Love, your stalker

Six

Three months after Kirk moved in, I've noticed a change in him. And it's not a good one either. He's been going out with his buddies even more since Ryan was born, coming home drunk, yelling drunkenly at me, even the kids. One incident that occurred was two months after he moved in, he came home at six o'clock, drunk, from a buddies night out. His eyes were bloodshot and his breath reeked of alcohol. He got in my face and started screaming things at me. He pointed his big finger in my face and screamed at me for ten minutes. I thought he was going to hit me, but he pulled his ready fist back and stomped upstairs. My kids were staring at me, their faces filled with fear. I knew Kirk was turning into an anti-social monster and I didn't know how to stop him.

Whenever Kirk comes home, he stumbles around the house, slurring words and almost falling onto things. He then screams at the kids and gets in their faces, yelling at them for his problems, blaming them for what he's turned into. Kirk always leaves the house and goes with his buddies to bars and to parties. He'll come home and fall asleep on the couch. He doesn't bother to help me with dropping off Lacey and Harrison Jr. to school, and he doesn't help with Ryan at all. I always have to carry screaming Ryan in my skinny arms and rock him back and forth so he'll stop screaming in my ringing ears. I never have time to eat by myself without having Ryan stir up trouble. I always have to stay home with Ryan and I have to call my work stating I'm "sick" and take care of Ryan. I look so miserable; my eyes are dark and have bags under them, my eyes are red, and I stay in my bath robe all day, feeding Ryan and playing with him. Kirk could care less if I'm having a hard time. He just cares about himself right now. And I don't think that will change anytime soon.