I went out with a friend. He had no keys of my place. After I left he went out... without me knowing. I came home... looking around... he wasn't there. I called him, he doesn't answer my call. After a few more he finally answers my call. He was out, left behind my back. He went to a bar across the street. He was drunk... again.. altough he promised me he wouldn't drink anymore. After a few hours he came home. We argue, it comes down to another fight. I threw him out and close the door. I went upstairs, took all of his clothes and threw them out of the window... on the street. He called a friend to pick up his clothes. My son was only 7 months old. It was a sad thing for him. After a few months his parents went to court. The judge decided that his dad could see him for a weekend every two weeks. From his birth on I was the only one who took care of him and now his parents wanted to take him away from me... After an half year I met someone else... he was a good man, at least I thought he was untill we got married...
