When Azlee was about 8 months old we moved in with my brother and his family. At this point we had lived in 5 places in 2 years. While we lived with my brother our fights increased, and it was here that he got physical with me. One night we were arguing, I'm not sure what it was about, but he grabbed my wrist and twisted so hard that he broke the gold bracelet I was wearing into 5 pieces. When I went to walk away he rushed me and pinned me against the wall. He got in my face and with his hand around my throat and threatened to kill me if I ever left him. This was the first of many threats, I cannot count the number of times he threatened to kill me and my family if I ever left him. At this point I had been out of work for a year, and finally went back to work. The entire time I worked at Target I was accused of cheating on him with every guy I worked with. I worked there for about a year and a half. It was about that time that he started working at Rinnai.
I truly thought that this job would be great for us, I was wrong. About 8 months into working for Rinnai I found out I was pregnant with our second daughter. Not to long after that he started talking about Emma. I knew right away that he had a crush on her by the way he talked about her. I mean after all I had gained 50 pounds, and she was younger and skinnier than I was. (But she wasn't prettier!) While Brandon was working late one night he called me.
"I'm not working late." ok
"I'm out to drinks with someone." who
"Who do you think?" I knew........ Emma!
My parents had caught him at Tacomac, and he wanted to be the one to tell me. Awww, how sweet.
For over 2 hours I talked to him off and on while he sat there with her. Taking his wedding ring off and telling me he didn't love me anymore. When he finally came home he made it MY FAULT! Said we didn't have sex enough! We had sex every day, sometimes twice a day, and three times a day on the weekend, and I was pregnant. What did he expect to carry me around having sex with him all the time?
We worked on things, and by we, I mean I, and by worked on things, I mean completely changed. And then Dakota was born.
Dakota was born during a tornado and hail storm via emergancy c-section. And as if that wasn't bad enough, my incision didn't close properly and I got a staph infection. For 6 weeks I had to have someone pack gauze into my incision. (ouch) Brandon was great during that, and for about 3 months after.
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