Monday, September 29, 2008

Baby Things

Today I picked up a crib and a bunch of other things that the people Jessica works with gave her today. I think she has everything she needs now plus an eighty dollar gift certificate to fill in any blanks. She is also getting an extra bassinet for me, she has two at her house already, Kunashe's old one upstairs and a new one downstairs that came from her baby shower. I have one here but it isn't the best being a travel one. The people at KPC also gave Jessalynn a Big Sister Card with a ten dollar gift certificate in it. That was pretty cool!!! She has some awesome friends at work.
I heard from Uncle Paul today. It surprised me being the second email this month. His eyes are going on him and it hurts him to be on the computer. He says Mike got a hole in his roof and part of his fence blown down by the last hurricane.
Busy morning tomorrow. I take Jessalynn to school at eight-thirty, see Dr.Hay at eight-forty-five and then take Jessica to her OB at ten.
Time to get ready for bed!!!!!

Monday Monday

No school today and Jeremy walked to work without waking me so I slept in. :-) But then at eleven Jess called and I had forgotten that she had to go to work today!!! I got her there in time. This is the last week she will work before she has Jasmine.
I am starting to work on The Life Project again. The Shop of Horrors and all the little things I can remember about this life. It is good to have the time to be writing again. Getting smacked in the face with my own mortality gave me a little push to want to start getting everything written down.
It is an absolutely beautiful day today. Sunny and cool, high only supposed to be 73. If I didn't still have this cold it would be perfect.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Sunday Evening

It's been a rather boring day. This cold is a bummer and really taking its toll on Jessica and me. I just hope we don't pass it on to anyone else!! Jeremy is in a lot of danger of getting it and Jeanette was exposed, too, from taking Jess to her baby shower.
I am stuck in bed on doctor's orders for three days and this cold is holding me to that order. My blood pressure is still at a dangerous level but I will be seeing Dr. Hay on Tuesday and get things straightened out.
Jeanette suggested we throw a big sister party for Jessalynn and I think it is a wonderful idea if we can get it together. I've never heard of the idea but it is a good one. It is so hard to become a big sister after being the only one until six!!
Jeremy took the car to work tonight but I expect him home soon and Jessalynn wants me to go get her for the night when he gets off so she can be here to ride her bike and play tomorrow. Jessica is so tired all of the time and now sick to boot so she needs the break, too.
I plan to start writing about my mom sometime soon. I found several drafts I started about her in my Scribefire that I had forgotten about and I really want to tell her story. I have all of her legal papers and letters and stuff to put together the things I don't know personally and make it a good story. I want to leave her story here for my descendants even more than my own. Jeanette and Jessica can tell most of mine still but Mom's story will be lost after me if I don't leave a record of it. My only remaining sibling cares nothing for her and knows next to nothing about her so it is up to me to immortalize her. :-)










Saturday, September 27, 2008

Me to ER

I woke to the phone ringing and it was Dr. Tibbles wanting to know why I had called in a refill for my blood pressure medicine. I told him and he told me to have someone drive me to the ER. I drove myself and ended up there until six pm having tests run and sleeping from the meds they were putting in my IV. IU called Jess at two to tell her I would be late taking her to her baby shower so Jeanette took her. Everyting is under control except I have that horrible cold Jessalynn hs been fighting all week. Jessica has it, too, and we are both really miserable!!
Jess got a lot of great baby things. We had our firt Jessalynn meltdown when we went to Jessica's this evening and saw the piles of baby things. I think it just really hit Jessalynn that she would be sharing Mommy with a sister. We calmed her and reassured her of her place in our hearts.

Friday, September 26, 2008

To the Park

Jeremy and I took the grandkids to the park this afternoon until he had to go to work at four and had a very good time. I taught Jenise to ride her little bike and there was a really nice jungle gym there with three slides. :-) I took some pics. I had to take Jenise and Robbie home when Jeremy went to work, Jeanette and Rob still won't let me take them alone, partly because of my injuries and a little out of fear that Jami would show up.
Jami has been trying to contact Jeanette and Jeanette doesn't want to talk to her. I told Jess I was thinking about asking Nett to at least give Jami someone to talk to but Jessica seemed to think it was an unfair thing to ask of Jeanette. She doesn't believe Jami really needs any of us but that she is still just intent on trying to convince anyone she can of her story about what happened here and I couldn't really argue with that. Maybe later when Jami is closer to giving birth and maybe more concerned with that...
It occurred to me today that Jami will be fifty when this daughter graduates and also that no one expects her to live that long with the abuse she has done to herself. I certainly won't be alinve by then! But no one seems to believe she will raise this one anyhow and many hope she won't try. She's left enough damaged kids in her wake.
I ordered our TV converter Box couons and plan to give up cable TV when we get them. I ordered Jeanette's, too, and they are supposed to be mailed to us October 10th.
I missed PT today. Jay called and wasn't at all happy about it but I have a cold and have been having so much trouble with my blood pressure and heart flutters I just couldn't make myself go. I have requested a refill of my Inderal that I was taking but the last time I checked the doctor hadn't approved the refill. I may have to go to an Emergy Center to get it before the weekend is over.
Jessica is petty sick with that cold Jessalynn has had. I have it, too, but I can at least take cold medications that are forbidden to her being pregnant.
And OH is she ever pregnant!! Jessalynn got in the car today announcing that Mommy can no longer bend over. ;-)
Any day now I will be a grandma for the seventh time.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Jessalynn to Dcotor

Nothing major, just took Jessalynn to the doctor to try to get something for her coughing that is keeping her up all night. The doctor said that they don't do that anymore, that they think it best to let them cough it out. I agree to an extent but think a night's sleep would be good, too, even if only for one night!

Monday, September 22, 2008

An Excellent Day

I found a 14 inch girl's bike by a dumpster and went to Walmart and got it a new back tire and inner tube, some training wheels and some tassels for the handgrips, and Jessalynn has a bike. :-) After school I spent the afternoon outside with her teaching her to ride. The neighborhood kids saw us out there and they all came out on their bikes so we had quite a circus going. Jessalynn did very well and was soooo cute riding her bike!! I had a great time although I am one worn out grandma right now!!! Jessalynn wants me to take her and Jenise to the park as soon as we can with both their bikes. Maybe Wednesday since it might rain tomorrow and Jessica has a four pm doctor appointment.
I got my MRSA site going again with a new article and have received a couple of comments on the site and some emails. It feels good to be involved in something like that again. I am thinking about finding another cause to champion but it won't be politics this time!
I have three new houseplants that I have adopted and they are all doing nicely and keeping me company. It feels good to be growing things again, too.
Overall, a pretty decent day!

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Saturday Afternoon

I had the longest, strangest dream, likely because I slept with a Nicotine patch on. In the dream I was at a Renaissance Festival being help by John Henry in the Loess Hills. All the Meeting people were there, but they were nice for the first time in my dreams, and there were kids running around of different races, I had Winnie with me, there, too. But the weirdest thing was that in the dream I visited a huge woman confined to her bed who I knew but didn't really remember. She had a clear tub at the head of her bed and I looked in it and saw a tiny, incredibly ugly, baby, about six inches long crawling around with a small, yellow and black winged bug. It turned and said something incredibly intelligent to me and I asked the mother how old it was. She said the it was a year old and then pulled out a clear covered box containing a round hairy bug about three inches diameter and told me that it was the baby's father, (the one with the baby was a friend of the father) that he was a computer bug, and she had become impregnated by being on the Internet too much. I just said, Oh, accepting this while reminding myself to not be on the Internet so much, and continued to visit until the woman wet the bed and I got a little damp sitting next to her. I stood so she could change herself, after turning down my offer to help, and I went back to the Fair.
I received an email from Lindsey today telling me that she hoped that I got back together with her mother soon since she says her mom really needs me right now. I didn't tell her anything and have no clue what her mother told her, and have no idea what, if anything, to say in return. I will likely for now avoid the subject except that Lindsey's email says that she is going to call me today and I'm not sure how I will handle any questions she asks, her guardian angels will surely guide me...
I was allowed to sleep very late today and woke still feeling pretty punked out but hope it is due to the antibiotics working. It took me a couple of hours to get out of bed, my neck was very sore when I woke, but Jessica called and made me laugh a little and encouraged me to go through the getting out of bed process so here I am, risking pregnancy from an Internet bug...
Jeremy will go to work at five today and at that time I will take Jessalynn to Jessica's and perhaps we will go do a little shopping since we are out of milk and I need some sugar free candy. Jeremy is working up front today so he should be home at a decent hour and last night was my last time to drive Kirk to Council Bluffs, thank God. Not that he was at all unpleasant company for the drive, but the drive was definitely hurting me and my car so late and far every night.

Friday, September 19, 2008

Guilty

Since leaving the hospital I tell no one who attacked me. I saw the horror and even tears in the eyes of those thinking of their own mothers being beaten thus by thier own, and wish it no more, but then, when I simply say that I was assaulted, I too often hear, as the woman at the gas station said, "Oh No! Tell me the person who did this is behind bars where they can't hurt anyone else!" I say a simple, sad, No, guilty that this is true, and keep my reasons, right or wrong, to myself.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Tuesday, a better day

Life is getting back to what we call normal. I am getting around OK and have plenty of loving support.
The only really difficult thing is that Kirk still needs a ride after work to Council Bluffs until Friday, and that is a fifty mile drive in the middle of the night. But he says he will have arrangements by next week. They have found someone in Carter Lake who will take them in this weekend who has a car and also goes to the Methadone Clinic. I don't know how long they will last there, they lasted longer here than anywhere I know of, but they have a place for now if this goes through. I told Kirk that the Steven's Center takes in couples and helps them get set up if they are willing to work and stay drug free and he says they will go there if the thing in Carter Lake doesn't work out.
Jess is looking very pregnant, in her ninth month! and we are very excited anticipating Jasmine's arrival on October thirteenth. We worry about Jessalynn because she is so easily jealous of her mother's or my attention, but we will be extra, extra careful to show her how very much she is loved. The other day I was asking her about her friend, Ania's parents, and when Jessalynn said that they were both dead I said how terrible that was for her. Jessalynn teared up and said, "It sounds like you wish you were her mother. Do you love Ania more than me now??" Such silly, tragic, questions!!! I assured her that I loved her and told her that I thought it was just sad for any child who had no mommy and daddy.
So life goes on all around me forcing me back into it. I admit I had a bad time alone here last night after Jessica left before Jeremy came home, but if that happens tonight I'll go to Jeanette's until Jeremy gets off.
Last night I kept thinking I heard someone breaking in. I've never been afraid alone at home before! At one point I heard a loud noise in the living room and drug out one of Jeremy's swords even though I could barely lift it. It was just the cats playing and they had knocked over a vase.
When Jeremy and I finally got home after picking him up and taking Kirk to CB, Jeremy fixed me a TV dinner and said I fell asleep with my hand in the mashed potatoes. I was tired all day but too frightened alone here to sleep.
Then this morning I almost didn't get up to take Jessalynn to school. I laid here after the clock went off thinking I couldn't possibly get out of bed. I went through everyone I could think of and couldn't think of any one to call and was about to call Jess and say Jessalynn would have to miss school when I forced myself up and took her to school. When I got home I laid down by Jeremy and slept until noon, laid there drowsing a bit, until the sound of close gunfire came through the open window. Shortly after, the building was surrounded with police. I left as little later to take Jess to pay some bills and stopped and spoke to a female police officer. I told her we had heard the shot and she took down my name etc. and told me that the man in apartment ten had been shot in the leg. I asked if it was safe here for Jessalynn after school and she assured me it was.
I called Jeremy while I was waiting to pick up Jessalynn from school and he told me that the man who had been shot was a very bad man himself with a reputation for messing with young boys and threatening the neighbors and that he likely deserved to be shot. I was just outside with Jessalynn and stopped to talk to some of the neighbors who also said that he ws a very bad person. He's sitting out front right now so everyone has their kids away from him.
We hope he moves away!!!!!
I'm not deleting what I wrote in here since IT happened even though some of it was terrible. It actually felt cleansing to say some of what I have held in all these years. The horrified reactions tell me that I have lived through really terrible things, actual torture, and am very luck to be sane. I am thinking about writing all of it. I used to think about writing a book about my life with an addicted daughter titled "All She's Cracked Up to Be". The title sounds cruel, but I know there are thousands of mothers like me trying to turn their addicted daughters back into the princesses they thought they would be and finding that their little princess just isn't in there any more and will very likely never return. I have been heartened by Jami's clean up since April but can feel the pull the world of drugs still has on her. When she said last week that she would like to maybe do some drugs on the weekends once in a while after the baby is born is when I realized how very far she is from being out of it for good.

Monday, September 15, 2008

The Grief

It is hitting me hard. Gut wrenching, screaming grief to lose Jami again. Jeanette said yesterday that she knew I would be feeling like someone had died and the numbness hadn't worn off yet or something so I didn't know what she was talking about. But here it is. The horrible pity for Jami and sorrow for the little bit of time we have had. Three years.
But they weren't real. Not as long as she can still spew such terrible accusations at me like she really believes them. She does. There is deep hatred there for figments of her own imagination from being "thrown out at sixteen" to saying I was taking advantage of her now or favoring her sisters.
There is deep hatred there for her to beat me down like that.

It's not just her mental illness. It is the things her mental illness has perceived falsely all of her life. She never feels loved enough by anyone. Always insanely jealous of everyone's attention. Always blaming everyone else for her hateful behavior instead of her illness.
I cry for her feeling alone out there even though I know she still has Kirk. She knows he is only there because of a perverse love for her that takes her abuse daily so she never feels secure of even him and torments both of them with her jealousy and rage constantly driving him away and pleading for him to return.
I've tried so hard for the last three years to show her that I would always be there for her to the point that I have often come very close to losing everything in my own life. And my life itself.
I feel like I failed. I did. I couldn't take her craziness that one last time. Too sick. Too exhausted. I let her down.
I let myself down.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

A rough Couple of Days

Yesterday I woke with a headache that just kept getting worse as the day went on, no matter what I tried, everything from Tylenol to Fiurocet. Jeremy went to work in the evening and Jeanette came over and stayed with me for a while, I don't like to be alone quite yet, and she was going to take me to an ER, but it was almost time for Jeremy to get home and I wanted her to go home to her kids, so I told her I would be fine until Jeremy got here. I was out of my mind with pain by the time he got home shortly after. He took me to Methodist Hospital where they immediately gave me a shot for pain. I told them that I had been sick for about a week before the injury that put me in the neck brace but they still were more interested in what had happened than my illness. I told the admitting nurse what all had happened and they put me in a darkened room to wait to do a brain scan. I had an ice pack over my face and I heard a male voice announcing he was officer so and so and I said Oh no and he replied Oh yes. He grilled me about my injuries and the police report that Dr. Gold had filed and went on and on about me giving them Jami's address and filing a formal complaint so they could go arrest her. I said I couldn't do that because she was pregnant and I couldn't be responsible for her miscarrying if she went to jail and was withdrawn off of the Methadone incorrectly there again, and that I didn't want to go through facing her in court either. He then insisted I file a Restraining Order so she could be picked up immediately if she came near me again and I said that Didn't there have to be three attacks for a Restraining Order? and he said No, do it. I had already promised Jeanette that I would, so I am going to when I feel a little better.
The brain scan showed no permanent looking damage, just small contusions, so I was given more pain meds and antibiotics for a sinus/upper respiratory infection, I was sick a week before IT happened, and they let me go home at two am.
Jeremy was off work today and I went into convulsions several times, begging to die, frightening him and Jeanette who was calling all day. After three doses of the antibiotics I slept naturally for several hours and woke feeling a little better. Jeremy made me some steamed vegetables and I kept them down, the first food I have kept in me for four days.
I must say, I do like the weight loss I have experienced.
But I know I am severely depressed and will call my psychiatrist tomorrow morning. I kept dreaming that I woke up and the apartment was all furnished different and I went looking for Jeremy and when I found him he couldn't hear me or see me. In a couple of the dreams he walked right through me.
I'm not suicidal but seem to have to fight for the desire to live. I can't shake the feeling that I wlll never be the same as the day before and can't imagine a life of less. It took me sooooo long to accept that I was disabled at all and that my back injury would never heal. I haven't ever really felt how old I am until now. Nor have I ever been so aware of how helpless I really am. Even though I knew it would likely hurt me later, I still thought that if I was ever attacked that I would still have adrenalin strength to do whatever was necessary to survive. Knowing now for a fact that that is far, far from true has changed me. I am constantly afraid now. When I walk outside I look at everyone and think They could kill me. It is not a pretty life.

Friday, September 12, 2008

Oh No...

I really blathered on in here about the past, reliving it as I wrote, and a lot of feelings I had at the time came out all too clearly and I hurt someone very dear to me, which is our Mikey, who read the blog and was horrified. For my friends who follow this blog through MyBlogLog and don't know, I want to stress here that I love Mikey very, very, much and hold no grudges no matter how bitter I might have been towards him in the past. I would love him just for the wonderful life I know he is giving Joey and Michelle, but it is much more than that. He is an incredibly intelligent, witty, loving, person who had the misfortune to fall in love with my daughter when he was very young. I watched him grow up when he went for survival training in the Air Force shortly after he met Jami ~ I don't think I've ever been prouder of anyone than I was of him when he came home from that the man he was. And yes, I watched him descend into hell and went though several years where I thought of him as a demon from hell. Not ever that he was evil in and of himself, but that he would do evil and allow evil for the love of Jami. Yes, I did accuse him of killing my grandchildren, and I firmly believed it when I said it, and still think the things he allowed during that time damaged my Lindsey for life. I only blamed him more than I do Jami because he himself claimed he would be her Savior, and then let her life be pure Hell. No one is perfect especially if you hold their misdoings up to the light of day, but, even with all I have seen and said about him, I believe Mikey to be one of the finest human beings alive and I would be very lost in this world without his friendship. I can easily say that I would give my life for his.
I hope I said all of that right.
On to the day. It was a very rough morning so I finally called my doctor and told them that I had been assaulted. They told me to come right in and Dr. Gold examined me and said that I had a fractured right collar bone and he believed my neck was actually broken. I asked how that could be when I was walking and talking and was told that was not all that unusual. (Jess told me later about a kid she saw on the news last night who had played a game of football without realizing he had a broken neck.) Dr. Gold wanted to send me by ambulance to get an ultrasound but I refused saying I had to pick up Jess, Jessalynn, and Jeremy first. Good thing I showed up at the Magnetic Imaging place right before it closed because Dr. Gold was there waiting. He himself stayed to read the results and said that I have an incredible amount of arthritis in my neck clouding the image but that I was to wear the neck brace I was fitted with (horroble cursed thing) still as if it were broken and see him next week.
I had no clue I even had arthritis!
He also filed a police report even though I asked him not to. I told him that Jami was already saying it was self defense and that there were no witnesses. He said that beating me down was like beating a newborn infant and would be reguarded that way by the law. He has strength tested me every month for over a year as well as tested my waning muscle tone and knows I couldn't hurt anyone if I wanted to. I said that I knew he was a God fearing man and what about How many times should I forgive my brother? and wasn't forgiveness divine?? He replied that I could forgive all that I wanted, but that such a crime should never go unpunished.
I have no clue how that is going to turn out but it is done whether I like it or not. He feels he can beat any defense Jami gives of self defense even without witnesses, he believes he is my witness.
I have some very dark feelings about it all. I am very ashamed that I don't want Jami here again, not only out of fear, but that I also feel anger. Outrage. That is a blight on my soul. But I also feel a searing pity for her and all she has done to herself and those who love her. I still believe that there is a very sweet person trapped in there that hates the things she does as much as anyone else, and maybe that part of her isn't even able to admit to the other part, thus perpetuating her life of denial. She is so very, very lonely and wants so much to be loved but destroys everyone who gets close to her and then cries because she feel alone and unloved. Yet she is even more complex than having the two sides because she has such a strong survival instinct when you would expect her to finally have to face herself, even to hate herself, like when she lost her chidren. There is something else there, binding it all together, and I actualy have no clue if it is truly good or evil if either.
I am not making sense to even me now. I am tired. I haven't really slept or eaten since IT happened and I am growing weak. Blood pressure was sky high today but that is assumed to be due to pain.
I'll use it now as my excuse for not making a hellova lot of sense.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

...And All Hell Broke Loose

Yesterday was a black day. It started shortly after taking Jami and Kirk to the Methadone Clinic. Jami was very angry because evidently Jeremy had talked to Kirk about us being so far behind on our bills since they moved in (which we were never even late on before) and she yelled at Kirk for several hours before he left for work. He ran out of the house when it was time to go without even packing drinks for lunch and was almost crying when he got in the car. I tried to sooth him, told him she would likely fall asleep and be over it before he got home and then thanked him like I always do for being there, only half joking, reminding him that she would be going for me during these "spells" if he weren't there for her to take it all out on.
I was worried that I had left Jeremy alone with her but he was going to work in a couple of hours and I hoped I was right about her sleeping because I had several errands to run after taking Kirk to work. I got home around five-thirty and went to my room and was reading a book when Jami came in with that crazed look still and said that she and Jeremy had gotten into it before he left for work. I only grunted a little in response seeing that she was still spoiling for a fight and just wanted her to leave the room so I could call Jeremy at work and make sure she hadn't upset him too badly. But she didn't leave my room. She started telling me how upset she was that Jeremy had talked to Kirk instead of her, that it had somehow hurt her feelings even though Kirk is the one who actually makes the money they contribute here. Then she built up to saying that I had told Jeremy to speak to Kirk because it was my "chicken shit way" of dealing with unpleasant things. I told her I hadn't known about their talk until I took Kirk to work and that it wasn't a big deal, that Jeremy just asked Kirk to try to help a little when he could. The she went on about how we were using them and taking advantage in all kinds of ways and overcharging them for the bills and the gasoline they use. I told her that not only did I compute their mileage to the clinic and back and taking Kirk back and forth to work very carefully but that I never asked them to pay for the trips to the doctor or any other extra gas money they cost us. And she kept on and on insisting I was stealing from them and I finally gave up trying to reason with her or stay cool and told her to Fuck Off, losing my temper with her for the first time after three years of tiptoeing around these "spells." I picked up the phone and was clicking through the caller ID to find Jeremy's work number when she grabbed the phone from me and pulled the base out of the wall and took off down the hall. I went after her demanding the phone and grabbed her by her long braid and she swung around and grabbed me by the hair and forced me to the floor. I was as stunned by her strength (especially considering she does nothing but lay in bed) as I was by how weak I've become since my back injury. She forced me to the floor and had a grip in my hair on both sides of my head yanking it from side to side and slamming each side to the floor like she was trying to snap my neck like you see in the movies. I felt sheer terror for the first time in my life, and I tell you it is a terrible feeling! I finally just went limp and she let go of my hair and started punching me in the back of the head screaming and laughing. When I finally got to my feet I thought it was over but she then punched me in the nose smashing my glasses to smitherines. She took the phone to her room. I wildly looked around for a weapon to defend myself with if she came back but couldn't think of a single thing to use because I was so addled. (NOW I can think of a dozen things I could have grabbed!) I noticed that there was a cordless phone in my room so I went and unplugged the main phone outlet so the phone in her room wouldn't work but the one I had would. I quickly called Jeremy and begged him to get home ASAP. He was here in less than five minutes. Jami tried to tell him I attacked her and went on to say that I had attacked also her out of the blue back when she was pregnant with Joey, too, kicking her in the stomach six times. Jeremy of course didn't believe her and told her to get out of the house even if she had to go to Mc Donalds up the road and wait for someone to get her. She said that she didn't have any money for a payphone so Jeremy handed her the phone and told her to call someone and get out ASAP and meet whoever came outside. We heard a few of her calls, her pitiful story of being attacked by her crazed mother, and finally she got her cousin, Jeff, one of the few people who believe her crap anymore, to pick her up.
I refused to call the police, even today when Jeanette begged me to, not wanting to deal with all the lies she would tell and there were no witnesses. I had threatened to call the police and she told me she would say I attacked her and I asked how she would do that since there wasn't a mark on her? She replied that she would say it was because I was so weak I couldn't hit hard enough to leave a mark, which is a bit laughable with her story of being viciously attacked by me!
Kirk called because Jami had called him at work and he apologized over and over for her and said that no one had even done as much for him as we had, and that he was sure he was going to lose it all now being out on the street again with Jami. I asked him if Jami had said anything about picking him up from work and he said that he was sure she didn't arrange anything for him so we went and picked him up when he got off. I asked him where he wanted to go and he said miserably that he wanted to just go home with us and go to bed but that he loved Jami still and that he always worried that she would do something to hurt herself if he weren't around. He called Jeff and found out that Jami was at her step-mother's sister's home so we dropped him off there. I warned him to not let on that he believed Jami had done anything wrong or that he felt badly for me or she would just go for him and he quickly understood the game he would have to play with her. He mentioned all of the times that she had gone for him and then claimed he had attacked her, several of which I witnessed, so he had no trouble at all picturing what really happened here last night.
Jami called Jess later and told her how she was on the phone and I just went nuts and attacked her and, this with a pitiful sniff, how she hated the thought of striking their own mother but she had had to hit me to stop me.
Jim called tonight to find out what had happened and I told him both versions and he had no trouble, either, figuring out what had really happened. He reminded me of how Jami had attacked his wife and nearly killed her before Jim intervened and then had to fight her himself while she tried to gouge out his eyes with her fingers not long before Jami moved in with me. He said that he had no doubt that she was trying to break my neck and that I was lucky to be alive at my age in my condition. I admitted to him that it was the first time I had ever been actually terrified I was going to die, how even back when I was married to him and he would hit on me, I at least knew he wouldn't kill me. And I had the strength to defend myself.
I hate this ending to the "Help Jami Phase" of my life but so be it. I really had hoped that being off the street drugs would end her crazy spells even though we often heard her yelling at and degrading Kirk since they moved in here. At least she hadn't struck him in the last few months that we know of so I really had hope.
She didn't just look a gift horse in the mouth but kicked its teeth out. I only know of one place they can go stay and it is filthy and stinks and Jami hates it there. I'm fairly sure that is where they will be but I don't even care where they are yet. I might never again.
Kirk called Jeremy today while I was out and said that he had barely made it to work on time, the bus stop isn't too close to where he works, and that he had no way home after work and would we please give him a ride again. Jeremy said OK. I feel very badly for Kirk but I'm not so sure I would have agreed. I am exhausted and extremely sore and it was after midnight last night when we got home from taking him to Council Bluffs. I still have to get up at seven-thirty to get Jessalynn to school in the morning. But this once more. If he loses his job and everything he can blame it on his choice of a woman who will blame it, like everything, on everyone except herself.
It is amazing the spell Jami can cast over the men she can snare into her life. John is the only one I know who really broke free of her. She kidney punched him once in front of her sisters, they were quite young at the time, and then a couple of years later I ws there when she attacked him and tried to push him down a flight of stairs while he was holding a baby Lindsey. I think that is about when John started to get over her. Mikey is still in her grip somewhat and he has been the most unbelievable in his love and defense of her. Jami could lie and he would swear to it all through their marriage, and I'm sure the only reason he finally divorced her was that it became a choice between her and their two daughters when she gave birth to a very drug addicted baby, Michelle. He is still very gentle with her and even thinks about getting back together with her even after going through five years of some of the worst abuse I have ever seen or heard. I would try to tell him things like her drug addiction and about how she always had another man when he had to be out of town and he would just tell Jami what I had said to try to help him, and start a fight between Jami and me, or call me a vicious lying bitch.
Which takes me back to the second to the last time I experienced violence myself with Jami. She was pregnant with Joey and had invited me over while I was babysitting Kunashe. I saw one of her "spells" coming on and secretly called jeanette trying to get her to come get me but she was young and not familiar enough with the city to go get me. I tried to lay low hanging out with Lindsey in her room. I was downstairs and jami had a friend stop over, Carrie, and they were in the kitchen and Jami would come into the living room where I was once in a while saying rude things that I tried to ignore, but I had a lot shorter fuse back then and Jami had no problem being openly hostile with me in front of Mikey bcaue he believed all of her horror stories about how I supposedly didn't raise her. Kunashe was in the playpen when Jami came out of the kitchen and demanded that I leave. I told her I would as soon as possible and she said that wasn't going to be fast enough for her. I walked up to her and got right in her face and said I couldn't leave on foot with Kunashe and she would have to just wait until I could get out of there. Jami put her hand on my chest and pushed me back and as I stumbled back I took a swing at her nose and clipped it. She started screaming that I had attacked her and Mikey jumped between us as she was hitting and kicking me. I tried a couple of time to fight back but Mikey blocked me and held him against him where Jami could hit me in the side of the face until she got tired. I didn't even struggle after a bit and just stood there taking it. (Mikey would later ask me if I remembered how he tried to protect me.) When she quit I ran out of the house and cried for Mikey to bring me Kunashe. He did and gave me a ride to Jeanette's blaming me all the way for the whole thing. A coule of years later I visited them, I just can't get enough abuse, and Jami asked me to explain to Lindsey about why I had struck her mother. I told Lindsey it was a reaction to being pushed and that I shouldn't have and Jami went balistic screaming over and over A "REFLEX?! I said that was what it was and she said that she had never pushed me but that I had attacked her unprevoked and how she had been the one callng Jeanette all day saying there was something wrong with me. I turned to Mikey in disbelief thinking he would by now tell the truth of what happened that night and he told me that he had seen me attack Jami and that I had staggered like I was having a fit or something and that I seemed to black out a minute falling over a chair (actually the result of her pushing me) and then jumping up and attacking Jami like a crazy person. I couldn't believe my ears. (I also didn't know that by this time Mikey was also a drug adict as well as a Jami follower.) Then it went on all night. We went into the kitchen where we would smoke by the stove vent and Jami started accusing me of all kinds of ridiculous, stupid things and saying things like how I never worked while I was married to Steve, and I worked almost the entire time we were married, and she started punching me in the right arm everytime she made a statement and Mike stood there makng sure I didn't strike her back. I don't know how long this went on. Long enough I had a lump on that arm for months. After they went to bed I called Jeremy in Oklahoma and told him what was happening and then called a cab driver friend and arranged for him to pick me up the next morning. After I hung up Mikey came into the room and asked who I had been talking to and I said "Just a friend" and he said that if I was calling anyone and telling them what had happened he would take the phone away from me. I assured him that I hadn't said a word about what had happened and he went on to bed, likely taking a little more Oxyontin. The next morning I had my stuff together and out front when they got up. They came outside and I don't know what they were thinking about doing or saying but my friend, Rex, who is HUGE, pulled up in his cadillac and got out with a big gun in his hand and loaded my stuff into the trunk and we left.
But that wasn't enough for me either. I went and stayed in Oklahoma with Jeremy and his horrible mother for a few months and almost died there from a ruptured appendix. I called Jami when I got out of the hospital and told her how I had almost died and how terrible it was staying with Jeremy's mother. She was all full of sympathy and told me she would take care of me and had Mikey drive to Oklahoma to get me. Jeremy, thank God, insisted on coming with me even though I begged him not to, that I would get back with him later. We were at jami's for three weeks. She took me everywhere with her leaving Jeremy at the house with Mikey, which he hated. I had told her that Jeremy had a marijuanna addiction at the time before we got there and she said not to worry about that, either, that she would easily take care of that. Jami took me and introduced me to all of her drug friends and explained to me how Mikey was "cool" now with her doing Meth and her friends backed her up on this. After three weeks she got some weed for Jeremy and told him to hide it in the pocket of a dress I had hanging in the closet in the room we were using. The next day was a weekend and Mikey found out that his income tax return ws in but that it would cost him a hundred dollars of it to get it before Monday. Jami went nuts and screamed at him and threw pots of hot food at him until he went and got the money. She then went and got some crank. That night I was in the bathroom and had a terrible pain in my side and asked Jami to call an ambulance. I was rushed to the hospital where they said my gal bladder had to come out. It was one month since my appendix had ruptured. They brought Jeremy to the hospital and he stayed there with me all that day and then went to their house for the night. He called me after they got there telling me that Jami was screaming at him and that they were both telling him that he had to go since he wasn't family. Then to press her point home, Jami went into the closet and "discovered" Jeremy's weed and showed it to Mikey like she hadn't known about it. (MIke did Oxycintin and condoned smoking and shooting up crank but had a thing against Marijuana. Go figure.) They brought Jeremy to the hospital and never came back although I was there for another two weeks because I had liver failure from a drug allergy and almost died again after getting several blood transfusions. I tried to call Jami but Mikey always said she wasn't there and I would ask if we could just have our clothes from their house. Then they just quit answering the phone. I left the hospital in the snow wearing a hospital gown. We found shelter at a Ronald McDonald like place for the night but had to be out by the next day. I called Jeanette and asked her to drive me to Jessica's to see if we could spend the night there. She said she would ask her boyfriend and Jeanette took Jeremy and me out to eat. Jami had picked up Jess by the time we got back to Jess's house and left a note saying that she was taking Jess tanning and would be right back. It was getting late so I told Jeanette to leave us and we would wait on the porch for Jess. It was eight degrees and I was still in a hospital gown and Jeremy had only a light jacket that he tried to wrap us both in. We waited for over two hours and I finally saw a neighbor out and asked to use the phone. I called Jeanette and she called out to Jami's and told me that it ws all a big joke. That they were all over there laughing about us waiting in the cold. I tried to call there several times and got no answer so I left Mikey a message that I was calling his comanding officer if he didn't pick up. The next time I called Mikey answered and said that he was outraged at my accusations, so outraged that he was calling from outside so as to not disturb his children, and that Jami wasn't there but was broke down out of town with her step-brother Raymond. But jeanette ws definitely telling the truth ~ they were all there. She came and got us and took us to I Hop and I called Mom and told her what was going on. Mom already knew about Jami refusing to even bring us our clothes and, after hearing about what was now going on, she called my oldest brother and demanded he do something immediately. He called Mikey, who told him a story about how crazy I was and how afraid he was of me, but my brother insisted for Mom and Mikey showed up shortly after and lead us to a hotel where he paid for the night saying he would bring us our stuff the next morning. Mom had arranged for us to take the bus to her in Houston. The next day there was no answer all day at Jami's again and we had missed the bus when Mikey finally answered. He said Jami had been so upset she hadn't been able to gather our things without Carrie's help and that he would bring it that evening and pay another night on the hotel. He did show up the next day and when he was leaving I called down over the railing that he was killing my grandchildren covering up for Jami's meth use all of the time. He yelled back at me NO I'm not!!! I'm their savior!!! Yea. Maybe now, but definitely not then! All of Jeremy's stuff was there but anything of value of mine wasn't. (Two years later someone would offer to sell me my by then worthless laptop for twenty dollars.) I had viral pneumonia by the time we got to Houston after the freezing night on Jess's porch and my mother caught it taking care of me and died from it. Jami came when my mother died but didn't say a single word to me and threatened Jess and Jim, who were with her, if they spoke to me. Jess and I stared at each other over Mom's grave speaking with our eyes. She had been too easily influenced by Jami for too long and had realized it by then and has never believed Jami's stories since. Jim defied Jami and called me the next day to offer me condolances on losing my mother. After two years of peace living in Texas with Jeremy, Jami called and said that she was pregnant and strung out and needed me to return to Omaha. Jeremy and I left everything we owned, Jami assured us that Mikey would take us back to get our things after the baby was born, and we took a bus to Omaha. We got here right after Michelle Rose was born. Two days later a sherriff called from the hospital saying he was on his way over to the house and for Jami and Mikey to be there. Jami did some fast talking and told me that both of them were strung out on Oxzycontin, had been for three years, and they had both just done one before they got the call. (She swore that she hadn't been doing Meth but it turned out that Michelle was born with so much meth in her system that they said it would be two weeks before she even started going into withdrawal.) Jeremy and I tried to clean their filthy house before the police arrived but it was pretty hopeless. They said that they were not only holding Michelle but that they were there to take Llindsey and Joey, too, ticketing them for child neglect over the dirty house. Mikey finally started to see the light and threw Jami out that night so he could try to get the kids back. Jami went, of course, to cousin Jeff's and sank deeper into the world of drugs until I got my disability settlement and found her and put her in a hotel until I could rent Kirk and her an apartment. Mikey was never caught for his drug use, the Air Force knew but did a cover up for him, and he was given ten days to gut and clean the house to get Joey back. Lindsey's father had picked her up the second day the kids were in foster care and Michelle was in special drug withdrawal care for some time yet. Jeremy and I went and helped every day with the cleaning of the house and we found at least a hundred syringes hidden throughout the house. Mikey did a lot of lying through his teeth but did manage to get his kids back. Jeremy and I were totally helpless to do anything because Jami and Mikey had made sure over the years to tell Mikey's commanding officer and anyone else who would listen that I was crazy. And we never got back to Texas to get our belongings. Jessica and Patrick took us in until I got my disability and we've been here ever since.
So how did I end up whre I am today??? Jami and Kirk lost the apartment we got them, Kirk got his ribs broke by someone who came across them fighting and thought Kirk was the aggressor so Kirk ended up losing the job Jeremy had got him, and they started going to the Methadone Clinic because they were no longer able to get Heroin, the drug of choice by this time, and they ended up in a homeless shelter because they had burned every bridge and no one would take them in. Kirk was arrested for probation violation shortly after and Jami stayed on in the shelter until she found out she was pregnant. She left the shelter to go live with a strange guy named Jeff only to call me a couple of days later saying he was treating her terrible and I went and got her, and Kirk came here when he got out of jail and they were here until yesterday.
Ever since we came her after Michelle's birth I have managed to never argue with Jami about anything. I ignored her baiting and maybe was silent sometimes but was careful to never disagree with her. I just knew it wasn't worth it. My mother's dying words were to never help Jami again, which I didn't abide by, but I did my best to at least never fight or argue with her about anything. That lasted for three years with our only close call a couple of weks ago when Jami said something about geting custody of Lindsey and I said I thought she had decided it was too much for her since she hadn't done anything about it. She got angry at me asking when had she ever implied that she didn't want Lindsey (I think when she didn't even begin to fight for her) and turned it on me for not reminding her to do it. I apologized for not understanding and it was dropped.
Of course, although I know things aren't very good for Lindsey with her step-mother, I would hate to see what would happen if Jami got her back. I'll never forget a scene I witnessed in the hospital cafeteria where Michelle was born. Jami was cussing and yelling at Lindsey for something trivial, I don't even remember what, but I remember Lindsey nervously looking around at all the people staring and Jami yelling at her that she didn't give a shit if she was embarrassing her and that no one was going to help her. Jeremy and I both relive that moment over and over wishing we had stepped in for Lindsey but we were both just shocked at the viciousness of Jami's attack and how easy it was to see that it wasn't an unusual occurance in Lindsey's life.
And that is just a tiny reason I would hate to see Jami get Lindsey back. Lindsey suffered terribly throughout her mother's addiction and Mikey's defense of it all. When her father took her she asked me to confiscate her diary from her room and said that I could read it but to show it to no one.
Her life had been torture since Jami married Mikey to get custody of Lindsey back from me...
I really hope that I am really done with Jami now. Maybe it is time to take my mother's sound advice.
I hope I can.

Friday, September 5, 2008

Friday

Life is settling down a little bit. Jessica is only working three days a week now until the end of the month when she will go on maternity leave. That lightened the driving load a little bit. :-) Mornings are the hardest with having to get Jami and Kirk to the Methadone Clinic and also getting Jessalynn to school on time.
I got to talk to Lindsey twice last weekend and it was absolutely wonderful to talk to her again. She is living in a girl's home and was home for a weekend visit. I want her to come here to live so very, very, much!!! I don't believe she is "crazy" or uncontrollable. I think she is just very unhappy there. She is left home with Jennylu while John works most of the time and Jennylu is afraid of her at best and, I'm sure, more worried about how her own two children in the home are than how Lindsey feels or what she needs to be happy. John knows he has a bad situation there but is too pigheaded, proud, and stubborn, with a lot of grudges against me, to let Lindsey come here even though it would be the best thing for her. Jami and I were talking today about the things he has done to me personally in the past that were just outrageous. The one that made me the most upset at the time was when he, Jami and I had to go to a bank to get something notorized and he pulled the bank door shut behind him right in my face going in. I was so pissed I thought I was going to have a heart attack in the bank, shaking from head to toe. Then, of course, there is the time he took a friend of his sister's marijuana contaminated pee to the doctor and said that it was Lindsey's and that she had been at my home and come to visit him smelling like weed. Four squad cars pulled up around my place and tore my home apart and didn't find a trace of marijuana or anything to do with it so then he called my apartment manager and told them I had Jami living there, she was staying with me, and we were evicted for having too many people in the apartment since they were already upset about the police raid. And there are totally unspeakable things he did to Jami after they separated, from stealing money from her to sexually assaulting and degrading her. It is hard to believe that he spawned such an incredible daughter!! But Lindsey is incredible. And she is writing incredible poetry these days just like her grandma did at her age. :-)
Fall is finally here and I very much welcome the cooler days although I feel a little dread knowing the winter to come. How I wish I had raised my girls in the south!! But they are here so I am, too.