I'll go ahead and share my experience. Nafoomer's and Rant'ers of the OM persuasion are trying to get some ******** rumor started that I left Mississippi for Louisiana over some crap I did at school. No- I left due to my marriage falling apart and being tired of coaching in small town Mississippi- here's my story.
I was not a very good husband. I'm a sports nut who worked 70 hrs a week as a coach and then liked a to have a few drinks and watch sports on the weekend. I had cheated on my wife a few times- but only got caught once (with a 22 yr old teacher in 1999). My wife decided she wanted to work things out after that, we had 1 kid, and I straightened up. We had our 2nd child 2 years after and I thought our marriage was getting better and I was certainly doing a better job of being a husband- yet still worked all the time.
Summer, 2003- I get the suspicion my wife is cheating. We had been together 12 years- and I just knew something wasnt right. But I was having to be at the school for weight workouts, summer baseball, cutting grass, etc....and couldnt really investigate too much.
August, 2003- we go off to camp for football. I talk to my fellow coaches and they told me I was crazy. She would never do that, blah blah blah. She had 2 kids to keep up with, never went out at night-when would she have the time?
September, 2003- season starts and we are pretty good. I'm the OC, we have a 1st yr QB that can throw it- but the HC just wants to be simple, run the ball, and rely on our D. I want to go to the Spread full-time and use our speed. He and I are butting heads constantly. I'm also 100% sure my wife is cheating but I cant prove it. I'm not sleeping at night, not eating, losing my hair- I'm just a miserable mf'er.
October 2003- we finished Sept undefeated and are now ranked. We have a big showdown coming up with another undefeated team and I'm thinking I may have an ulcer. I know she is cheating, but how in the hell can I prove it? Couldnt afford a P.I. And then I get the idea of ideas. I had read an article on DNA testing back in August- found a place that did it- and asked if they could test clothing. DNA testing wasnt as prevelant 10 yrs ago as it is now remember. They said they could. I found some suspicious underwear of hers in the hamper and confiscated them. The big Friday comes, and a guy came and took my blood and her panties. That night we lost the big showdown thanks to 5 fumbles, HC and I have a shouting match, and I am probably the most miserable person on planet Earth that night.
2 weeks later, I get the DNA results back and as I suspected- she's cheating. The guy calls me with this info at 5:15 on Friday- we are kicking off at 7:30. It was actually easier finally knowing. Thank God for football. I put all that out of my mind and after being down 29-7 at half, the offense led a big comeback in the 2nd half thanks to us to the Spread full-time- and we won 36-33.
Confront her and she is floored that I found out. She was leaving work during the day to meet the guy (her job allowed her that freedom). After a week of fighting and whatnot- she wants to work it out for the kids. I agree to try after all the stuff I had done- I felt I owed my kids that much. The condition was that I couldnt confront the guy. I couldnt handle that- and actually knew the guys wife- and I told her. She kicks me out and I move in with a coaching buddy for week. Then she decides she wants to work it out and wants me back home.
November, 2003- We are trying but it's obvious her heart isnt in it. Thanksgiving comes and we are out of school for a week- so I'm with her 24/7. And I can tell she is getting antzy. Long story short- I caught them meeting again. They both drive away in opposite directions. I end up confronting my wife at Taco Bell and throwing her keys on top of the building- and now she cant get back to work. I then drive to tell the guys wife they are meeting again- and that he is going "to have to deal with me. I gave him a one free pass"
The guy calls me in front of his wife saying that I'm lying, he didnt meet with my wife, etc...cussing at me. I said- "You're gonna have to deal with me". He replied those famous words "well you come on down here Hoss, I got something for your ***"
December, 2003- I waited a week and let all this marinate. Then rounded up 2 of my coaches and went to see the guy. I walked right into his office and I proceeded to beat his *** in front of a Grenada judge- thru it all I'm hollering "You got something for meeeee....you got something for meeee". My coaches were keeping everybody else out of his office to let me have my time- but finally this guy that was about 6'5-300 bear hugged me from behind and dragged me out of there...They called the police and we loaded up and got out of there after a Soprano-style beating. I went back to the school- I had to run the clock for the basketball games. They were waiting on me to start the JV game- I had to go wash the blood off my hands first. The basketball coach loves telling that story. A buddy told me he saw the guy 4-5 days later- his face was still purple.
I was told about a coaching job in Shreve thru a friend- called them, interviewed, and got the job- all in about a week. Great program with a parent problem that needed to be straightened out. Decided it was time for me to make some life changes.
Ol boy was gonna sue me for injuries and damages to his office- but my lawyer talked him down- had to pay about $700 of his doctor bills- but it was money well spent.
Got divorced, drank too much, and went thru a helluva lot of women for about 3 years. Changed careers. May have made a mistake by moving away from my children, but life doesnt have a rewind button. Coaching requires moving
JW- dont make any rash decisions, think things thru and LISTEN to you lawyer. Dont concede anything you dont have to because life goes on without her- and those decisions affect the new people in your life.
