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MY HOUSE



I pulled into the driveway of my home and I parked the boat beside the house. My son and I hooked up the water hose to the engine and allowed it to run for about fifteen minutes. We then unloaded the fishing poles, and tackle and we began to clean and wax the boat. After we finished we walked into the house. As I entered the doorway I stopped dead in my tracks.

"Laura has been here, hasn't she?" I asked my wife.

"What makes you think that Laura’s been here?" she replied.

"Because, I can smell damn marijuana in here. That's how come," I told her."

I had battled for years to keep drugs out of my house. Every time I turned my back, my oldest step-daughter would come to visit her mother and sit in the kitchen and smoke one marijuana cigarette after the other.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I do not want that damn crap around the younger children?”

"This is my house too and you know that Laura will not come and visit me if she cannot smoke her joints," said my now ex-wife.

"I don't guess it makes any difference that it's against the law. Does it?" I asked.

"As long as you are not here it doesn't hurt anything for her to smoke a joint or two while she is here," she voiced.

"I don't want that damn crap in my house and I don't want my son inhaling that junk. I don't want to lose everything that we have worked for. Can't you understand that?" I screamed at her.

"As long as you are not here I don't think it hurts for her to have a joint or two," she said again, as she turned around and walked back into the kitchen.

Laura had been into drugs for as long as I could remember. She had been caught, many times selling marijuana to her friends at Riverbank High School. But nothing was ever done about it. She just seemed to get by with it, time after time. I will forever remember the look on her face when I would find drugs in her room and I would flush them down the toilet. She would be crazed with anger toward me. I guess she is very happy now as she is married to a penny-ante drug dealer who is about as worthless an individual as I have ever met.

I can not express in words how happy I was the day that Linda and I were divorced. Not so much because I was set free from a woman who would never correct, or make her children mind. I was happy because I was finally set free of having to fight the daily battle of right against wrong.



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