BOBBI JAMES
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Chapter Two
Hello everyone thanks for riding this crazy path with me. Now here we go chapter 2 with ad much background as I have we are into when life actually seemed real. My mother is still married to the evil step father at this point. Her relationship has very little legs to stand on. I’m getting ready to end elementary school so much went on at school I was bullied. I was a bully. I also was very involved in sports and activities to be away from home. That’s all the info I have again my Brian has erased so much so we’ll fast forward. My mom is divorced again for the third time. We finally get to have a relationship. See my mother always had a habit of being very involved with whoever she was with and it felt as if it wasn’t about a partner she had or my brother I was forgotten. But my brother went to college out of town and now that she’s divorced it was my chance for attention and a loving relationship. All I ever wanted. Which did start to happen and she was going on dates and what not but nothing serious until I was about 14 that’s when he came. Martin they met on farmers only which you know better than the last from Christian mingle. But here he was and here I was left to be forgotten, again. This led to my rebellion. I started acting out and trying “new things” drugs and alcohol. They’d go on so many trips for weeks and I’d be left home to fend for myself. So I did what any other teenager that was left alone would do. PARTY I drowned myself in trying to be the cool one around others. I did it out of spite because I knew if I did these things it would force my mother to pay attention to me. I quite cheering, I quite sports, I did whatever I wanted I drove her car I had people over 24/7, I gave up. I started losing respect for my mom. I met amazing friends who became family and many still are with the few I’ve lost including on of my best friends Frankie I miss you man. Just to give him some light. Frankie and I were very close I lived with him for a while and loved him like the brother I always wanted. Sadly he was taken too soon by a fake Xanax bar that was 3x the lethal dose of fentanyl. There’s not a day that goes by I don’t think about you or your intoxicating smile and laugh. Now I only ever smoked bud no other drugs. But I would buy a lot of it for friends and take it to them. I wanted to be accepted during this age I only had friends older than me wether it was 2 years or 6. I had to grow up and mature extremely fast. I definitely was heavily into smoking and became very dependent I couldn’t get through a day without waking up and smoking all day long. Now this was a crazy period of time but it leads up to a very scary time in my life where I put myself into survival mode. I met who would become my most rewarding nightmare. The boy who had my mind wrapped around his finger. Who I allowed so many horrible events to happen that would take me from my family and loose myself. This next chapter is all about it. Hang tight this is where it gets real. If you have any questions or advice please leave comments.
By BOBBI JAMES2 years ago in Families
Chapter Four
I say typical but it’s not. I was at this point grown I’d already lived what seemed like 29 years of life or more maybe. I had been dragged through a living hell. I was a family disappointment many of them never met Blake and I’m glad. But they knew our trouble and it left me with losing many friends and family when I became pregnant. When I found out I truly couldn’t believe it. I knew for a fact my baby had been put in me for a reason and I found that reason to be why I’m still able to write my story today. The day I found out I was pregnant I was ready to end it all. But those prominent lines cleared my head and made me realize now was my time to find my purpose. I wasn’t going to college I graduated I was lost and now pregnant. I tried so hard to fix my relationship with Blake I got an apartment moved him in and that led to of course more damage. Cops were called several times due to his behavior and actions. We would get kicked out of restaurants family places anywhere if I even looked at a man or vise versus it was over and he had black eyes ready to kill. I was kicked out of my apartment. I moved in with my mom and tried to get a restraining order. This took a lot finally he attacked me in public and I was able to get a TRO (temporary restraining order) but silly me and emotional me didn’t wanna be alone. So yet again him leaving me with no family or friends I had nothing but him. Even together I was alone even together I was slowly dragging through flames. But I stayed “ for my son” I went into labor December 20th. I got a rental house and while in labor he and my best friend moved us in and I thought. Maybe just maybe when our son makes his arrival it will all change. He will change. Boy was I wrong yet again. Fast forward to Christmas Eve I’m getting some really bad contractions so my mom and sister take me to the hospital while he is god knows where. 8 hours later they send me home around midnight being 3 cm dilated. 6 am of Christmas morning I’m not longer able the take the pain I beg my mom to take me to the hospital and she does 6:45 I’m now 9 cm dilated Can’t get ahold of Blake and I’m there with my mom sister and his parents I was cutting it for the epidural but I told those doctors without it there would be no baby. Thankfully I was able to get my epidural and I was relaxed and so ready to meet my baby boy. Blake showed up around 11:30 and I wanted to just wait and have an hour to be just myself for the last time. He proceeded to kick everyone out to be just him, I and the staff. After 3.5 hours at 3:08 my baby boy arrives. My world in my hands I’ve never felt a love so great even while the nurses are rearranging my guts and a doctor is stiching me up. The world stopped. I don’t remember much I passed out for a few minutes. Cps came in while Blake was gone and asked if I was okay and asked if I was safe. I lied. I failed. Blake left for damn near the whole time we were in the hospital because he wasn’t comfortable. Leaving me to be with his family as he wouldn’t allow mine. I stayed in the hospital for three days. Just wanting to go home. After his family and the staff not leaving us alone. But you guessed it. It’s never that easy I call Blake that we’re finally ready to leave and he rushed me to be faster and get out quicker because he doesn’t want to be there. So I get taken down to the car and what do I see, my gas tank I filled so it would be ready for baby boy to come home completely empty the car seat uninstalled and come to find out he drained my bank accounts and was at the casino and out with women while I was in the hospital. We get to our house to find expected visitors to him and not for me. His parents yet again and they decided to over welcome their stay. 3 days after my son was born he was arrested at a bar for assault and public intoxication and underage drinking. He threatened me that if I didn’t bail him out he would kill me and take my son. So I did which I’m still paying for. Fast forward he gets home and gets angry at me and kicks me right in my stiches. Right in front of his family I dropped crying and bleeding and they did nothing. My family wasn’t allowed in my home thanks to Blake and a week later he left to meet up with friends I packed my baby my dogs and as many belongings I could and left. I went to my moms feeling like a failure and scared of what he was going to do next. I finally started to tell my mom events that had happened. I tried so hard to keep him away but he would nonstop threaten me that he’d break in while I’m sleeping and take my son. Now there was no custody order so legally I couldn’t keep his son from him. When my son turned 3 months old Blake asked me to meet him for lunch so he could see my son before “leaving out of town for a week for work” I took a friend with me knowing I couldn’t trust him. We met at Red Robin. He was rude and would follow my rules and threw a fit. Before we got our drinks I decided it was a bad idea we had met up and we went to leave. He followed us tried to rip my son from my arms as soon as we walked out. My friend and I stopped him and went to my car which he followed again. Only this time he shoved me into my car ripped my son from my arms I started screaming so people would notice, he ran to his truck opened the driver door tossed my son into the passenger seat mind you front seat no car seat three months old he’s crying barely able to breathe from laying on his back in the seat and choking on his own spit. I got between him and the door getting kicked anywhere he can reach to try and take off but I wouldn’t let it. I caused a scene 15 people came running over standing in front of the truck blocking him in calling police who showed up quickly to only let him continue holding my son while he’s still bawling. His mom shows up and takes my son from him and the police won’t let me have him. Finally hours later they arrest him and I get my son back and another TRO. This time I knew. This was it I had to protect my son and not only myself. There was no excuse in the world that would allow me to ever be around him again.
By BOBBI JAMES2 years ago in Confessions
Chapter One
The beginning. I’m not sure when the beginning is because to be quite honest I don’t remember much of anything from my childhood. I am almost certain it’s my trauma response to forget it all. I was brought into a world of chaos. This is very different for everyone but I’m here to share my story and maybe find myself and my true meaning. Make sense of everything that’s happened and why. This will be a rough and confusing ride but I hope it will in some way help someone else. So here we are you’ve gotten this far and I hope you stay. I’ve never expressed everything I’ve gone through and honestly, so many have absolutely no idea even my closest people in my life. So if you or someone you know I hope this can help and I hope we all can learn and become our strongest best version of ourselves.
By BOBBI JAMES2 years ago in Confessions