MY BOYFRIEND TURNED HUSBAND

 

In Aug of 99 I meet, Rick at one of my friends house. I was living alone because the person I moved down had left and I wasn’t dating anyone at the time. Rick had just gotten out of jail and was trying to get his life together. In the begin I really didn’t really notice on how much he drank. When I was around him, he didn’t drink that much, at that time it was a drug that he was doing. On Christmas Eve of 99, Rick and I decided to go out. I didn’t really notice that there was a drinking problem. I was just happy to have someone in my life that love and wanted me. When I used to call him he would say he call and not call, which used to get me so pissed off. At some time into dating, the wife of the person he was living with didn’t want us seeing each other, she was jealousy of me. Her marriage wasn’t that great an she was hoping to get with Rick and he wasn’t interested in her, so she got mad and started lots of trouble. She told him if he saw me, he wouldn’t have a place to live. We had to do every thing sneaking around. When he didn’t call when he said he would, I got very angry and I used to go by the house in hope that he would come out so I could see him. I would have another friend of mine call and give him a message to call me. When he went to work I went there an hung out because that was the only time I really have to see him. The wife worked with me and causes a lot of problems. She and her husband had drugs and alcohol problem. Therefore, Rick would do the same thing. When I couldn’t get hold of him I used to get upset an cry or get mad because he didn’t call. I was having a hard time with trusting him on his word. One day in the work place, I work the wife told me to stay away from him because he has a problem. She told me that he like to go to this certain place that has drugs there. The place was in Newark and I end up driving him there from 99 to the summer of 04. The neighborhood wasn’t good and there were a lot of people that had drinking and drug problem. The place was a bar. I hated that place a lot. When we first went he used to do shots and I would get very angry about that an I would tip over his drink and make many scenes for years. I didn’t want to be at the bar, and because he didn’t have a license, I was his driver. I didn’t want him meeting anyone so I drove him there so I would know he would come back with me. When I was at the bar I used to start fights with him because of how much he had and because he didn’t want to leave. I was too scared to drive by myself in that neighborhood. In June of 2000, he moved in with me and never left.