dixiehack
Well-Known Member
My wife teaches with a colleague who is going through a horrible divorce. Her husband is basically a controlling, abusive psycho, who has contested the divorce every step of the way (mostly by firing and hiring attorneys to get continuances). She gets no money from him for their two kids, instead he is running up the bills as much as possible. Because of his behavior, he can only see the kids if his mother or sisters supervise. They refuse to do so, because they can't control his behavior.
What makes the situation sticky for us is we babysit the kids one night a week while the mom attends grad school. She's in her last semester, and needs to finish so she can make the extra money to support her family. He knows we keep the kids (but not what night), and he knows where we live. She has a restraining order against him, but until now our house hasn't been included.
This afternoon, I got home from work early thanks to the weather. Right behind me, I see an unfamiliar SUV pull up to our mailbox (we live at the end of a dead-end road). I walk over to see what's up and he steps out and introduces himself as "Jane's" father. I respond that he needs to leave. He begins a diatribe asking what he ever did to us, and saying when we persecute him, we persecute Jesus Christ. I repeat again that he needs to leave and whip out my cell phone for the 911 call. He gets back in the SUV, but leaves the window down and continues harranging me until he saw me take a step towards the back of the car to try and read his tag (he's been changing cars frequently, and his wife doesn't know where he is staying.)
Once I took that step and he saw me talking on the phone, he proceeded to slam the car in reverse so I can't see the tag. He probably hit 20 mph backing into the main road (in freezing rain no less) before peeling out. I tried chasing him for close to a block while huffing and puffing info to the operator, but of course it was no use.
They did send a policeman out to talk with us and advise us that we could basically do ****-all nothing at this time. Barney Fife didn't even bother filling out an incident report, or even have a business card to give us. He also indicated we probably don't have much shot at getting a restraining order against him (although his wife did call her attorney after this and is getting our house added to her order. Still I want something keeping him away from my family specifically, wherever we are.)
Right now I'm about 3 parts frustrated, 2 parts pissed off and 1 part shaken. I've always said I would never own a gun unless I needed one, and now I'm wondering where to get pistol lessons. Part of me thinks that isn't the answer and the other half says I need something more than a purple T-ball bat to keep the peace. Mostly I just needed to vent.
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What makes the situation sticky for us is we babysit the kids one night a week while the mom attends grad school. She's in her last semester, and needs to finish so she can make the extra money to support her family. He knows we keep the kids (but not what night), and he knows where we live. She has a restraining order against him, but until now our house hasn't been included.
This afternoon, I got home from work early thanks to the weather. Right behind me, I see an unfamiliar SUV pull up to our mailbox (we live at the end of a dead-end road). I walk over to see what's up and he steps out and introduces himself as "Jane's" father. I respond that he needs to leave. He begins a diatribe asking what he ever did to us, and saying when we persecute him, we persecute Jesus Christ. I repeat again that he needs to leave and whip out my cell phone for the 911 call. He gets back in the SUV, but leaves the window down and continues harranging me until he saw me take a step towards the back of the car to try and read his tag (he's been changing cars frequently, and his wife doesn't know where he is staying.)
Once I took that step and he saw me talking on the phone, he proceeded to slam the car in reverse so I can't see the tag. He probably hit 20 mph backing into the main road (in freezing rain no less) before peeling out. I tried chasing him for close to a block while huffing and puffing info to the operator, but of course it was no use.
They did send a policeman out to talk with us and advise us that we could basically do ****-all nothing at this time. Barney Fife didn't even bother filling out an incident report, or even have a business card to give us. He also indicated we probably don't have much shot at getting a restraining order against him (although his wife did call her attorney after this and is getting our house added to her order. Still I want something keeping him away from my family specifically, wherever we are.)
Right now I'm about 3 parts frustrated, 2 parts pissed off and 1 part shaken. I've always said I would never own a gun unless I needed one, and now I'm wondering where to get pistol lessons. Part of me thinks that isn't the answer and the other half says I need something more than a purple T-ball bat to keep the peace. Mostly I just needed to vent.
Hounds released in 3, 2 ...