April 10, 2014

It's been a long month. I haven't even had time to write in the blog, pretty bad. It's hard to even remember where I left off, so I am going to jump forward some years. Dick and my husband met in the tavern where Dick was working part time to earn extra money. Over the years they became fairly good friends. When my husband would talk about playing cards or having a beer with Dick, I had no idea who he was talking about.
You see, my husband was starting to drink more and more as time went by and getting more and more abusive towards me. Our son had been born in 1967 and this was in 1969. I couldn't take it any more, he was hitting me on a regular basis and would be gone for days at a time. I left and took our baby with me.

I got a decent job working in the computer department of a large uniform company. I was making good money for a female in those days. I found a really good pre school for my son where he thrived. He was
so bright and learned so quickly the lady that ran the pre school loved working with him. During this time I ran into Dick twice, once at the grocery. He was surprised to see my son, it had been so lon since we
had seen each other he didn't know I had a son. I pretended to be in a hurry, I was so nervous being around
him, my heart was beating in my chest. Then once again briefly when we were coming out of church,

During this time I was promoted and was doing well on my job. I was taking my little boy to see his daddy and his grandparents every weekend. I wanted to make sure he knew who his daddy was and he loved
his daddy very much. Eventually my husband and I started talking and he promise he would stop drinking
work harder on being a husband and father. I fell for it and we agreed to try again.  I had saved enough
money from my job to put a down payment on a cute little three bedroom house, with a big fenced in back yard for the my little boy to play in.  

Jumping back again when my son was born I had a rough labor and ended up after five days having an
emergency c-section. We were told that I would not be able to have any more children. This was devastating, but I thanked God for giving me my son. It turned out they were wrong. My husband and
I had been in our new home for a few months when I knew that we were going to have a baby. The
doctor thought I was crazy at first, she said you know you can't have another child. Then when she id the pregnancy test at my insistence She was shocked and then proceeded to tell me there was no way I could survive having this this child that I would have to abort the child. I refused, if God didn't want me to have
this child he would never have given it to me. I continued to work against doctors odors, but had no choice by then my husband was drinking heavy again and it was up to me to pay the bills. I went in the hospital for my c-section on Friday and they were going to take the baby on Monday. They couldn't, I was so
sick with uremic poison and had bronchitis so bad they wanted to clear some of this up first. I had been there a week when the baby decided he was waiting no longer. On Saturday at 3:15 in the afternoon my
son was born by c-section. He was beautiful and I got to see him for a few minutes before I stared
bleeding out and that was the last thing I remember for two weeks.