so pissed that one time, I had him pinned against the wall with my left hand and I had my right fist loaded and ready. I ended up putting my fist through the wall, next to his head. He was sixteen at the time and had been influence by some bad people. druggies. The two of us got past that, eventually, and I ended up living with him and his family, down in Kentucky, for a while. at the time, he had two boys and one girl. after I moved out, he fathered a little girl who he named after my mother. I don't think HIS mother appreciated that, but what do I care, it was after our divorce. |