Let’s move on. After returning from taking the grandkids home I went to my room and closed the door. I was in shock. I didn’t understand how this could be happening. It was pretty overwhelming. I knew he was high, but I didn’t know exactly what kind of high. I just knew this was not what I signed up for. I had made it very clear during our long distance courting that I would not tolerate it. There had been too many negative things in my life involving addicts. The reason the triplets lived with me is because their parents had chosen addiction over them. As a young teen, I had someone who helped raise me try inappropriate thing due to his mental state as a result of his drug usage. I grew up with an alcoholic step father and my biological daddy drank pretty often as well. The reason I remained single for so long was to avoid this kind of issue all together. Yet here I was.

I began looking through the phone that I had let him use. I really didn’t see anything to be concerned about. So why was my gut telling me so much more? I was torn. I was sitting on my bed in disbelief when he called me. He asked me to please come get him. Of course, he had an excuse and promised it wouldn’t happen again. He had went to a friends to borrow some shovels etc, so that he could work on building the firepit I had talked about building. When he went over there, some old friends showed up and they just ended up doing a little like old times. He then proceeded to tell me it was a one time thing. He never intended on doing it, it just happened. Finally, I agreed to come get him. Before I left though, I did something. I installed a tracking app on my phone that he used. This app recorded every keystroke, phone call and even snapped photos of whoever when they picked up the phone to start a call or text. It was hidden in the background and emailed all the info to me. My trust had been broken, and I needed to make sure he wasn’t lying to me.

I drove back to Ark City and picked him up. I found out later, the people who lived there was leaving and he couldn’t stay otherwise I think he would have stayed indefinitely. When I got there he put a bunch of stuff in my trunk to work on the fire pit. I noticed over the next day or two that he had a lot of small random shit he hadn’t previously had. He said his friends gave it to him. Yet when I got the email from the app with his recent texts, one of the so called friends was not happy with him. He was accusing him of stealing the shovels, his battery pack, etc. He told him that he wasn’t welcome around there any longer.

After a day or so and some good make up sex, things resumed back to the way they were for awhile. His birthday rolled around, so I threw him a surprise birthday party. Other than my family and friends no one else came. I had learned that he didn’t speak with his parents or his sisters. They had had a big falling out and he had no desire to have anything to do with them. He never would elaborate, just that they did him wrong. Until, they apologized to him, he didn’t want or need them in his life. He was such a sweet compassionate guy, I thought whatever they did must have been bad. He did speak to his sons but they didn’t come due to being deployed. Both of the boys were marines, just like he was. I thought that was truly something to be proud of.

Things were good again. My family had really taken to him. My family had became his. I was thankful he had them since he didn’t have his own, with the exception of his grandma. She was the sweetest lady. She had a soft spot for Ben. Soft spot or not, he didn’t fool her though. She reminded him often to behave himself and to be good to me. One time she told me I was a very brave one to get with Ben. She even asked me if I knew what I was doing, I was different than most the girls he had been with. Looking back, I think she was trying to warn me to be careful. She was happy he was back in Kansas though. It really seemed to please her that he seemed to be doing so well. When we visited, she would tell him she loved him and she prayed for him every night. Speaking of prayers, it’s getting kind of late, so I myself should do that and then call it a night. Again, thanks for following along. Be blessed!