Millipede: Part 26

Millipede: Part 26 September 10, 2012

by Millipede

I stood there looking at my ex turned “roommate”.  By either title, I would be stuck with his problems. Winter and all it’s problems loomed ahead. For some reason, I thought of the book,The Shinning. The description of Danny’s thoughts as he realizes that the hotel is haunted and that he and his family will be stuck there all Winter. In vain, he hopes that the evil that resides in the hotel will leave him alone, but deep down he knows better.

Here I was facing, the same dilemma; should I do something or should I try to stay and hope for the best. Moving out on such a short notice, how could I even manage it. Short of moving in with my sister and her husband, sharing a house and all, all other options were financially non-viable. I really didn’t want to impose on my sister and her husband. It was easier to stay with my ex until the Spring and hope for the best. Yet I couldn’t shake the feeling of dread. It was easy now to commit to staying the Winter in the midst of a pleasant fall. However, when it was January and the road was packed with snow and my ex was on a bender, how would I feel then?

There was no way, I was going to walk into that nightmare. When in doubt, pick up the phone. I called my sister and told her about the situation. I related my fears, complete with my literary allusions. She understood completely. My sister had an idea, she had been working on finding me a cheap trailer for the Spring. One of her sources was the son of a neighbor. He sold a lot of scrap metal and people were always letting him haul off their old junk. He sometimes got trailers from time to time. My sister said that she would tell him about the urgency of the situation, put the search into high gear.

My sister and I talked for another hour or so. When I got off the phone with her, I immediately called a friend of mine. I did not want to deal with my ex, I was so angry. My friend and I talked for a while. When I hung up the phone, it was too late to politely call anyone else. I discovered one good thing at that point. In sneaking the booze in while I was gone, now that I was home, my ex couldn’t do the usual “endless refill” that accompanied his usual bouts. This meant that the alcohol was actually wearing off a bit.

It didn’t matter, I was so angry that I barely said a word, despite his sappy attempts to be friendly. I went to bed, anything to be away from such a liar. I planned on sleeping in late and staying away from him the next day.

The phone rang, awakening me out of sleep. I heard my ex call out that I had a phone call. I got up, wondering who it could be.

It was my sister and she had great news. Her neighbor’s son had a trailer. To make a long story short, a landowner he knew had contacted him about an old trailer that he wanted pulled off his land. It had been abandoned by tenants who could no longer afford to rent the land upon which it sat. It had sat there for two years and the landowner wanted it off. Normally, the son would have parted it out for scrap, however, he saw that it was in decent condition and knew he had a trailer for me.

He wanted me to take a look at it and if I liked it, we would find out about moving it. I couldn’t believe it. God had really looked after me. Despite the Bible and God being used as a truncheon to intimidate me into doing what was not in my own interest, I still believed in God. Despite being painted as an unbeliever by my ex, I still prayed. Now my prayers had been answered!

Better yet, the neighbor’s son wanted to meet with me that day, to look at the trailer.

When I hung up the phone, I told my ex that I had a possible trailer lined up and that I was going over to look at it. He looked surprised and commented on how quickly I had found it. I don’t think that he remembered much from the night before. Furthermore, my ex didn’t seem to realize how angry I was As usual, he was absorbed in his own world.
I got dressed at the speed of light and took off for my sister’s place. Excitement and hope filled my mind. Could this be the light at the end of the tunnel….

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