<-------Me with the headband in 1975
Well as time went on and the abuse and the situation got more and more out of hand I was getting desperate and you know what they say, desperate times call for desperate measures so my mind went to work. Well about 4 yrs into our marriage she decided to go back to Detroit where she was from. I no more wanted to do this then a man in the moon but what choice did I really have. So we left Burbank Calif. and went to Southgate Michigan where her parents lived. Well I devised a plan since this was to me too far away to move from any of my family that if I needed hem was just too far away.
So we drove for 3 days across country and I felt as though I was really becoming separated from my family just as she was doing to myself. Well I had acquired part of an old phone that I needed to put together in case I needed to reach someone since all I was going to be around was her family and none of mine. So slowly day after day just a little at a time I was building a phone (you know 1 of those old fashioned kind) and sure enough like clockwork the day came when of all people (her mother) accused me of going into the attic and stealing some old baseball cards of her sons. (my wife's brother) Now to put this in perspective I could not even climb up stairs to get into my Apt. let alone climb into an attic ad dig around for a box of baseball cards. Completely rediqulious if you ask me and totally untrue.
Well after the huge argument of these cards I decided that I was going to leave and get back to California no matter what I had to do to get there. So I pieced together this phone and made arrangements to get my ass back to California. Needless to say she found out about me making the calls and as I was leaving that day she met me at the airport with all of her shit to go back with me. Actually we cashed in the tickets and we drove back so we could bring our stuff along with us. Well this trip to say the least was a nightmare, on top of having to stop and eat 3 HUGE meals a day I couldn't even allow myself to sweat since that would be losing weight in my ex wife's eye. She would literally start to cry and freak out if I started to sweat too much and that did happen as we were driving thru Vegas on our way to Los Angeles in the middle of July.
We stayed at Circus Circus for a day or 2 and we were looking for a wheel chair so I didn't have to walk anywhere and sweat for anything. Well on the second day we were here the car broke down while she was in the store and I was left in the car and it was HOT and I was sweating my ass off. About 30 mins later she came out and immediately started crying like a little baby trying to shove water down my throat so I wouldn't lose any water weight. To me this was sooo funy but to her this was serious business. She treated my stomach as though is was a separate possession I swear to god. She would HUG it as though it was its own person like she was in love with just that part of me and that was hers to do what she wanted to do with. SICK when ya think about it ain't it..? as I look back now I kinds freak out about the stuff really with the knowledge of hindsight it's really a freaky story.
Well we got to LA and this is where the shit really started to get rich....she started seeing other guys, torchering me to no end and keeping me in my own little prison by keeping the phone and the car keys all in her possession. She even had her daughter tell lies to the police officers about what would go on at the house and her mother would offer her rewards for doing these lies....soo much more to tell you so stay tuned. Here is the 1st of a few radio interviews I did after my surgery and this will give you some insight to what was going on in my life.....
Thanks
The Cabbie
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