dpuckett wrote:What happened to her Mercedes?
Really long story, but I'll sum up most of it.
Tom (her "father") is a worthless piece of s***. I'm one of the most respectful people you'll ever meet, but I have no problem saying what he is because of the way he treated Dallas. Tom is all about having control, and since Dallas grew up with him (kind of, she barely saw him, and her parents divorced when she was 8 or so) she didn't realize what he was doing to her. He would belittle her, treat her like garbage, and expect her to be okay with it. Needless to say, she never had the guts (nor did her brother or anyone else) to say anything about it. Than I came along, and everything changed. The first time he said something like that around me, I was dumbfounded, not only because it is a father saying that to their child, but because he said it so easily, like she didn't even matter to him. Regardless, I put a stop to it, and I let him know that I would allow him to say that kind of crap when I was around.
When he met his new wife, (number 4 I might add) things completely changed. She was all about control as well, but she can control Tom without him even realizing it. They slowly started to completely ignore Dallas altogether. When they finally got married, they moved into her house, and Dallas was no longer a member of the family. When they'd go out to eat, they'd leave her, wouldn't bring her anything back, and wouldn't speak to her for days.
In December they left her by herself all day, so after work I came to pick her up to get her something to eat. She texted her dad about an hour before I got there saying she was going to go with me. I got her home 10 minutes before curfew and left to go home. I get a call about 10 minutes later saying she was locked out, and they changed the garage code on her. Apparently they were mad because she didn't call the exact time she left, and had to be punished for it. Keep in mind she was pregnant at this time, it was below freezing and it was sleeting out. Needless to say I was furious. When I got to their house I banged on the door for abut 2 minutes before he called his Dallas. When I answered he was surprised, and when I started yelling at him, he didn't know what to say (again, because no one would ever question him, he thought he controlled everyone) and I let him know either a window was getting broken, or his a$$ was getting out of bed and letting his daughter in the house. He hung up after that.
I figured I'd call my parents as they were in Law Enforcement for over 20 years before they retired and told them the situation. They said just call the cops and he'd have to let her in. I did just that, and they forced Tom to let her in.
Anyways, when she told him she was pregnant, he kicked her out of the house. This was in January I believe, so she has been living with me since then. She didn't talk to him for months, and he didn't figure out she had the baby until her brother heard from a teacher in school and told him. He was upset, apologized to her and said we could have the car because we obviously needed it. She planned on going to school and getting a job, but Tom started acting like a little Sh** again and she stopped talking to him yet again.
Fast forward to this week, my truck is down because I need new brakes. I've been driving the Mercedes for the past few days and Tom is mad at Dallas because she won't talk to him anymore. We have a bunch of baby stuff in the car and a bunch of our own stuff (he was going to sign the title over when she turned 18) but out of the blue, while I'm at work he took the car without telling either of us. He dumped all out stuff in my front yard, and by my neighbors mailbox and texted Dallas that he took his car back that was it. He left me at work with no way home, and since my truck is down, I have nothing I can drive now.
Sorry for the life story (there is actually way more crap he has done, but it makes me angry even typing it, so I'll spare you all) but I figured I'd vent a little. For the record, yes I do realize that this all sounds like Dallas and I are being dramatic, and making it sound worse than it really is, but I can assure you I'm not being dramatic in the slightest. he truly is a worthless father, and a worthless human, and will now have to live with the fact he won't ever see his "daughter" or "Grandson" ever again.
So that's why we're car shopping.
