My wife Rebecca (pictured right as Vanessa A. Williams, her avatar in this blog) is in Jamaica with our two sons for a week, from August 20th to 27th. She is going to see her father who will probably not last another year. He has been healthy all his life but has been going downhill fast since the winter. The boys will spend time with their cousin Tiffany, who seems pretty Americanized even though she has only ever lived in Jamaica.
I am not there but back in America. I have a restraining order against Rebecca, so going with her was out of the question. She has threatened to kill me several times.
At two in the afternoon on the 20th, just a few hours after she arrived in Jamaica, someone tried to break into the house where I am staying. Very strange: It is a quiet neighbourhood where that sort of thing is rare.
The first thing that entered my brain is that she sent someone to kill me. It would be the perfect time to do it: she is out of the country and the boys, who stay with me, are out of the way. If I die she gets $500,000 in life insurance.
If it was a hit man, then presumably he will be back. If it was a robber, then probably not.
I told my mother that if I turn up dead, it is almost certainly Rebecca who is behind it: she is the only person I know who has ever ever threatened my life. She is also the only person who stands to gain from my death.
I live over 150 km away from her, but now she is going to sell the house and move close to me – to be able to spend more time with the boys, she says. So far she has respected the restraining order, so hopefully that will be protection enough – otherwise I will have to leave the country.
Her mother was the only one who could talk sense into her. But her mother died suddenly in 2003 and since then she has been getting worse and worse. She will stop at nothing to get her way: first she will try charm, then reason, then anger, then threats, then violence, then death threats. I did not wait to see what comes next. She has gone over the deep end. She needs help. But she does not think so.
I was hoping that if I kept the boys away from her she would get help. But the court will not allow it – she is their mother after all. So she has little reason to change. But if she does not change, I cannot live with her. Nor can any man for that matter, not for long.
The strange thing is, despite everything I still like her and love her. I miss her! But going back is out of the question till she gets help and makes lasting changes.