2 Sides 2 Every Story

“My, My Rock and Roll is here to stay…my, my rock and roll will never die…there’s more to the story than meets the eye” famous lyrics by Neil Young that I just listened to on 95.7 The Ride here in Charlotte, one of the best FM stations I’ve ever listened to.

Been a long week…and now “Gypsy” by Stevie Nicks is playing…see what I mean bout this station?  Music has a way of reaching me in ways nothing else can…and after a long week some good tunes to uplift you and help you get your priorities straight is always a good thing. 

So in any given week I may mention my blog to someone and it is easy to say…just Google my name and it will come up in the top three or four selections…which it will, but now it seems it’s down a spot or two from where it usually is.  Oh crap sorry, just when I give someone a plug they play this damn Whogga Shocka song that drives me batty.  Fortunately I have several hundred CD’s (and other FM stations) to listen to…I think some Floyd is in order…maybe disc one of “The Wall”.

Ah that’s better, so you may recall several posts ago I mentioned I had a lot going on in my personal and private life…but there were so many more positive and more important things to talk about I decided to table it until the right time…well that time is now…if you care to hear about it anyway.

The day after my birthday, which is on April 20^th for those who don’t already know, my wife got hammered.  Not a fall down dizzy drunk…but an angry vengeful drunk.  Her anger got riled when I decided to go out alone for a couple hours.  Hang on…gotta take a break…”Mothers” on.

So anyway, we had been together on vacation in Nashville for five days and I needed a little break.  Unlike her I am more than self-sufficient and enjoy my alone time.  She got so mad while I was taking a shower she took the car and parked at the local Wal-Mart for an hour-and-a-half.  My truck was in the transmission shop (again) so I was stuck like Chuck. 

But like I said, I enjoy my alone time…so I went for a walk.  When I got back she was home…I had the spare keys…so I took the car.  Now she was really pissed and commenced to call or text me every ten minutes wanting to know where I was…I didn’t answer any of them…I was on a joy ride…alone.

I came home about 2:30 AM EST and she was drunk as a skunk and fit to be tied…which is what I should’ve done to her.  She starts swinging at me and I casually block her feeble attempts to injure me.  She’s so drunk she falls over backwards on the coffee table…the look in her eyes was priceless.

Her eyes got as big as saucers as she apparently just thought I pushed her…fat chance…if I pushed her she wouldn’t get back up.  So she storms out the duplex and starts banging on the neighbors door.  He’s home but is choosing to ignore her…so she goes to the next duplex and bangs on that door.  They’re scared and do nothing, but their neighbor opens her door and she bolts in and slams the door…keep in mind it’s like 3 in the morning.

I know where this is going so I call 911 and try to explain that my wife is drunk and that they’ll be getting a call that I pushed her.  Well sure enough they got the call; meanwhile I went back to our house and waited.  About 10 minutes later the officer knocks and I answer.  He interviews me and leaves.  About five minutes later the officer, his partner and my soon to be ex-wife come in and they tell us to stay in separate rooms…and if they have to come back someone’s going to jail.

Well my soon to be ex-wife still had the car keys…I had asked the cops to get them, but they didn’t.  She is already going through a DUI court case against her and the last thing needed was another DUI.  I had her phone and wouldn’t give it back til she gave me the keys; no go, the belligerent drunk assed bitch wasn’t having it, so back and forth we went until she finally got out of the house and again started banging on doors. 

Now I have been married to a functioning alcoholic for over five years.  She was drunk on our first date, which should have told me something.  My ex step-father was a functioning alcoholic and he was an angry drunk…with my mom or me being the recipient of that anger on numerous occasions.  So I have little tolerance for drunks.  So at 4:30 AM I’ve had just about enough of her drunk assed shit.

She’s at the other duplex banging on their door…the neighbor didn’t answer.  I walked up grabbed her by the bicep of one arm and the wrist of the other and led her home.  We got to the door which was partially open and she tripped on the door sill or couch and fell forward.  She laid there boo- hooing like I had just stabbed and shot her or something.  Meanwhile… the neighbors had called the cops again.

So at 5 AM I see the flashlights outside…and I know someone’s going to jail.  The two officers that showed up before were outside and in they came when she opened the door.  The young one who interviewed her earlier was for some reason asking the questions even though the other officer had seniority.  So at some point he looks down and sees she’s got a bloody toe…from where she stubbed it and fell earlier.  Well that’s all he needed to see and I don’t need to tell you who was off to jail.

I spent Sunday in jail, bailed myself out Monday afternoon and stayed with a good friend for a month- and- a- half while the legalities of all this got straightened out.  I was charged with assault on a female which is the primary reason I am making this entry on the blog.

You see now when my name is Googled this bullshit comes up, even though my blog has gotten thousands of hits these websites must pay good money to have server magic make something like this come up first.  That’s OK my life, unlike many in this world, is an open book.  I will share any bit of my past with almost anyone who asks, but the future is so much more important…isn’t it?

The beginning of June we had court.  I didn’t hire a lawyer…I had a court appointed attorney which unlike my Duval County Florida experience seemed more than competent.  There are a number of things that could have and should have been brought out in court that a paid attorney surely would have done.  We were banking on her drunkenness constituting her as an unreliable witness; which that played into the judge’s final decision…which was a reduced charge of simple assault, a $25 fine and 30 days suspended sentence.  A slap on the wrist I choose not to appeal, the future is much more important.

But the question needs to be asked, where do the rights and duties of a husband to protect his drunken wife from harm and embarrassment end and the law start?

Apparently that doesn’t matter…. but it should.  I rest my case…and these memories will never fade.

P.S. 

Since June I am back in the duplex and she is at her mother’s…where she belongs.  North Carolina has a one year waiting period on a divorce…I got 9 ½ more to go, but I am more free and independent now than I have been in a long, long time.

I wish her all the best because I’m telling you when she’s sober she’s a different person…a real southern charm… and I sincerely hope she gets some help with her many sorted problems.  Drinking is just one, her negativity and lack of faith was the final straw for me and unlike a camel I’d rather not have mine broken.

On this blog I repeatedly advise folks to surround themselves with positives, to shed themselves of anything or anyone dragging them down.  This is the only way to experience true happiness and reach your God given potential.

I have taken my own advice and refuse to have any contact with her what-so-ever.  I hope she finds what she’s looking for….cause to steal a line from Mr. Bob Dylan, “it ain’t me babe”.

Thanks for the memories Maline…well most of them anyway.