Postby d spike » May 21st, 2011, 3:51 am
This is beyond me…
I am fed up with having to deal with grasping, greedy people. I am heading back under the stone I was hiding under all these years.
A pardner of mine got tangled up with some really vile examples of avaricious folk. He was married to this girl from south, and for 10 years had struggled to make their marriage work.
She wanted to be near her parents, so he bought a parcel of land at her behest close to the in-laws. She wanted a colossal house, so he buried his arse in debt to build this mansion. (He just wanted a bungalow and a garden…) She presented different members of her family to him as masons, electricians, plumbers and suchlike, and each one plucked his pockets clean in turn… the house plans (and cost) would grow as each day, something new was required… and then expanded.
They had two kids, which he had to mind on his own, as she was hopeless… she barely cooked… and NEVER washed wares. His kids clung to him like limpets… She just sat and watched TV… and used the phone… and sent the kids by her parents often… and went to bed, leaving the old boy to prepare and complete her diploma assignments, before he tackled his.
Then the horning started… or perhaps it should be said that it became apparent. He walked in to overhear a phone conversation that involved a lot of graphic detail on her part. After she hung up, she realized his proximity, and asked him what he heard. Enough, was his answer.
He buried himself in his work and kids…
She created havoc at her workplace when different male visitors, who came to take her out, arrived at the same time… a fight broke out at least once…
She allowed herself to be entertained by various male friends at establishments built for such a purpose, while her female friends couldn’t bring themselves to tell her husband, because “he’s such a dear… it would hurt him”…
The stuff in the pail hit the spinning thingy on the ceiling when she discovered a text on his phone, “be strong, we love you very much”… clearly sent by some female deceiver…
She demanded to know who it was… and he never told her.
She went berserk. She smashed all his computers and accessories – even the mouse… She ran through the bush behind their house with a bottle of paraquat, threatening to drink it, with him in hot pursuit (we asked him later if he was attempting to hand her the glass and ice)… She attempted to jump off the second floor balcony – guess who pulled her back inside…
She threatened to kneel down by the bedside whole night, whispering, “What is her name?”
She would acquire and play porn DVDs loudly (it could be heard quite clearly in the road), and tell the old boy that was what and how she wanted it… then she would tell folk that he kept bringing this filth home and hiding it…
She broadcast two simultaneous rumours: he was incapable of performing in bed; he was screwing a bunch of girls at his workplace.
Finally, when he could no longer stand the torment, he left her.
As soon as he could, he divorced her.
When this happened, she went to one of her lads to request a more permanent presence in her life, namely, at “her” house. He refused to leave his wife for her.
She then went to another of her regulars, and he accepted.
The children were told to call this fellow “Daddy” and to only refer to their father by his first name.
The new “Daddy” then proceeded to refuse to let her go anywhere on her own, and nightly checked her phone for strange numbers.
The first time they argued over an unexplained call made to her phone, she locked herself in the bathroom, threatening to drink whatever poison she could find. He broke the door down, and proceeded to use his fists and feet to impress upon her the ridiculousness of this idea.
The quarrels and beatings persisted and worsened… she was thrown down the stairs, kicked down the stairs, punched down the stairs, and further variations along this theme were performed. When the children questioned her about “Daddy’s” pugilistic hobby, she told them it was all their father’s fault.
During all of this, whenever the father came to pick up the kids for their “every other weekend”, “Daddy” would slam widows and doors in his face… So he had to arrange to pick up his kids at the ex-in-laws, where he was treated as graciously as you would expect – especially when you consider what stories they were fed on…
Remarkably enough, he acquired a girl-friend. “Daddy” started stalking her…
When my pardner’s ex-wife finally told her mother about her new man’s tendency to be violent, she was told that if she wanted to keep him, she would have to “take it”.
It turned out that this “Daddy” was previously married, and his wife had tossed him out moons ago, but he never desired a divorce. This became a point of contention between the happy couple…
One day, she exclaimed that she would light herself on fire if he did not divorce his estranged wife. He refused… so she spent the entire morning walking around the house with a bottle of paint thinners and matches… he ignored her…
She went outside and threw thinners on one of the children’s bicycles near a window, and lit it afire… “Daddy”, seeing the flames, knowing the drama queen, didn’t budge…
So, in anger, she stood at the window, and doused herself with the rest of the thinners… and dried it off with a match.
She lived the way she wanted to, and personally, I think she died the way she wanted to…
…but the story isn’t over.
When he went to pick up his kids by their mourning grandmother, the dead woman’s sister and her husband proceeded to ask him to pay for the funeral. He asked them if they had approached her (common-law) husband, which they ignored. He was cursed, threatened, and told that he could never get the children… all this time the lad tried to explain that he had legal custody. Amidst screams of “Get out”, “Yuh dog”, and “Ah go blow yuh away”, he left… to return with the police.
The police tried to explain the legality of it all, but the grandmother was adamant that my pardner was only interested in raping his children, and it was she who had taken care of them their entire lives.
It ended with the police ensuring that the kids left with their father.
They are now quite happy with their dad, far away from that den of insanity.
It seems that the problem lay in that the kids’ father had left the ‘mansion’ in trust for his kids… and so whoever had custody of the kids, “had” the house… at least, until they turned 18…
…and the sister is still pounding the pavement, going from lawyer to lawyer (with her husband trailing behind entangled in her apron-strings) seeking a way to get custody.
Greed is a helluva thing.
