At the time Art was working for his uncle, he was not very happy doing this, he felt his uncle was taking advantage of him. I agreed. He quit his job with his uncle the same week of Christmas. He had no money to buy me anything for Christmas or his kids so when I got my money I loaned him $200.00 for his kids for Christmas.

I got him a saws all for Christmas, I felt as though he had not had anyone be nice to him with-out wanting something in return. Which was weird for me because for 7 years I never had anyone get me anything for under my tree. I used to buy myself present and wrap them up for under the tree and pretend that santa brought them for me. I had to keep up the charade I wanted him to believe in Santa Clause for as long as I could.

Once I went to my parents house I did, from my family of course, it never really bothered me because, Anthony's father didn't give me anything for about 3 Christmases before, he left so I was used to it.

But for Art it didn't seem to bother me at all that there would be no presents under the tree, he also drank a lot like my first husband, who also abused me while drinking. But for Art it just seemed, to not be there. There was no fear of being beaten. I had gone out with other men over the 7 years and I still had this fear that I would be beaten or abused emotionally by them if they were drinking and once I got this fear the relationship would be over. But again for Art it was just not there.

When he told me he likes to spend Friday's at the Gally out with the boys. I said no problem. This shocked him because every other women had had a hissy fit about it and I was shocked too. I used to get physically ill when my ex's would want to go to the bar. I would have gotten very upset with anyone else and probably broken up with them. I actually broke up with a guy because he wanted me to buy luncheon meat to make him a sandwich, so this was completly out of left field for me.

I wondered if the Angels had taken my fears away. I finally decided they must have done, how else could a fear like that just disappear, it was emotionally impossible.

When Art quit his job with his uncle we just spent time together getting to know one another. I do remember telling him that when he did look for work he would have another job with-in 3 days, he said 'ya and can I have $25.00 an hour' (he was joking) I said I would put the word in to the Angels.