The last two weeks have been filled with drama - my AH relapsed and didn't care for our daughter. This resulted in her and I staying with friends. While we were gone, he threw my things outside resulting in damage and theft. He also burned all my memories - cute little cards/drawings my daughter made for me over the years, my grade school pictures, a flower girl dress I wore when I was 4, a Letterman's jacket from high school and much more...

I ended up getting a protection order and an emergency custody order issued. They served him on Friday. He was home, but didn't answer the door. I had to have a locksmith drill out the locks. The police found him up in bed in his underwear, drunk, watching TV. He had 15 minutes to gather items and get out. Because he was drunk, they wouldn't let him drive. He left on foot.

After the cops were gone and the locks were changed, he came back. Climbed over our brick wall into the backyard and came in through the window. I dialed 911. I've never been so scared of this man. I locked myself in the bedroom when he came upstairs. I kept telling him he needed to leave. He didn't.

Of course, he's going on and on that I need to be amicable, and do I really want to play these games - no accountability for burning my things, threatening to take our cats to the pound, threatening to put my Dad's ashes in the fire pit, and the list goes on.

He ended up in jail with 3 counts against him. Violating a court order, criminal trespass and disorderly conduct. He's still in there - likely can't post bail. I'm living on edge. My daughter and I are back in the house, but I dread the day he gets out. Of course, it's going to be all my fault. I'm the one that put him there. He won't consider for a second that HE made choices that put him there.

I know that we're all in different situations. I was so hopeful that I could have an amicable divorce with this man. That he could be sober and be a good Dad for our daughter. I never dreamed that it would result in what transpired these last few days. I'm so thankful for this forum - to vent, to get things off my chest. And knowing that you can all relate. Here's to one day at a time...