LEADING UP TO THE END....
In 1969 we lived at SE 14th Street / Pompano Beach, Fl – Mom’s writing One evening I was sitting on the couch watching TV news. My youngest daughter Debbie, who was 16 years old, was in the kitchen helping a friend of ours who was a chef at a local restaurant. He was preparing a chateaubriand dinner. My husband arrived home and came over and sat down on the couch next to me and pulled out a silver gun out of a paper bag and held it to my left temple and said,“I am going to kill you.You are not taking my son away from me.” Fact is: I had asked him for a divorce. He was my second husband and we had been married 13 years.We had 6 children, his 3 girls and my 2 girls and a boy of ours. I also had his 2 girls living with us most of the time and I loved them as my own. The problem in our marriage was that my husband was a compulsive gambler. It’s like “Hell on Earth!” I had had enough at his point because I had finally figured out that I could not change his behavior – only my own! I had not worked when I was married, as I felt my main job was to be a wife and mother. I loved that role. I really had no desire to work outside the home. When my husband insisted that I get a job (because he was gambling so much) it was out of control. I thought since I really don’t want to work – what could I do to make the most money I could make – legally.A lawyer friend of mine told me he thought I would be good at real estate. I said,“REAL ESTATE! that’s too dull for me!” But I did go to Real Estate School at night at a local high school. I passed the test and began working at a prominent Real Estate company. (AJ. Richter) Between my husband’s job in sales and his habit, he was hardly ever home, except to sleep. I had all the kids, all the responsibility, all of the time. He spent NO TIME with any of us and yet professed to love us. “ Actions speaks louder than words ,” my mom used to say. So, when I
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