I hope those who has started with part one to all of this is still following along with. The tale has yet to end. I am still not home with my family but as fate would have it, I have been force to move in with my father and stepmother. Not a terrible situation, but if anyone remembers the things that I have lived through with this man could understand a certain degree of being uncomfortable around him. This is the ultimate test to see just how far I have taken myself. I look at this man, my father and I see myself. And then I understand exactly what my wife had to put up with. High maintenance, let me tell you, to this day my father has done little to change his life and the way he treats me is challenging. He even tried to set a bed time for me recently at 8:30 p.m. His irritable, emotionally uncontrolled and prone to yell out obscenities at any given time. I think, every grown man that has had a troubled childhood and insists on using it as an excuse to treating his family like mud. Should absolutely trying staying a week with his own father. It is mirror reflection and scary. Things I have learned about maturing into a man.

            1. When confronted by hostility do not battle it. My father called me many names just recently including how big a failure I was to my family. That hurt a lot. But in the end I simply took a deep breath listened to everything he had to dish out at me. I became bigger then he was at the moment. I said nothing and took all he had and you know what. I was at peace with myself, for the simple fact that he was a good example of what I needed to change about myself. And I did.

            2. Recently just the other night before moving in with father I was sleeping in the car when two officers approached and knocked on the window. I woke and got out complying with all that they asked including a search of the car. Problem was that the restraining order that my wife had placed against me also mentioned the vehicle which was in her name. They cuffed me and pushed me over the hood of the car and checked me for drugs and weapons. I still complied giving no resistance even though the side of my face stung when it hit the hood.