Before I start my rant of a post I will say I finally have really truly decided I can't talk to my…

Before I start my rant of a post I will say I finally have really truly decided I can't talk to my kids dad anymore...... I know I should have already done this but here we go. Three days ago I forced my sons dad to call into work for the morning shift and clean his apartment up. I spent $30 on cleaning supplies and even helped him. So for the past couple days I had my son there and it was clean and nice and my son had so much room to run around and play and went to sleep at night. Hallelujah. But so last night I got there, got my son to sleep and myself to sleep. I text him that we were good, both sleeping, told him where the key was. Replied back to him still saying it was COOL for him to stay out, we are GOOD, but the key is there when he gets back. This mother fucker came back at 3AM banging on the door when the key is outside. He was SOOOO fucked up. I've never in my life seen him that fucked up and he wouldn't even smoke a cigarette or weed which was the first sign. He spent two hours screaming at me and going nuts, saying I had text him sooo many times saying I was waiting up for him and I was mad at him and that our son was awake and I was awake. He said that he told me to go to sleep, leave him the fuck alone, shut the fuck up. We also had a nice conversation in the middle of all this about BEEF BURRITOS and some guy who likes some girl etc. It made no sense. He was talking NONSENSE and falling asleep while we are talking. He was very violent and going nuts. He yelled at me for 20min about how he WASN'T smoking around our son and he would never do that and how I kept saying he was. He wasn't and I didn't say he was. Then a while later he lights a blunt up right next to my sons room.... I told him to go outside and he wouldn't and then I walked away and smelled it and he was still smoking halfway in/out the door. We never ever ever everrrrrr smoke aaaaanything around our son. One time I hit my vape in a totally different room and he went nuts on me.

So eventually I had to call my brother when he really got to be violent and telling me to leave. My brother helped me move all my things and my son because I'm pregnant and couldn't keep going up and down these stairs. He fucked up his whole car by driving on a flat "for me to get back to us" Uhhhhhhh who does that? You don't ever drive on a flat. He kept saying he was NOT fucked up and that I was fucked up. I'm most certainly not and I'm pregnant and was asleep with my son. Then he also said at least seven times that "sure yeah Kayla, I did some heroin. And some meth. I'm so fucked I can feel it coming out my eyeballs" nut the heroin part he said at least that many times. So I'm assuming that's what he's on. I can't talk to him anymore. Not after all that. Not again.