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And Now Continuing...While working at the auto auction, being the only woman working with the men on the lot, I had some fun. I dated one of the workers and one time went out with one of the buyers who would fly in from Iowa. Nothing important right now just for future reference. Eventually I went out with Ace, my future husband. He was very charming and attentive. He seemed to care for me a lot. We dated for a few months and then he asked me to marry him. I married him knowing I cared about him but doubting any love for him. I thought it was a ticket out of the mess I was in with moving from place to place and mooching off of everyone. I know I don''t paint a pretty picture of myself in all of this, but I have to be honest. I married Ace and I thought that my life was going to be better. I had someone to take care of and someone who was going to take care of me, yeah right. Soon after the marriage I realized he was a raging alcoholic, I was his 8th wife, and that he had murdered a man in Little Rock, AR and spent a 20 to life sentence for that murder, getting out in 7 years of his sentence. They made him serve a third of the 20 years. I found out he was very mean. Now why I mentioned the dating of the 2 men at the auto auction. The first beating I took from this man was over going out with the "pilot". He got drunk and just started in on it. I thought I had been beat bad before but I was wrong. Ace was worse. I feared for my life more than ever because I knew this man had already killed someone and I thought I was next. Now you say why didn''t I leave at that point? Because he threatened me and my family. I was scared to leave.
Soon after that he decided we were moving to Florida. Ace only worked under the table because he was on disability. So he had all the free time he wanted. So off to Florida we went. We only had his months check. We spent the first night in a little motel in Tampa. He started drinking very heavy. He would not pay for another room and the next night we ended up sleeping on the beach. Not knowing that we were lucky to not have been caught. I didn''t know you weren''t suppose to be on that beach after a certain time. I figured that was where we were going to stay period. Well Ace continued to drink and drink. The next night he got another hotel room. But little did I know that it was the almost the last of our money. The next night we slept in a swampy area in Clearwater. We slept there for the duration of our stay in Florida. Ace would leave me there by myself and scared terribly and go to the bar that was near by. He drank up the last of the money. At one time he convinced me to call my mother and see if she would wire us the money to get home. I knew my mom would not do that, but she did send 20 dollars and I got a meal out of it. The first time I had eaten in days. He spent the rest on a bottle. The next day he decided we would walk to MO. I had a bag with my belongings in it. I never knew how heavy a small bag could get when you are walking a long distance. I gradually started getting rid of stuff along the highway. I forgot to mention that while sleeping where we were in Florida that I got bit many, many times by fire ants. I had hundreds of bites. My legs swelled horribly and at one point I had to cut my jeans in order to allow for the swelling and cut my sandals so that I could wear them. The more I walked the worse it got. I came to a point that I could go no further. We were near a town and Ace found a Catholic church who were willing to help us. They bought us tickets home on a Greyhound bus. I was so relieved.
Later. Blog on.
March 23, 2005 1:32 PM |
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