The next thing scared me even more.... My sister kept Bobby for one evening while we had dinner out.  The next day we hear a gun go off in the woods behind the house. Kids are flying out of the woods in all directions.  I caught one of the boys and asked what was going on and who had the gun?   He told me Bobby had the gun and that another boys dad was back in the woods too.  I don't think that my feet hit the ground until I found them standing in the woods.  The other boy's dad had taken the gun to his house and called the police.  Finally I got Bobby to tell me where the gun had come from and what had happened in the woods.  He had taken the gun from my sister's house the night before.  And that he had shot it there in the woods.  I took Bobby by the arm and dragged him out of the woods to show me where this other boy lived.  Didn't have to look long there was already a police car in the driveway. 

I knock on the door, and the father lets me in.  They are trying to decide what needed to happen with this situation.  Both agreed that since no one was hurt and I had planned a 
good butt paddling when  we got home that would be the end of it. 

The officer gave us a ride home.  While doing that he told me about the gun.  It was a 45 automatic, and the bullet that was shot was a hollow point bullet. The vision that ran through my mind was pure horror.  That type of bullet could have taken the head off of any one of those kids in the woods that day. 
 

When we got to the house, I called my sister and had her tell the officer that the gun belonged to her husband.  And since he wasn't home, the officer made them bring the paperwork showing proof of ownership to the station to recover the handgun.   To say the least they were not happy campers.  They tried to place blame on me for not supervising Bobby more.  I place blame on the fact that had they had the guns in a area that was accessible to kids and had trigger locks on them, that this would have never happened.  My sister and I didn't speak for two years after that.
 

Things went from bad to worse from there on......Bobby had the impression that he couldn't get into trouble no matter what he did. So he got a spanking for stealing a gun. That was all I could do about it.  It was up to my sister and her husband to file theft charges.  Which then they didn't want to get involved with.

We had several other incidents of stealing, cheating in school, tearing up other peoples property.  It just seemed to be one thing after another.

Then things between Tim and I were going bad.  Since we couldn't spend any time alone, or even have dinner out once in awhile.  We started going out separately. Tim would usually go to the casinos or a friends house.

I tended to favor the lil bar that we first went to.  It was a nice place you could sit there and be left alone.  I would stop at the bookstore and buy a magazine or new book and go and have something to eat while I read my books. 

Several months later, Tim seem to change a bit.  Wasn't anything I could pin point....With the problems with Bobby and his father's health I tried to understand. But it seems I was understanding it wrong.   Our sex life which had always been very good, hit rock bottom.  That was when I figured that he was seeing someone else.  And it didn't take me long to find out. 
 

I followed him one night that he said he was going to the casino.  Well that was not where he ended up.  I saw him pull into a apartment complex and go inside one of the apartments. So I get the number off the door and hit the managers office.  I wanted to know who was renting that apartment.  The manager said he couldn't tell me, but would say that a single  mother with three kids lived there.
 

The next day I had Tim meet me for lunch at work.  And I asked him what was going on? He said that there was nothing going on.  I asked who was the woman at the apartment complex. And he didn't say a word. I sat there looking at him, getting more and more angry.  I asked if he was sleeping with her, and again he didn't say a word.  I knew all the answers to my questions.  I stood up and balled up my fist and hit him.  Told him that was it. Him and his family could go to hell.  And I wasn't going to break my neck taking care of his family while he was out screwing another woman.  I just am not doing it anymore. And he would be the one to explain things to his father.