Steven awoke early one morning after a nightmare about his wife attacking someone. She and a woman were sitting side-by-side in chairs somewhere but Steven was several yards away facing them. The woman sitting in the chair next to Janelle said the wrong thing and pissed her off. Janelle rose to her feet and started pummeling the crap out of the woman. Her back was facing him as he watched a young skinny guy run up to them. He was cautious and appeared to be afraid to take on Janelle, knowing he was likely to lose. But he was still brave enough to kick her hard in the hip. All it accomplished was to cause Janelle to take a step or two to the side but she continued her attack on the person in the chair. It wasn't until the third or fourth kick to her very well-cushioned hip that she finally went after the guy instead.
Steven woke up sweating. As he waited for his heartbeat to slow, he looked at his bedroom door, not ready to face another day of his crazy wife and her bastard.
Janelle struggled to keep her head above water and even harder not to show it. She called her husband a "typical male" or a "typical lazy dad" whenever he refused to do his part in helping her raise the child that wasn't his. He spent his weekends away from home and usually at his mother's.
Continuing to pay the mortgage and bills and drive his wife wherever she needed to go as long as it wasn't just for the baby, the three of them went to the grocery store one day with the little one screaming in pure terror as usual. Steven could see that his wife was doing her best to be patient and keep her sanity intact but knew she wasn't far from losing it.
In line at the checkout, Janelle assumed that as a married couple their money belonged to both of them even though they didn't have joint accounts and Steven secretly did what he could to set his wife up to be more independent in case a divorce happened before imprisonment. So she was confused - or at least pretended to be - when he picked up one of those plastic stick dividers and pushed a box of diapers and formula behind it and then placed items he used in front of it.
"What are you doing?" Janelle asked.
Knowing it wouldn't do him any good to remind his wife that he refused to pay for her offspring, he said, "I don't have that much money on me. I can only pay for a few things."
Back at the house, Janelle felt free to let it all out and screamed at the still-wailing baby to shut the fuck up.
Steven was sitting in the living room watching TV during one of Janelle's failed attempts to scream her child into silence as he lay in his box a few yards away. “I said shut the fuck up already!" she screamed loudly as she hovered over the terrified child.
Then she turned around to find her husband filming them. She chuckled wryly and said, "You pick the worst times to make your home movies. Do it when he's sleeping or eating."
But of course, he was actually trying to get evidence of her abuse in case he needed it.
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