Ok back to my Alaska stories.....
As time went on living there became harder and harder. Fred and I didn't see eye to eye on anything at all. Winter was beginning to set in, it was late September and the snow was piling up. All Fred wanted to do at the point was mush dogs. You recall all the chores the girls did that involved caring for the dogs. Well, they both told me in private that they didn't even want to dog mush. It was Fred's dream, not theirs. Yet they had to work their tails off to care for the 30 dogs that lived on the property. The days were getting much shorter very quick and it was getting cold. The temperatures were starting to hit around 0 degrees around that time, so it was cold. It snowed every day.
The snow is different there though, it's really dry. So you can have 6 inches of snow fall on your vehicle, open the door, jump in, slam the door and all the snow falls off the car... it's the same way on the roads, it mostly just blows off. They don't use salt up there, they put down gravel if there is ice. That makes for endless broken windshields. People mostly drive trucks and they get the gravel it their tires and it flies out and hits your windshield. I was getting chips fixed all the time!
I mentioned last week I had found a job in North Pole, AK. This was one interesting town. Yes, Santa really does live there. I saw his house every time I went to North Pole. I visited him a few times. Oh, btw - he has an RV park right next to his house and he has real reindeer in his yard (all true). One of the funniest things to me, that I saw was, as you drove into North Pole the first thing you saw was a building advertising showers...lol with the way things were for bathrooms in houses, many people did not have showers in their homes so they had to drive somewhere for a shower. So, North Pole catered to them and had a shower facility. North Pole didn't have a lot, it had a very small grocery store, a McDonalds, Taco Bell, and a few small businesses. It was mostly just one road through the middle of the town and that it - it as called "Santa Claus Ln" of course. Santa's house was just off this street. The funny thing was around Thanksgiving people started mailing out their Christmas cards, well many of them wanted their cards to be stamped from North Pole, AK so they would drive for miles to go to that post office. It was crazy around that post office the closer it got to Christmas!
By October I was just going through the motions, I had become closer to Megan and more distant from Michelle. Michelle was always lying about something, skipping school, all sorts of stuff. I stayed out of it with her and let Fred handle her. He was failing miserably at it, but he was a clueless man that thought he knew it all. About the only thing that changed in October was the length of the days and the temperatures. We had put away all the food for the winter, which meant Fred had butchered the pigs and chickens (I'll spare you the details) and put the vegetables up by blanching and freezing them.
November rolled around and I knew I had to leave. Fred showed so many outbursts of anger it was frightening. He mostly showed them towards the girls, but since I had started protecting Megan more that was a problem to him and he directed some of his anger towards me for that. I knew by then I simply hated him. I know that's a strong word, but I couldn't find much of anything about him I liked and definitely was ready to go back where I had come from. He didn't think I would do that since I had moved so far....silly man...the highway and the skies go both ways. So, early November I decided to leave. As I mentioned Fred's anger toward me was bad so I knew telling him I was leving would not go over well. He may have been a jerk to me, but he wanted me to stay because I helped with the girls, chores, cooked, etc. So, to keep the peace for a while longer, when the girls went to school and he went to work, I was packing up boxes of my belongings. I worked part time, and managed to find these great boxes in a shed of his, so I took them and started packing them up. They were really big and I figured I could fit three of them across the back seat of the truck. So every Tuesday and Thursday (my days off), I hauled 3 big boxes of my belongings to the post office and mailed them to my best friends condo in St. Louis. Fred was so into the dogs and running his little homestead he didn't even notice my belongings disappearing...lol
Then about mid-November I told him I was leaving. Meanwhile my best friend had decided to come up and visit so she had booked a flight to AK arriving early December. I decided to let her keep planning to come up there. The biggest obstacle Fred and I faced with my leaving was the big fancy truck we had was in both our names and needed to be in just his. When we originally bought it we used my truck I had been driving as the vehicle that was traded in to get the truck. Only problem was - I was upside down in it. I had been buying new vehicles all time and rolling my "upside downness" into the next vehicle, and the next, and the next.... So not they were all rolled into this fancy truck that he needed to re-finance into his name. Everyone said "no" because now the truck was used to make matters worse. I was freaking out about this - I needed my name off that truck so I could leave., and I wanted to go. We tried several options and all were a dead end, until one day when I called who it was currently with and they said they would refinance it. I was elated!!
At this point I told Fred I was planning to leave, it was now about a week before Thanksgiving. If Fred wasn't a big enough jerk already, he was about to get worse. He treated me like crap, he started looking for new women on Match.com right in front of me (I didn't care because I despised him, but you have to agree it's rude), and he just became more and more arrogant. He planned to drive 6 hours to visit family for Thanksgiving, I chose t stay home. When they all left I was doing the happy dance. I had 2 days worth of peace. So...what's good for the gander is good for the goose right? So I started scanning in my picture to Match.com, writing my profile and out there I went and lo and behold on Thanksgiving day I met Bob....
This is where I'm going to end for this bog post Bob is a whole store in itself... I'll pick up next week with more as usual!