Source: Fighting at the Gates of Hell
February 2015 – A little strange, what am I missing?
Meeting Pat at O’hare airport was kind of like meeting up with an old friend. We talked continuously all the way out the door, all the way into Chicago, all the way down the street in zero degree weather and I don’t think we stopped talking until we checked into my room at the Congress Plaza Hotel. I remember looking out the window at the frozen landscape, sitting back on my bed to tell Pat another story and zzzzzzzzz that was it.
I don’t know if he was embarrassed or confused that I fell asleep in mid sentence because I’m always moving so fast all the time that I tend to do that sort of thing. He poked me a little to wake me up and said, should I leave? I said, No of course not. There are two beds, stay. You are safe with me.
It’s funny how people always assume a woman is in danger when she is with a man she doesn’t know well. Now we hear about crazy women who hurt men, and I’m beginning to believe it’s more prevalent than we thought.
Either way, Pat is a sweet man. You know the type. Most young women never date guys like Pat because they were too nice for the women who enjoy pain, misery and all that crap. I’m not one of those women.
Early in the morning Pat’s phone rang. It was his ex-wife, concerned that Pat’s youngest son Ethan was playing a basketball game and there was no one to watch him because she said she and Pat’s older son Connor were away at another function. She told Pat he needed to be at Ethan’s ballgame.
Pat explained the situation to me and asked me if I would mind driving to Muskegon, Michigan to watch his son’s game. I thought this would be fun, I had never been to Michigan and it would be fun to see where Pat lived, and meet his kids and ex-wife.
Muskegon is several hours from Chicago and it took longer because it was so snowy but we got there before the game started. We sat outside in his car and talked until it was game time. Suddenly a text from Connor. “Are you at the game?” Pat texted back “Yes. When will you be here?” Connor’s next text was, “in a few hours.”
Just as Pat was reading the text out loud, he looked past me and got this weird look on his face. Almost like disgust. I followed his gaze and saw two people walking down the sidewalk toward the car. They did not see us but entered the door of the building.
I asked Pat what was wrong. He said, ” that is my son Connor and my ex-wife.”
“Connor the guy who just said he wouldn’t be here for a few hours?”
Yes.
“Are we at the right game? Is the basketball game at another facility?”
No.
This of course should have been a huge clue. Most women would have asked to be driven back to Chicago and headed back home as fast as they could fly.
I didn’t understand the rules of the game because I don’t play games.
After entering the auditorium we met a few people who were teachers at the school. As it turned out we were at the boy’s school. Muskegon Catholic which turns out to be a private Catholic school. At the time it had very few accredited teachers, a huge embezzlement problem, a money pit for the Catholic families who pay tuition, a free hand out to black families from the hood who pay no tuition just as long as their kids play ball, and the ‘head of schools” has been caught with his penis in the bookkeepers mouth more than once. But of course, I’m not sick to my stomach yet because it took me a year to learn all this.
Pat loves watching his son play ball. I could see how proud of him he was. Oddly enough not only was Pat’s ex-wife Maureen at the game but so were both of her parents and Connor.
At the time I didn’t understand that the phone call was an attempt to control Pat. In fact it’s nothing I would have ever though someone would do. Maybe an ex-wife but certainly not a sixteen year old son. But then this was just the beginning of my lessons in abusive relationships and I didn’t recognise it.
URBAN DICTIONARY
Won’t let your kids stay with you for more than 12 hours if you live more than 2 blocks away from her. Will do her duty to lie about you to all her friends, family, and every girl she sleeps with.
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