Drama, Drama, DRAMA!!

**I started this post on Saturday..I was not able to finish it because of all the drama**

The Howard County Po-Po just left my house.

This all started because the boy noticed something very disturbing today.
His house key was missing. It was the only key that he had in his key chain.
The kind that you hang around your neck.

We were getting ready to leave home, to go to my mother's.
He was spending the night tonight.

He thinks, or to hear him tell it, he knows that his father took the key.
He used his 10 year old logic to figure this out.
Who else would take a key to our house? he wondered.
Good question.

Last February, my ski jacket came up missing. Not just any ski jacket, but a brand new
Columbia 3 in 1 that cost me over $200.00. I accused baby daddy of taking it, and he made me feel foolish about it. He was like..who the fuck would steal a damn coat?

YOU WOULD MOTHERFUCKER!!


So, when I get home tonight, I looked to see if my money was still on my bar where I left it.
My girlfriend ran out of checks, and wanted to know if I could write 2 checks for her.
Both for $100.00. Sure, I said. No problem.
This was Thursday night. I told her that I would have to put the money in the bank
to cover the checks seeing that I have not worked in 2 months..and I have NO MONEY!
So, she gave me the cash, and I put it in a cup on the bar.

When I walk in the door, I go straight for the bar..sure'nuf cash GONE.
GONE do you hear me! Fucking Gone.

I sat down on the couch to think. I just took $40.00 of that money last night because
the boy's school sponsored a Bingo, and we signed up to go. I figured they would have snacks
and stuff..I wanted him to have a good time, since we haven't really been doing fun stuff since I haven't been working.

I start to look in all my hiding spots. Maybe I put it somewhere else, right?
So, I go to my top drawer. Holy SHIT. My gun is gone.
Yes, MY FUCKING GUN. GONE.
How fucking scary is that.

So, I call the police. And they come take a report. The officer advises me that kids in my neighborhood may be responsible for another break in. But she feels like baby daddy is responsible for this. I, however, am not so sure. I know that he does shit to get under my skin.
But this...well, this is too much for even him. He is not that damn bold. Well, he is, but I don't think this has his name on it...I just have that feeling.

Of course, I get the lecture about having a loaded gun in my residence with a child here.
Okay, I will listen to that..but I will not explain myself. Yeah, I know it's a crime.
And I guess I am guilty of that. But I will say again just like I told the officer:

"I am a single parent. I have a child to protect. There is crime. I am afraid. Period.
If there is something that you need to do because of this..then let's do the damn thing."

I KNOW HIM. He is well aware that I keep a loaded gun in the house. He doesn't trip off of it. It's just a 'thing' to him. He is not allowed to touch it, and he knows that. He is not aware of where I keep it, but was told that if he ever sees it to LEAVE IT ALONE.
It could KILL him. He understands.
CLEARLY.

I put a chair under my damn door knob so that I could stay awake all night and stare at the ceiling. I could not close my eyes if I wanted to.

The next morning I called baby daddy. As I figured, I did not get the feeling from him that he had anything to do with this mess. But we came up with some theory's and they were quite interesting...