Another baby in 1996. A joyful time for Goldey. But she knew she could not bring any more children into the sitch. Shortly after D13 was born...the real fighting started. Hus broke my finger (slamming it into the door jamb) and Goldey went to the ER. After stopping off at a girlfriend's house to get some first aid. Lied her a$$ off, terrified that she'd lose her kids if she told anyone what was happening. Went to Retro the first time. Made a go of it. For real. It lasted about 6 months. Public put downs, private bullying. Shoving, bruises. Goldey said, "It's not abuse, he's not whaling away with closed fists." Uh...wrong Goldey, it's abuse. Then, the physical stuff started to subside. And he started in on my oldest son.
