OMG where do i start???
I kicked my sons father out about 3 months ago, however it was long coming...
Ever since my son was born my ex would go out sat night and not return home until sun night sometimes even mon morn. He would be completely off his head and would sleep for days.
At first i used to call him and beg him, crying on the phone to come home and help me...then he started to turn his phone off. As the months went past i got used to it and used to pack up and go to my mums on the weekend for the help and support. I told my family that my ex was working [i didnt want to tell them about the pain i was going thru].
He then lost his job because his boss was fed up with him not showing up for work or calling in sick and he became too lazy to look for work...he went on the dole and every cent that he got he would take out and spend on drugs and alcohol.
When our son was 7 months we Christened him. My mum and myself put so much money and effort into the day. I was really looking forward to it. All our family and friends were coming. Anyways he went out on the fri night and promised that he would come home on sat morn to help out with the final christening arrangements. Stupid me for actually believing him. He rocked up 1 hour before the church service on sun morning. He was off his face and had lipstick and another womans hair all over him...he admitted that he was with another woman.
We went to the Christening and i held my head high, he left early and i had to lie to friends and family why he left...it was probably one the worst days of my life and it was supposed to be so special.
I kicked him out after that day...about 2 weeks later he came back, promising that he would change, get a job and professional help for his drinking and drug problem...to be honest with you, i didnt even love him anymore, i had lost so much respect for him but i thought i would try for our sons sake...i tried so hard to help him get a job and took him to the doctor to seek help..they refered him to a drug and alcohol clinic but he refused to go [he rekoned that he could do it by himself]...i tried so hard to make things better between us.
About 3 weeks later he was up to his old tricks, but things got worse. He joined a bikie gang and started to sell drugs. One night he came home from being out, went to bed. Then at 2am he woke me up telling me that he felt like he was going to die. I got our 9 month old baby out of bed and rushed my ex to the hospital...i spent the night in ER with my son on my lap. It turns out my ex had taken over 15 ecstacy pills and cocain over 1 weekend. Doctors say he was very lucky to have survived.
He still didnt even wake up after this scare and was back out the next weekend.
I put up with this for another 3 months. Then one day i checked him phone because i felt in my gut that there was something not right...there was a strange number in there so i called it. It was another woman that he had just met...10 years old than him, divored with a 4 year old child. I told her who i was and she said that he lied to her and told her that he was living with his mother and had broken up with me.
I kicked him out and decided hin my heart that i would never go back to him...i didnt love him, he was not a good role model for his son, he was not providing for his family, he was always cheating on me and the list goes on.
Anyways he has taken off to another state with this other woman and her son, he is still giving me alot of trouble but i'm so much happier without him...my life is alot easier. I do get worried though, about whats going to happen in the future as i know i will have to deal with him for a very long time....