this post is a continuance from a blog I made previously, please refer to them below, they are number in order)

Like I said in my fist blog I’m going to unravel the beginning of my relationship and how I got to where I am now in this parallel normal life.
As I mentioned earlier I have faced much of what others face. I was married at 18 had 3 little girls, and came to realize his infidelity. It was a challenge to keep a marriage together without trust. I tried to pretend all was ok. The final straw was when his addiction began. His desire to find any fix he could and the effects of it rapidly crumble all that I tried so hard to hold together.
I was broke, desperate and building quite an anger deep down.
We lived in my grandfather’s house on a quiet street. After grampa passed my mother inherited the small home. She used it as a rental for us so we could move back from Ny where we had spent a couple years. The street hadn’t changed much, all the families on the street were either the same owners or their families from the days my mother grew up there. Across the street was home to my grandfather’s rival. I can’t say they hated eachother, after all, my mother got along with his children for the most part. My grandfather just didn’t see eye to eye with Henry next door, the older he got the grumpier they both got. A few years after moving to that quiet street Henry passed away. This was nearing the end of my husbands and I’s almost 10 year marriage. But I didn’t know how to affirmatively cut the cord.

The news on the street was Henry’s grandson was moving into the house during the time probation period.
Sure enough, May of 2011 he occupied the house directly across from me. At first I didn’t see much of him. Murmurs from Neighbors, that knew the childhood of those from that street, claimed he was a good guy!  Best part of that younger generation in the family. A friend of mine who lived further down the road was skeptical. One day while we were together outside and the kids were playing he came by with his four wheeler. It had a bucket on the back and he asked if the girls would like a ride? I looked at their begging faces, sure why not? Go ahead I said, while he drove up the loop of the road my friend leaned over to me and wispered, “Be careful, he is a sex offender you know?” It was the first time I learned of this and although I was shocked at the information I played it off as no big deal, I shrugged and said, I’m not worried, they will be fine. But the truth was, deep down I was concerned, I had two little girls in the back of that wagon…..
See the first mention of sex offender put a negative seed in my head, I somehow without trying, created a monster in my mind. Let’s just say after that day I put my guard up.
But why? How did he become a sex offender?
I’ll get to that in my next blog…