One day we decided it to be a good day to go to the creek. We brought Caiden along and picked up Dakota’s mom and cousin from their place in Fordland and drove to the creek that Dakota and I freguiented.
Dakota left halfway through our stay with his cousin to roll a fatty for us all to share. The thing is, it got extremely awkward once they left. I sat in the creek in my bathing suit. Caiden was literally right next to me and his mother looks at me and proceeds to tell me how attractive she finds me and how she’s always wanted to have sex with me and if I somehow got nervous that it would be okay with Dakota to join us.
My first reaction was shock. I honestly couldn’t believe what was coming to my ears. So, without causing an immediate stir i pretended like I was into it. That is, until Dakota and his cousin returned. That’s when I discretely tried to tell Dakota that I wanted to leave. Evidently, I didn’t do quite a good enough job at concealing my upset demeanor.
His mom started getting angry, causing a small scene so luckily for me we packed up and left, dropping off his mom and cousin on the way back.
After settling in back at home, I started gathering up the dirty clothes while doing my very best to tell Dakota about the conversation I had with his mother that day. I told him his mother came on to me, and that she offered to allow him to join if I were to get nervous.
I could tell the news of this wasn’t what he was expecting to hear. He almost seemed as shocked as I was. But, while loading the washing machine he admitted to me that he had sex with his mom, and more than once. The more we talked the more I learned and I did not know how to feel about any of it.
Should I break up with him? That’s the question I had to think about the most. He legitimately admitted to having sex with his mother while I was asleep, in her spare bedroom at her house. How and the fuck was I possibly supposed to respond to that.
But, like always I keep an open mind. I knew Dakota, didn’t I?
His mom lost custody of him when he was around 2 or 3 and his father signed all his rights away, as well. His grandmother, Doris, raised him from his earliest memories. His grandfather left his grandmother because of the fact she adopted him.
All he had even known was his highly abusive dickhead grandpa and his sweet adoring grandma. He daydreamed of having an actual mom and dad his entire life. So, when his mom finally reunited with him when he was around 19 he kept a complete open mind and yearned for a healthy relationship with his mother.
She took complete advantage of Dakota from the moment she met him. She gave her a car, used heavily with her, and quickly they formed a relationship that she would soon take advantage of.
I don’t know all the details but I know it wasn’t before long when she seduced him and got him to have sex with her.
I think about it a lot, still. I think about how the fuck any mother of any capacity could fuck her own kid. The thought repulsed me.
And another thing that bothered me is how Dakota also did not know what she was doing was disgusting. Also, he kept coming back for more and that continues to be something I can’t wrap my head around.
Ultimately, though, I decided to stay with Dakota because the love I have for him far outweighs the disgust I have towards him for sleeping with his mom. But, he was not to speak of it or talk to her again, unless for healing purposes.
He agreed, but this mess was far from over. I underestimated how badly this was affecting Dakota and how long he had been ignoring and lying to himself about the severity of the entire situation.
He got himself into a deep depression. More deep than I allowed myself to see at first. I never experienced incest, but I have been as low as he was following coming clean about him and his mother.
His grandmother stopped taking her Xanax and had a few bottles lying around that she had Dakota hold onto for emergency situations. She was really trying to cut back on narcotics. Dakota took those bottles of pills and after following an argument we had he took off in his car and he went to his ex boyfriend’s, Dylan.
I was at work but he has told me on numerous occasions what he remembers happening that day. He spent a few hours trying to convince Dylan to end their lives together and all the while he was downing handfuls of Xanax. Dylan lived in the middle of nowhere about an hour outside of Springfield. He was not texting me back and I didn’t know what was going on and I was more anxious than a puppy being given as a present on Christmas.
But, I went into work and on my break I headed to the parking lot like I always do and there Dakota was slumped over the steering wheel of my car, passed out.
I woke him up and led him to his own car. I don’t know if he left right away or not, but I got him prepared to leave in his own car so when he was ready I didn’t have to worry about how I’d be getting home.
When I get off work I head home and when I get there Dakota was in a very least favorable state of mind. I don’t remember how but I was able to get his bottles of Xanax from him. I wouldn’t bear watching him attempt his life in front of me. But, that backfired on me because he thought I stole his bag of meth from him instead and he tackled me to the ground trying to get into my pockets.
I was able to escape and I ran to my car. I had a huge bottle of butane and a torch head in his hand and he took it wacked the passenger side window, in an attempt to break it.
Later, he revealed to me that he was only faking trying to bust my window in but who knows.
I take off, dialing 911 while pulling away. Dakota takes off on foot, but he doesn’t have very many options on where to go. He walks up the driveway and passes the neighbors house into the patch of woods behind their house
I’m following him in my car, desperately afraid of his life and well-being. I parked in the middle of long state hwy y and waited for the cops to arrive.
Once I saw that he was apprehended, I drove back to his Grandma Doris’ house and went to bed for the night. I knew he was in good hands and would get the help he so desperately needed.
But, I later found out what really happened after I left.
Dakota did have a bag of meth on him. The cops found it, too and put it on the hood of the car. He lunged his body forward and scooped up the bag of dope in his mouth and before he knew it he had 5 or 6 cops on top of him. Knees in his chest, they nuggied him in the sternum and tried hard to pry his mouth open.
He told me he prayed harder than he had ever prayed before so summoned up the strength to swallow the drugs in his mouth and with the luck of God he was able to.
They got an EMT ambulance after their failed attempt to retrieve toe drugs from his mouth. They thought he was having a seizure and sent him to Cox Health in Springfield.
He told me that when he got there he spilled all his guts out to the nursing staff and instead of them giving him the help he so desperately needed they just released him. One shoe, because he lost his other one getting tackled by the police.
He walked from Cox to my job where his car still was and went to the office and confronted my boss and told her God knows what trying to get me fired.
But, since he didn’t have his keys he had to proceed walking some more. He was able to make it all the way to Buckees outside of Springfield. He maybe walked 20 miles.
His dad picked him up and on the car ride home and he spilled his guts to him.
