Now, don’t get me wrong why I think he is a psycho! First, when I found out that it was his ex-wife house, had no business at all, none whatsoever, to be there at the property of his ex-wife. What did he want from her and why would he drag me along into his crazy ideas? For all I know, he has been divorced from her for many years now. What's more, he already married me and why in the world would he still be harassing his ex-wife, who is now long gone? (Do you see how crazy he was?)
Jack never mentioned ex-wife to me, nor did he have any communication with his two grown-up children he had with her. Suddenly, he had this urge to harass his ex-wife and tried to be reunited once again with his two children. When Jack found out that his eldest kid of 24 years-old was working at the Jewelry Store, he immediately drove up there to meet his son and dragged me along with him again.
When we got there, (mind you, this was my first time meeting his eldest son, so I was observing what would happen) his son wouldn't dare to look at him and wouldn't even speak to him. Jack goes, "Son. How are you doing?" His son just glanced at him once and ignored him, like he never even heard Jack calling his name.
It was so sad to witness a man trying to reconnect with his son who had been away from him so many years, only then to be completely rejected. I didn't know the story between the father and son. Of course, Jack was my husband and to see him feeling that rejection was awful. I felt sorry for him. We went back home and Jack kind of swept it all off and didn't want to talk about it anymore.
While in the car with him, I wanted to ask so many questions in my mind, that maybe he wasn't nice to his children, that he was also very abusive to them, but I couldn't prove anything. I knew about Jack's children because he didn't speak of them. I dared not to ask him, as you know, it may have trigger his wrath again.
We arrived home finally that night; I went over to the mail box. I got a letter from my mom for the second time already and I waited until the following day when Jack goes to work, before I could even begin to read the mail. I was just trying to avoid any more conflicts, as you know. Jack didn't like to hear that I still communicated with my family back home (in the Philippines). The morning came, and Jack had gone to work; now it was safe for me to open the letter. The news was bad, in that letter my Mom had told me that my grandma just passed away, but she just died peacefully in her sleep, which is good because she did not suffer at all! My mom asked me if I could help a little bit for the burial or coffin expenses as they couldn't afford to pay for it.
As you know, my situation from the very beginning, I was helpless; I couldn't do anything because Jack controlled our finances, but I just couldn't say no to my mom. She needed me right now! So I waited for Jack to come home that night, because I wanted to have a talk with him about this subject. I took whatever consequence was coming; I may get in return in terms of helping my parents.
I was debating that night whether I should ask Jack or should I just suck it up! Should I just be detached and not help my mom? Jack came home from work that night, and we had dinner. He watched the TV after wards. I was pacing back and forth, should I start now or should I shut up?
I was feeling so apprehensive about approaching Jack, but he took notice of it, so he came to me, and we talked. I told him about my grandma, and that my mom needed some help to pay. I started reasoning it out to him, since he controlled our finances and some of it were mine. I only asked him nicely if I could send a couple hundred dollars, and that I would pay him back.
He then grabbed his check and showed me the balance inside his account. There were but a few hundred left. I told him if we could suspend the tithing just that week for church, and I would pay it back once we get paid the following week, he then told me a big fat 'No'. He went to our room, grabbed most of my clothes together; he sacked it all up in a plastic garbage bag and told me to go away!
Jack said, "I've told you this before that not a single penny will go to your family! I told you to forget about your family. Cut them off! You have your own life now with me, and you need to take care of me and yourself!" :-(
Jack carried all of my belongings, and he put them on the back of his truck. He told me to hop in. He drove and dropped me off at one of my elderly Filipina friends. Jack told me that we are through, over,, and that he will send me back home to the Philippines as soon as he got me a one-way ticket back. Before he left, he then uttered in a calm voice "Go back to where you belong!"
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