Dear Tyler,

Hi my sweet son! How are you doing on this Monday afternoon? I wish Mom could say that I was doing alright but I am not. I am no longer feeling sick but after yesterday and this morning, things are not going good here in this house at all. I am writing to you now while I am on my computer in my office since Mark is still gone but after that I will  be pretty much keeping a low profile in this house until Mark tells me what he wants to do. Let me explain....

Sunday~ We got up early to go to Disney Springs like he wanted to do. Things started off great but took a very quick turn after Mark got a frozen coffee and didn't want a straw so just like I told him what would happen did...he dumped it all over the front of his white shirt and also got it in the bag of items that we just purchased. Coffee stains and doesn't come out...I was upset and he laughed. He didn't say sorry or anything. Right in public he treated me like a piece of crap and just walked off and left me. To say the least he drove back to the house and we said nothing all day long. He wouldn't talk to me at all until around 7 pm last night. 

Monday~ This morning.... he had to drive to the office and his vehicle is not running right... I offered up mine and he was thankful for that. He left at 8:15 am. Meme offered to take me to the post office to drop boxes off and then take me to the store to grab a few things. Mark left...I was in the bathroom and when I came out Meme asked me if I took her night lights out of the rooms. She told me they were missing and that she didn't go into our rooms and we were to stay the hell out of hers. I told her that I didn't think it would be wise to say what she just said to me to Mark or she would find herself homeless and fast. She told me that she paid rent here...mind you it is shit for rent and we pay a helluva lot more to keep a roof over their heads...like 5X's more and again she told me to stay the hell out of her rooms. I simply told her I did not want to discuss this or start an argument. We went to the post office and then to the store in silence pretty much. I got home and came up to my office. I spoke to Auntie Kristina for a few minutes and that was it. Mark called and asked how things were. I told him what happed this morning with Meme and he blamed me for starting the argument. I told him that was not fair as I am always getting blamed for this crap when it is not me who starts it at all. Everything is always said when he is not around. He started yelling at me over the phone and telling me he wanted me, Meme and Bob out of his house and to just go away for good. He just kept getting louder and louder and his temper was getting worse and more ugly. He kept saying" What the f*ck is wrong with you people?". "Why is there so much drama?" Then he brought in Mom's past relationships... I didn't even know that he was here until I heard him yelling coming up the stairs. I swear he was going to hit me. He was so evil looking. He was stomping all around and throwing things. He stormed out of the house and then proceeding to take my vehicle again. He drove off. I called his cell phone and he answered with "talk... I have the Sheriff on the other line"  I told him great...bring my vehicle back or I would call the Sheriff myself. About 5 minutes later he showed up and threw my keys. He grabbed his and off he left. Mark has a very bad temper. I have seen him this way maybe a dozen times in 8 years. It is not pretty at all. It used to scare me but it doesn't anymore. If he hits me... I will drop him on his ass and then slap him in jail so fast his head will spin. He will loose everything just like I will. He doesn't care that he is emotionally abusive. He has no emotions at all. He cares about nothing other than money, his family and video games. Nothing else matters to him...NOTHING. I see that now and it is hurtful. I don't know what I am up against when he gets back. That is why Mom is writing now. If I had to guess, Mom will be very busy in the next few days trying to find somewhere to go, pack my stuff and leave this home and Mark for good this time. I can't stay where I am not wanted or loved...really and truly loved. For the time being, I am not sure when I will be able to write to you. I will try to write quick letters to you daily but I can't guarantee anything at this point. I know you have seen everything that has gone on and everything I am dealing with so it is no surprise to you. Just know that in time Mom will be ok. I need to do a lot but I will be alright. You will see anger, sadness and tears but just know that is normal and it is part of the healing process for Mom to move forward. I miss you so much my sweet precious son. I love you to the moon and back and all the way around the world. You are my hero and the wind beneath my wings. Forever you live in my heart, mind, body and soul. Please if I can ask a favor... just watch over Mom and make sure I am healthy and safe. Thank you, pumpkin. 

I need to get going for now. I have a lot of things to do and figure out at this time and the day is half over for us now. I will try to write to you tomorrow. It is Tuesday and Mark is usually at his office but I don't know what is going on and I am not about to ask either. Mom will do her best...I promise. Until tomorrow or the next time I can write....good night to you and sweet dreams. Come visit me if you can. I will whisper to you later. Smile for me and I will smile back to you.

Always, Mommy xoxoxo. Muah 💚