It seemed like they needed a hand so much. And constant need.That there was no time for me and my family. It got down right rediculious. So me and they wife started to fight. It was to be expected. Before all of this i had fought with the labbers for years anyways. I mean before the 9*1 call. Anyways it got to a point to where she give the choice of her and the kids. And she would leave me. This was a very unfair situation. She was very determined that there was no help. Or the help never came. Although she never looked for the signs. As i did. But being from the northeast fall time of the year and her work schedule. It was dark when she left for work. And dark when she got home. So she wasnt fully aware with the situation anyways. Well the touching vocabulary. Meaning the "Prick". Extended to my face. And the tell me to walk left or right. As an aid to the situation i still snuck around after the wife went to sleep in and out of the house. Just to see the meth lab busted after all the abuse. And the thought that they threatened my wife and family. Was something a father and husband can not forget. As a tactic. I had a temperature checker. With a laser. The ones you beam or point at something. And it tells the temperature. This was the perfect tool to keep the labbers out of the weeds and brush. It worked like a charm. Id point it in the weeds and out they would come. They was thinking it was something else for sure.
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