The rest of 1988 was really a blur. I do know that his mom gave the gun back to him. I know that he, in a drunken rage one night, got on his motorcycle with his loaded gun and drove away after threatening to kill my parents. And I called the police. They came out, but they were no help. I had marks all over me, and they wouldn't take him to jail.
Really, I think everything was escalating. Looking back now, I can see that things were unraveling completely. My friend and her husband moved away, which was probably good for the guys. She and I spent many nights driving around looking for them in bad parts of town in a black truck with no air conditioning with the windows rolled up in the middle of the night.
Again, addiction and obsession. Man, it was bad.
I had also began a new and what was supposed to be a better job that summer, but it wasn't. I felt like I was being abused there at work and at home. At the end of that year, I started looking for another job. And I found one!
In 1989, my life started taking another turn, and it was going to be a long and windy road. But it was going to be a life-changing road.
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