Ritz bitz

There was a whole lot telling me it was probably time to pack up the kids and leave.  Way easier said than done.  It really takes a lot of convincing.  Even though I knew it was inevitable, I still needed to work up the nerve, and finances to actually DO it.

I was waiting for a sign.

So after that night when the detectives came to pick up my husband, things started adding up... somewhat.

When he got back from the precinct, several hours later, he had a story- of course.  "well, tomorrow they are serving warrants on all the bookies and loan sharks that were coming after me. So they had to make sure all of my previous statements were accurate and have me sign off on them before they serve so that they will stick."

So naturally, I go into a slight state of panic.  My thoughts are, "dude, what if the bad guys realize that it was YOU that set them up???!!! What if they show up here looking for YOU?!!"

I'm thinking, I don't care if they kill him, but what the fuck about my kids?!   So, as usual, I call my sister  and fill her in on th sitch.  She invites me and the boys to come up  to her house for a few days until things blow over
At this point in our relationship, we were sleeping in seperate rooms. I was in the master bedroom, and he was in the attic.  The only time he slept in our bed was when I was out of town. I would not be missed.

--side bar, my sister was watching The Hangover when she got my call... so she will forever associate that movie with the chaos of my so called life. terrific.

We visit the cousins for a couple of days.  J goes sleigh riding for the first time, in my sister's back yard. All is well with the world.

Reality comes creeping back up on me and I know that I have to go home.

When I got back home, both boys were still asleep in the car from the long ride.  So I pulled the car all the way around back so I could unpack all our things while the boys slept in the car.

The house felt quiet and cold.  As I was bringing our suitcase upstairs to my room I said a small prayer to myself,

"Jesus, Please give me a real sign.  I am so undecided on what direction to take my life. I am having such a hard time making up my mind. PLEASE give me a clear sign of what I should do next. Amen."

I put the suitcase on the foot of my bed.  Took out the baby monitor to plug in behind my nightstand.

That's when I saw it.

An empty box of ritz.

He

Really

Ate

Crackers

In

Bed.

MY BED!  Amen.

True story.