pregnant and according to the prostitute girlfriend, it had been going on for about a year. He jumped in the truck and took off burning rubber out of the convenience store driveway. While, he was attacking her son, Mary had called 9-1-1. The police were on there way. I had my best friend go to my house to collect all of the kids and meet me in a Wal-Mart parking lot across town. I would figure things out from there. The police showed up, she filed charges, I didn't know where he went, and basically, a public scene was created for all to enjoy. A little note about me, your blogger and sister in misery, I do not do well with public scenes. I generally, do everything in my power to avoid them. This time of my life is the worst moment in my life. I found out that my husband was a junkie, adulterer, and may have exposed my unborn baby to any number of diseases, and to top it all off I was the center of a public scene. I went to my car and just sat there, no tears, just numbness and an aching pain in the pit of my stomach. I tried to regain my composure and regulate my breathing. I needed a hotel room, sleep, and to hold my babies. Three of my regular customers came over to the car to see if I needed anything. They were Mexican men that I had dealt with every weekend for the past three years. They were kind and understanding of my dilemma. One of them, Jose Luis, handed me a hundred dollar bill and told me to get a hotel and give him a call if he could help me or if I got scared. His offer was appreciated, albeit suspect. I took the money said thanks and called my best-friend to meet me at a local Holiday Inn. My cell phone was ringing constantly and I turned it off when I got to the hotel room. I had no desire to speak with Jose. I did not have anything to say to him. By the time I had the kids settled and sleeping, it was four in the morning and I was wrung out and strung out. I am not sure when I fell asleep, but I did sleep and woke with a headache and puffy eyes. I had to get the kids and myself to a stable situation without too much interference from Jose.