Crap. It Was Meant to Be Short and Sweet, But it Turned Out to Be a Major Bitch Session.

Well, I wasn't quite sure if Jill was going to make it here this weekend, but thank goodness she did. I really needed a dose of sister stuff! Most of you already know that she's beginning proceedings on what will likely be a nasty divorce from a mentally and verbally... sometimes physically abusive asshole husband. Well, you should all be thrilled to know that he's in the county slammer! Woot woot! I think I just peed myself with joy.

Yep, he was arrested on Tuesday, released on Wednesday, and by Wednesday night he was banging on the windows of the house and scared the crap out of Wayne, who then called Jill at her friend's house. He couldn't be arrested again because Jill's order of protection hadn't gone through by that point. Thursday he called Alexa's school making inquiries about her, but thank goodness Jill had kept her home that day. By Thursday evening the order of protection was in place and he cannot come within 500 feet of her, nor can he contact her in any way. But here's the funny part. The part that makes me snicker with glee. As she was sitting in the police department, talking to the sheriff, her cell phone kept ringing. It was Mark. Calling her. When he's not allowed to. Snicker snicker. The sheriff told her to pick up the phone and put it on speaker. With only a few words spoken by Mark, the asshole implicated himself and was arrested minutes after Jill hung up the phone.

Now she's got a victim advocate on her side and so far he's being held with no bond. Glory be!!! At least I can breathe a little easier knowing she's safe with her friend and he's behind bars where he belongs.

And get this. The other night, Jill posted a quick update on Facebook. Went something like this: "I'm in so much pain and so tired I could sleep for a week."

Well, Mark's brother basically went off on her, saying that she shouldn't be discussing her personal problems on FB, and that everyone only knows her side of the story, but Mark will have his time to speak. She shouldn't blow thing out of proportion. Blah blah frickin' blah.

First, she said nothing on Facebook about any of this. She said she was in pain and tired. That's because she had emergency oral surgery on Thursday morning. Second, she has the right to say any damn thing she pleases, whether it pisses off those that support a depraved abuser or not. It's the depraved supporting the depraved in this case, just take my word for it.

Then, I sit here wondering... what IS Mark's side of this? Would he say that he's never verbally abused her? He could say that, I suppose, but since I and many other family members have witnessed it first-hand, it would be a bald-faced lie. Too bad we don't have video of the night he went psychotic on her in Disney World in front of his kids and the entire crowd of people.

Would he say Jill was neglectful of him, didn't care for him? That would certainly be a lie since she has waited on him hand and foot for 10 years. I can't tell you how many times I've watched him lay on the couch and tell Jill to make him a sandwich, or this or that. He never asked. He told her to do it and would throw a fit if she didn't. She'd wind up doing it just to keep the peace, even though I'd be sneering at her the whole time. He's even tried that shit on me but no way was I catering to that idiot.

She's cooked his meals (and damn she's a good cook), she's washed his clothes, she's loved and cared for his children, she's cut his hair, she's made countless out of the way trips to pick him up fast food and she's dealt with his utter laziness for years on end. He worked his 5 days a week as a line cook, and the other 2 days he spent laying in bed sleeping.

The grass needs to be cut? Mark's not gonna do it. Oh no no. Jill has to go out in the 95 degree heat and cut the grass and then suffer for days after because of allergies. Shrubs need to be pulled? No problem, Jill will do that too!

The ceiling fan broke? Just get Jill a ladder and she'll take care of it while Mark sits on his ugly ass and watches.

Is that the toilet backing up? There goes Jill to Lowe's for a new toilet, and guess what? She doesn't need a plumber or even her lazy-assed husband's help. No no no! She will replace the whole toilet herself!

So what else could Mark deny? Maybe he'd deny threatening to hurt her? Well, I've heard that first-hand too. Sometimes in person, sometimes while I'm on the phone with her. I've heard things like, "Jill, don't disrespect me like that. I'll mess you up." Or, "If you don't leave me the fuck alone I'm going to fuck you up." Okay, so he doesn't verbally abuse or threaten her. Hmmm.

Maybe he'd deny molesting her while she's sound asleep? Oops, sorry Mark, we've got proof of that, you sick, twisted bastard.

I can't sit here and say I hate him, because hate is a horrible word. But I do despise him. I pity him too, because he's so mental and doesn't even realize it.

Someone out there could cry "But that's defamation of character!" Well, it's not because defamation of character is when you falsely impugn the reputation or character of a person or entity. Nothing that I've written here is false, or even embellished. You already know how I feel about honesty. Well, I feel that way even when I don't like someone. I would never sit here and write lies about anyone, ever. If I say it's the truth, it's the damn truth and you can take that to the bank.

Okay, I'm having an Erkel moment now. Do you remember Erkel?


"Did I do that?" In this case it's, "Did I just say all that?" All I had planned to say was that Jill and the girls got here around 9:30 last night, Jill with one side of her face all puffed up. We hung out with the neighbors for a while (annual block party) where I was reamed out by Larry for letting someone else cut and ruin my hair, while Jill bobbed her head up and down in utter agreement.

Larry, (friend, neighbor, stylist) and Sasha, co-owner of Fringe.

After a bit of visiting we made the long, arduous, 4-house walk back to my place where I served Jill the homemade chicken soup I'd made especially for her. And did I mention that I had a bottle of wine and her favorite candy waiting for her in the guest room? Yeah, I'm sweet like that. Heeheehee.

Today we did absolutely nothing besides a quick trip to Great Clips for her (I cannot believe she lets just anyone cut her hair, and God forbid if Larry gets wind of this. Egads!) and Walgreens. I did make a delicious roast beef for dinner though. Yum.

The funny thing? I haven't seen my sister this happy and relaxed in a very very long time. It's like proceeding with a divorce has finally freed her from the emotional prison she's been in for so long. Even the kids were doing exceptionally well. Alexa was in great spirits, which I truly didn't expect. Jill knows that there's a long, trying road ahead and that the girls are going to go through a lot of emotional turmoil. But ya know what? I think she can be a better mother (as if that's even possible) without their father in the picture, contradicting everything she does and says. They'll no longer have to witness the abuse and constant friction in the house. They will now have the chance to grow into young women who will expect nothing less than absolute respect from the man they choose to some day marry.

Jill is getting divorced. And I'm truly happy for her.

Pssst! If you love me, you might love my sister more. Go visit her at Jill's Believe it or Not, and tell her I sent you!