A Real Sad Story II

For the first three years I was priviledged enough to be a father to my beautiful boys, Nate and Mason. It was in the first six months of their lives that their mother and I's relationship became completely unraveled. I began hating her and she began hating me. We had already weathered terrible storms in days past, but the lighting and gail forces just did too much damage. The tipping point came when our next door neighbor went ape shit crazy and began shouting death threats to myself and my entire family across the property line. It became so bad that I would have to get camoflaged and hide in the shrubs and trees to make sure that he didn't come over and try to take us out. That sorry sack of shit will never know how many times I stood within five feet of him with a .40 cal SW-99. He will never know how many times I split the center of his head with those sights as he talked mad shit about my family. A powerful Grace was present there. I wanted to kill him as dead as leaves in December, but if I would have done so I would have gone the way of my father and there would be little good in that. So began though, a journey to the depths of hell, for I opted to have my boys and their mother retreat to North Carolina (we were in Washington State) and stay with my mother and her lump of shit husband, John, until the neighbor situation could be resolved. (Never happened) I stayed back and continued working in a Casino to make enough money until I would join them back at my Carolina home. Of all the things I knew, I knew damn well better than letting happen what I let happen.