Valeeta

Valeeta

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Valeeta: I’m usually a very private person but today, I’ll talk to you. My husband of forty years is at home right now smashing up and destroying everything that’s in my house. I’m not even able to go home and lay down.

BW: Is he mentally ill?

Valeeta: It’s quite possible. I’ve put him in Gateway before but they wound up almost killing him. They had him in the mental ward and somehow he got pneumonia. He’s an asshole anyway so I guess being there he was even more of an asshole. They had him so drugged up that it almost killed him. They took him off the I.V. and had the county take him home. So, I’m not too quick to have him sent there again.

The kids were supposed to come get him out of the house but they didn’t so I have to endure another week of this. My daughter is supposed to make it in from Baton Rouge and I’m trying to hold on. 

BW: Have you ever left before?

Valeeta: No, I get away. I don’t leave, I just give him space til things get better. This particular time I have to. He’s threatened to kill me. It’s gonna go my way if he tries and I don’t want to hurt him. The kids keep asking me to be the sensible one. It’s really hard. Especially after what he did yesterday. If I would have had a gun I would have shot him.

BW: What did he do?

Valeeta: He shit on my bed. 

BW: No way… why did he do that?

Valeeta: I don’t know why. He was bragging he did it. All I know is that if I would have had a gun I would have shot him myself. 

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