Descent Into Hell: The Final Straw

Well it's finally here. The final part of the Descent Into Hell series. I have enjoyed being able to let my readers know what happened and I enjoy writing so much that I am thinking of doing a couple of things with this blog.

1.) Write a story in different parts for the readers
2.) Do another series of something else that has happened in my life.

There is one story I would love to do but with respect to the other party, I will make sure they are ok with it before continuing.

Now onto Descent Into Hell: The Final Straw.

Where I left off was that Kisha and I had had a going away party before leaving for Texas.

After finishing packing and Kisha and her mom kinda making up......(her mom didn't say shit to me. Probably because of what I yelled at her for the night before and because what I said was the truth), we left for Texas.

We drove all through the night to finally make it to Corpus Christi and get to her dad's ONE bedroom condo. He was happy to see us....at that point.

Everything was great for the first week. I continued to put in job applications while Kisha started working at a bikini bar. I had yet to hear from any jobs and that's when the shit hit the fan with her dad.

After the first week, he would take it upon himself to degrade me every day about how much he hated me because it didn't look like I was trying to find a job. He called me a mouch and said that I was using Kisha and that I was a user. The degrading stung but at first I let it go in one ear and out the other.

Two weeks after the move, the degrading continued to the point that he no longer waited til Kisha wasn't around to degrade me. Instead he would say it while she was in the room and all she would say is "Sorry Dad." HUH??????? It's nice to know that the woman who I was engaged to and was going to marry couldn't even defend me against her father.

Three weeks in, we finally found a duplex that we could move into....maybe. At this point Kisha was working on getting the final preparations to start her new job at JP Industrial which was an oil rig kind of job. We met this sweet lady named Betty who was moving out of the duplex into a bigger house because her daughter had moved in with her. Kisha and I spent a lot of time helping her move.

Now it was still going on that we were staying at her dad's house and I never got any time alone for me. Here's an example......the second night we were in Corpus, Kisha went out to "meet up" with a friend that I had met and knew. They went to go get some dessert. She told me that because she was going out that night, that I could go out to a poker tournament the next night. As I'm getting ready to leave, Kisha says she would drive me and then come pick me up. As we are leaving, she asks her dad to watch her son for a few minutes and her dad offered to watch him all night so Kisha could go. Instead of Kisha saying no thanks that she had promised I could have some time alone, she went with me.....

Back to the present, we didn't get the duplex but instead moved in for a bit with Betty because she and her daughter had had a falling out. We didn't pay any rent and once again I was watching her son most of the time because Kisha had started training at her new job during the day. The only reprieve I got was Betty would watch Dakota some nights so Kisha and I could go out.

After a few weeks, Betty was leaving to move in with her son and we had to go back to her dad's. Oh hell....he didn't like the fact I was coming back.

This began the physical abuse. For four days, we never fought and he didn't degrade me once and then out of the blue he was disciplining her son and then turned to me and told me while he was pushing me that if I didn't like it I could leave right now. Strike One.

Kisha had started working overnights and was sleeping when this occured. I told her what happened and she talked to her dad.

I had begun to take her son to the beach every day for 3 to 4 hours so he could play in the sand and because her dad ordered me to so he wouldn't have to deal with me. I was still having trouble finding a job.

Then one afternoon, he decided to degrade me and call me a piece of shit who was using his daughter and asked why I stuck around and I told him it was because someone needed to watch her son because he had told us from the beginning he was not a babysitter. He immediately got up and grabbed me by the throat and told me that if I ever talked back to him again he would kill me. Strike two.

After that incident things calmed down for a day or two mainly because her dad started spending a lot of time away.

Here was Kisha's schedule

Sleep all day.....spend an hour awake with her son.......go to work.....come home and go to bed.

It got so bad that her son started saying I was daddy and mommy.

March 22, 2011......Kisha had woken up and was spending a little time with us before going to work. Her dad started degrading me again and her son turned to him and said "Papa hates Daddy." Her dad flew off the handle and accused me of turning his grandson against him when he was the one degrading me in front of him. He stood up and push me from the living room all the way down the hall and Kisha NEVER ONCE STOPPED HIM!!!! That was it. I decided that I was leaving that night. I quietly packed up some stuff and was about to leave when her dad accused me of leaving so I could call the cops. He wasn't worth it. So I waited.

After Kisha had left, he asked me why I was still here. I told him that if he wanted me to leave then let me go and he said fine. I grabbed my stuff and left. He followed me out and told me that if I was leaving at least have the decency to tell Kisha who was on her way home because her job had been finished. I told him I will wait outside for her and continued walking.

(Side Note: A few days before I left, I sent my mother a message asking her that if she was still willing to help me come home if I needed to and she said yes.)

I was waiting outside when Kisha pulled up and didn't even see me and went upstairs. I kept praying she would come back down so I didn't have to go back up. She didn't. I decided that it wasn't worth it and left. She left the building to go to a party for the workers and she saw me outside and told me to rectify the situation with her dad TONIGHT. I didn't. It is the only time in my life that I spent the night sleeping on concrete.

I was waiting outside her dad's condo when she got home at 4am. She was drunk and walked right past me and went inside. I waited for an hour to see if she noticed I still wasn't there and try and find me and she didn't. So I officially left the building.

I walked across the street to a gas station and used the pay phone to call my house collect. My mom picked up and in tears I told her I wanted to come home. Over the next 3 to 4 hours I walked to an island where there was a walmart. My mom sent me a money order to get a suitcase and some food cause I hadn't eaten in probably 5 days. She set me up with a plane ticket to fly home and that's exactly what I did. I left Corpus Christi, TX and arrived in Kansas City, MO on March 23rd, 2011. That was my final straw.

Epilogue:

After I got back I had to pick up my life again. I got a job at a gas station working overnights and was planning a trip out to Nevada to see Sam for her birthday. I am now engaged to the most wonderful woman in the world and we are preparing for our wedding and our new addition that will arrive near the end of September or early October.

I hope you have enjoyed Descent Into Hell.....until next time.