I had to go down to Savannah this morning to pick up my sister Rose and her kids. Things just have not worked out between her and Greg, but it is a lot more complicated than that. The boy was never put together perfectly, but he has been deployed at least once too often and he has come back thinking there are enemies behind every shrub. Rose tried to get him to get help, but he will not listen. So she eventually decided to hire some military divorce lawyers in Georgia and be done with it. If he does not want to get help, then there is not much that can be done about it. Of course she was was not really sure how he was going to take it and so we did this in a pretty clandestine matter. I went down there and waited for him to leave for Fort Benning. By the time he got back, we were gone. It was a lot better that way. Greg is sure to have blown his top, and there just is not any telling what he might do next.
We were back in Charlotte by the time that he called and the boy was really hot. It was pretty predictable and of course we recorded the call. The plan is not to tell him exactly where she and the kids are, although a judge might have something to say about that in the long term. The hope is that he will have cooled down and perhaps he will realize that he has to get some counseling. I figure that it does not matter so long as he does not know where she is and can not find out. We are worried about him, but nothing good can come of confronting him now.