*ADOPTED*

*ADOPTED*~One~

It was a cold evening on December 13th, my son was sound asleep in his crib, I was laying in bed reading Stephen King's Golden Years while waiting for my husband Kristoffer Jones to come home from work. Little did I know that the lying piece of shit was out fucking other girls and shooting Meth instead of actually working to help me pay the bills and take care of our 2-year-old son. Hey I am Kacie Lee Jones, and the story I am going to share, you will more than likely not believe, but none the less it is true and it really happened to me. But I am going to start at the beginning so you can sort of live the hell I did until everything changed for the best, thanks to my son, Alexander Nicolas Jones.

As I finished my book, I gave a slight stretch as I checked the clock on the far wall, when I noticed how late it was and my husband wasn't home yet I began to worry, so I got up and went thru the house checking everything as I worked my way to my phone that was charging in the kitchen. I stopped by my son's room just to see that he was sleeping peacefully with the plush bunny that I got him for his birthday last month. Now it was his official favorite toy. I gave him a warm smile as I gently brushed his bangs away from his eyes, then I slowly walked out of the room to grab my phone and call Kristoffer to see if he was ok.

I leaned up against the counter as I pressed 2 for the speed dial, I tapped the countertop after the fifth ring with worry hoping like hell he wasn't in an accident...but then on the ninth ring, he slowly answered. I knew right away that he was all fucked up on something, I got real gruff with him as I asked him if he had any fucking idea what time it was! & that he was still not home! But he was so out of it, he didn't seem to care at all. So after I gave him the reaming of his life, I heard someone's voice in the background...a woman's voice, and by what she was saying they weren't just friends. I spun in a full circle before telling him not to even come home, because I didn't want his lying, cheating, drugged out fucking ass home! Then I called him a low-life motha fucker right before hanging up on his ass.

But what should I expect, from a guy I randomly had an instant attraction for, & picked up at a bus station of all places and fell in love with him instantly before I took the time to get to know him first. Yea, I know I was crazy, but I was tired of being the terminal bachelorette. I was crazy enough to offer him a place to stay, and he was crazy enough and more than willing enough to say yes to me, so I brought him home with me. After staying with me for 6 months, we both vowed our love for each other and we got married. Everything after that was roses and daisies, until after I told him I was pregnant with our son. Things slowly began to change in him...at first, I thought maybe we were just growing apart due to the total marital rush we went thru...but that wasn't it.

Kristoffer was changing...he said he was happy about going to be a daddy, but the closer I came to the delivery the further apart he went from me. Then after AJ(Alexander) was born that's when I found out that Kristoffer was not only drinking constantly, but when I walked in on him in the bathroom because I needed my hairbrush, he had his shirt off and I noticed needle holes in both of his arms...and it wasn't from legal medicines. My husband was shooting up on drugs! He was so good at hiding it though, I never caught him in the act. Then there were several times that he came stumbling in the door at very late hours drunker than a skunk wreaking of whiskey.

I tolerated a hell of a lot when it came to him because I loved his stupid ass, but my toleration rope snapped when he came home drugged and drunk out of his mind and actually started a fire in our bedroom by passing out while having a lit cigarette in bed. I was downstairs cooking and our son was in his bedroom across the hall from our bedroom sound asleep when I smelt the smoke...that was fucking it! When it came to him endangering our child and me I knew it was time for me to pack up and leave his ass. I mean my friend Trinity told me many times that I should have never stayed with him this long knowing he was doing drugs, fucking other women, and being a chain smoking-continuous alcoholic, but I truly thought my love for him and his love for our son would be enough momentum to change him...Oh, Boy was I so fucking wrong!

So after I successfully got the fire put out, and he was still passed out cold, I packed a few necessities and my best clothes, then I went to our son's room and packed a few of his favorite toys and his best clothes, and random necessities that he needed, then I grabbed my phone and my car keys and bolted. I headed to the only other place I had to go, which was my best friend Trinity's house...but it was ok with her, for she was married to my older brother Tommy Lee Etienne. AJ stayed sound asleep the entire trip, as soon as Tommy seen me pull up in the driveway he rushed out to greet me with a massive bear hug then he went around and gently pulled his nephew out and carried him into his cousins' room to sleep with them, Because he and Trinity both said they wouldn't take no for an answer about me staying with them for a while. I snickered at them both and said right now I was too tired to argue the matter over with them, and all I needed was a bed to crash in.