Hey there Jack,

I am doing ok considering.  He told me he wanted at divorse @ my 10 am break on Monday.  Accused me of cheating on him. 

Tells me he cheated on me.  Denies it immediately. 

After work, I went home to "discuss the relationship" when Derek flipped out.  I grab my spare car keys & a box with the money, $85, I've saved from not smoking, decided fuck the rest of the stuff, and went for the door.

  He slammed the door shut, his pupils are tiny pinpoints & started shoving me against the wall, screaming "who are you fucking?" "Slut!" "Bitch!" & "Raimey, is that you?" (his ex's name). He grabbed the box from me, and hurled it into the living room.  I went for my cell phone, and he tried to take it away. 

Both hands on my chest, slamming me against the wall, then one hand going to my neck, choking me as I try to turn my head away.  Trying to be calm, only shaking so hard I can barely stand. 

Slammed me sideways against the table.  Slamming me up against the counter. Staring into my eyes, his nose to mine.  Says "I cheated on you.  Her name is Lynn and I fucked her in the camper." 

(Back in August of 2002, went he went to the Michigan 400 Nascar race, before we were married.  When we had only been living together for 5 months.) 

Shoves me and I fall against the stove. I run to the living room, grab the lock box.  He's standing in my way, advancing.  I go for the front door, struggling with the lock, and he's coming after me. 

And I finally get the lock open, and now he's appologizing, saying he's sorry and he never meant to hurt me. 

I get into my car, unthinking, drive west of town screaming until my voice dies. 

I called the cops.  I'm staying with a friend. And finally feeling better.  I'll call you later.  :)     

From: "jack, jack, jack, jack lindsley, lindsley, lindsley, lindsley" <                                          To: jessie d lindsley <sigh_rin@hotmail.com>
Subject: whats this i hear
Date: Mon, 26 Sep 2005 21:41:39 -0700 (PDT)

Howdy,

I was talkin to jerry and he said that you and derek were getting divorced as of today or somethin like that.  Hope all goes well in a crummy situation.  He said you were going to move into rondas apartment for the time being.  keep your spirits high (does that saying mean that alcohol, a depresant, can actually smoke the reefer and get high, intriguing, i would think that the two might actually cancel each other out somehow and then you would have another aggendified product to package and sell to the american masses for uncontrolled consumtion, I will call this revolutionary new product "spirit water",  wait, oh dear, they already have that, its called "Aquifina" and you can buy it at Wal Bogs in flats of 24, or Sams chubbs by the pallet of 24,000, I will have to call the FDA and warn them so they can ban it, in the mean time i will start an underground chain of "Speak Easy's", start livin the life of Al Capone, study the investigative skill of Elliot Ness so that I dont end up in Alkatraz, and learn kung fu.....foooor the heck of it, now thats eauntrapreanuearshipstontingvile (still cant spell that dam word and its posted up all over this college, but at least i got the main point the leader ship university))

uuooh...seven years of college down the drain.

 

well keep me up to date and remember were always here for ya.

 

life, liberty and the pursuit of footballs

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