6 weeks later, hands & arms no better. No bueno.
Become v. scared. Hide under sheets for several months.
Maybe it's my fault I didn't give her space to grow?
She go church. Dressed like hoochie coochie.
(Drive by church few times. Her motorcycle never there.)
Try go back to work. Braces on hands. She get apartment.
Hands get worse. 7 months later, she doesn't want to come back.
"I just got it the way I liked it."
"Okay, divorce."
She show up crying, take off clothes, lay stiff as board.
She also have black eye. "I hit it with door."
Before she move back, I drive to Keys with son.
Come back day early. Find weed (she no smoke) and Jupena can of smoking device.
Eventually can take hand pain no more. Short term leave.
Many P.I.'s take my picture. Decide no wanna' be cripple.
Go back to work. First day back, hands hurt too much. Quit.
Back under covers.
1 1/2 years later she insists on trip to get me out of house.
End up in hillbilly country. Buy place on spur of moment.
"I think I'll stay in Florida."
And I think I'll sell the Florida house. She wait until last minute. Call saying, "I'm going to commit suicide."
No sweetie. Come up here. "How do I know you won't throw me out?"
I'll write $15K check.
She come up. She no like that house. I buy another house.
Buy tractor. Buy tools. Raise sheep. Money keeps disappearing.
Son arrives. Studies. Spend much money on classic car.
Day he graduates, "Hurrah. Me and ma' gonna' travel."
No, I want to work full time, not part time.
I get mad. He get madder. He leave.
10 years go by.
She becomes vicious. Fills my pain meds behind my back. Tell everyone I'm mean. I wake up - she's bending my hands backwards.
One day I yell. She leaves.
I write letter to son. Tell him whole story.
She was with him. He changes locks b/c she doesn't have job, drink all their booze.
She arrive. I apologize for yelling.
Few weeks later she gets offer for good job 1 1/2 hours away.
I say "Finally. We will get health insurance and be able to leave large farm."
I say "I think 'we' should get an apartment in that town."
I give her much furniture.
I no realize I was getting dumped.
To be continued