This was my husband this morning. I woke up and went up front and he popped up and asked me, “What is it”, so I went back to my room. He sent me these texts while I was getting dressed to go for a drive. When I walked back to the living room, he was laying on the couch and looking at his phone. I walked over to him and picked it up. I stood in the living room looking at his screen and he got antsy and kept getting closer to where he could see exactly where I was looking. I no longer cared for his phone but was paying attention to his actions and asked him why he was getting so close. I was told that he was waiting on his turn and that he can’t want to see what’s on it. A few months back, I discovered that he’d been looking through my things, including my tech devices and night stand for whatever he could find. I know this because he mentioned something that I had only said to my mom in a text message and I guess I had made it back quicker than expected from taking my son to work, because my nightstand was open. I didn’t have anything to hide then nor now, but passcodes were changed. Back then, he got mad, grabbed my phone and kept shoving it in my face and told me that I was acting like him by not letting him see my phone.

I didn’t want that this morning. I put his phone on the table. My phone wasn’t visible, but since I had my purse and keys on to go for my drive, he grabbed my purse and got my phone. I let him keep it and headed outside. He followed and tried to unlock my phone with my face. Told him that I’m trying to leave and he could keep the phone, but when I went to the van door, I couldn’t unlock it because he was right there waiting to be let in as well. I walked down my driveway contemplating where I could walk to, but he followed. I eventually was able to get in the van, but he took my bag. I was going to leave that behind too, but he was on the door and had the handle. While I was sitting in the driver seat, I pried his fingers off the handle but still couldn’t budge him. He yelled that I was trying to break his fingers. I wasn’t. I was trying to leave. I got out of the seat and tried to get a hold of something to push him out of the driver doorway. I grabbed his shirt and was making leeway until he took it off. I used that time to jump back in the driver seat and close the door, but since my door was unlocked, that meant all the doors on the van were unlocked. He grabbed the handle of the back door and jumped in before I could push the lock.

He had my phone, his phone, and my purse, but was now sitting directly behind me. His door was still open but I drove out of the yard with a mindset that at least this is now being led away from the kids. I made it a few blocks before he decided to close his door.

During the drive, he was telling me that he had just locked my phone out again and he’d keep doing it until he got the code. He yelled something else, to which I disagreed by saying no sir and then said aloud that I didn’t know why I was calling him sir. He responded with, “No, I’m not the sir. That’s the principal from your old job and that he was just a dog.” He had accused me last year of cheating with the principal and sent him an email telling him that he could have me and that he didn’t like our interactions. I tried not to engage him after that comment, while I thought of where to go.

I had passed a cop car and he told me to go ahead and flag him down. I didn’t know what would come of it, so I didn’t. I eventually pulled into the police station parking lot and parked. He opened his door and said, “I guess this is my stop and complained about being half naked.” He had on shorts, slides, and he took off his shirt when I was trying to close the driver side door earlier. I didn’t say anything, but waited for him to close the door so I could drive away.

I went home and made sure I locked the keypad and bottom lock to the front door and locked the bedroom door. Few minutes go by, and I heard the keypad. Since the bottom lock was locked also, he kicked in the door. I later heard banging on it like he was fixing it. I waited until I didn’t hear him in the living room and went up front, grabbed the phone and left. He had been packing. Gave it a few minutes and went back home but he was still in the driveway. He came over to the van and asked if I took the phone and ran off again. I asked him if he was finished inside, to which he told me it was none of my mf business. Told him that I’d give him his phone as soon as he’d finished packing. He told me that he didn’t give two sh*ts about the phone and got in his truck and left. I went inside and locked doors. Few minutes later, the doorbell rings repeatedly and it’s my husband with his truck parked directly in front of the doors to the house; telling me to give him his mf phone and that I have my own sh*t. (Our driveway is side facing.) I handed it to him and he hopped in the truck. Before he sped off by driving through the front yard, he yelled that, “I hope you find what you’re looking for.” This was my morning. It’s now time to help the kids with virtual learning.