i'll try to give the abridge'd version..10/08/05
Bobbie (my wife) left me for a guy she met at work, some cook at B-Dubs named "Joe".
Few weeks later, I met smokin'-hot Andrea, around the same time, Bobbie asks me to co-sign for a $1,000 loan so she can rent a 3-bedroom house with her friend and her sister, I do. She moves into her new house.
About a week ago, Bobbie broke up with her new boyfriend Joe for the 4th time because he lied about smoking crack, he's a winner.12/28/05
Bobbie went out drinking with her friends (and one of my friends).. Called me at 2:30am to "talk".
BOBBIE: Hi, what are you doing?
TONY: going to bed
BOBBIE: are you going to hang up on me?
TONY: no, i'm just going to bed, i'm tired, it's 2:30 in the morning
BOBBIE: oh, as long as you don't hang up on me
TONY: i won't
BOBBIE: okay, see you tomorrow morning so we can seperate our bank accounts.
, phone rings, I don't answer. phone rings a couple more times, I don't answer. shortly after 3:05am, knock at my front door. I figure, hell no am I going to answer that, then she'll think she can come over any night at 3:00 in the morning to "talk".. I look out the window in time to see my friend Angela and some of Bobbie's friends pull up to correct this situation, phew, good thing, I was getting worried.3:10am
SMASH!!! Bobbie rams my garage, 2 seconds later, SMASH!!! .. oh yea, and 6 more times, SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH.. she continues to back up to the street, and ram my garage with her 2002 4x4 Trailblazer where I have my car and Andrea's car parked. I run downstairs, look out the door, call 9-1-1. Hear the front window smash, Bobbie crawls through and asks where my "bitch" is.. I say "at her parents" as i (and our friends) wrestle her to the ground and hold her down till the cops show. The cops show up, handcuff her and carry her away kicking and screaming shoe-less. They place her in the back of a squad car, and she kicks the window out with her bare foot. They put her in a different car, and take her to the hospital for an alcohol test and cuts on her foot.
After talking to Jenni (her friend and roommate), I guess Bobbie called "Tony" in her phone, dialing the wrong "Tony" and calling a girl from her old job. She hears a girl answer, yells, "that bitch did NOT answer his phone!".. and drives over to, um.. talk.
Bobbie and I have had a very good break-up, we were together almost 8 years all together, I was pretty broken up when she left me for Joe, but I recovered. We haven't argued much at all since the break-up and everying (up till this point) has been very civilized. This Friday (2/10/06) is her preliminary hearing and I've been subpeana'd to show.. but yea, wtf??
I'm just happy she hit my garage and not my living room.. my XPS might have gotten hurt.