BoyGeeding handed me a Valentine yesterday. With it, he said, “No matter what people are doing, no matter where they are, they will love you.” I opened it up, and it was signed by my mother. I noticed her handwriting instantly, but she died back in 2006. Apparently, the ex found it in some stuff and gave it to our son to give to me. But, my son thought it would be more appropriate to give it to me on Valentine’s day. What’s interesting is that I don’t recall my mother making a point to give me anything for Valentine’s. Heck, that may be the sole valentine she ever gave me.
I made a simple request of my ex concerning the kids, and told her all she needed to do was reply back with yes or no, that no explanation was needed. I had a feeling that she would say no, but figured there would be no harm in asking. As expected, she denied my request, but wrote she first spoke to her lawyer and CPA. Knowing one of them may have billed her for something so small is a small victory.
The Satanic Temple, a political activist group known for protesting religious symbolism in public spaces, has announced that it will be opening a free abortion clinic in New Mexico offering prescriptions for drugs that cause abortion.
EXCLUSIVE: Teddy Joseph Von Nukem, the man in the black shirt in one of the most prominent photos from the 2017 neo-Nazi rally in Charlottesville, killed himself as he was due to face trial for smuggling fentanyl across the southern border. https://t.co/liTvA8I0Ou
A week ago I thought I was dealing with my depression quite well. But, it has gotten the best of me over the last week. It’s hard to focus or even to get motivated. Maybe it’s a seasonal thing. You know, the recent anniversary of my family breaking apart and all and how poorly my last encounter with my ex went.
When I tried to explain to my ex that she’s told the children some things that are simply not true, she countered saying she will tell them whatever she wants and I can tell them whatever they want, that there was no need and it was not important for us set the record straight and have one uniform story for the kids.
Two years ago, I had a very special Valentine’s Day planned for my then wife.
I was speaking of a friend who had to fill out a form in which he had to list three people he could call for help during any part of the day. I couldn’t get past one and I’m not sure if I feel comfortable listing him.
It’s funny how a life can turn upside down in two years.
U2 announced a series of concerts in Las Vegas this fall celebrating their 1991 album “Achtung Baby” in a cryptic 15-second ad aired during the Super Bowl on Sunday — although drummer Larry Mullen Jr., still recovering from surgery, will sit out this run of shows. Dutch drummer Bram van den Berg will fill in.
As a longtime fan, I’m not sure I want to see the band unless all four of them are together.
Yesterday was the two-year anniversary of my family breaking apart. It was a tough day. The ex and I still attend the same church. Weird, I know. Practicing Christians will be familiar with Matthew 5:23-24 In that spirit, I politely went up to her after service and jokingly told her happy anniversary, and in the spirit of that verse, I’d like to make amends and establish peace. Not reconcile, but simply make amends. After all, our children will connect for the rest of our lives. She would have nothing of it and became confrontational. She went as far to say that she already made amends. I told her she may have forgiven me, and forgiveness is a one-way street, but to make amends, that takes cooperation from both parties. And besides, she has told the children some things that simply are not true, and I’d like to set the record straight so they don’t have two different versions of what happened. Most of the women I have gone on dates with tell me they have a great relationship with their ex and how they still have respect for their ex being a good dad. I’m envious of them and it’s my end goal. One I doubt I’ll ever achieve. The ex can’t help but to run away from her problems.
I watched a lot of the NFL Honors special last night. The NFL has done a great job turning season awards and the announcement of the new Hall of Fame class into a grand event. I was especially happy to see our very own Dak Prescott win the Walter Payton NFL Man of the Year award. During the montage, they spoke of his brother who lost his life to suicide and showed a clip of what Dak wrote on his wristband, “Ask 4 Help.” That made me think of the time I asked for help and how my then wife and her privileged family used that against me in court to keep my children away from me. That hurt. It still hurts. My faith tells me to forgive. In some ways I have, but in some ways I simply don’t know how to. I reached out for help and all they did was turn their back and take me to court.
This Sunday will mark the two-year anniversary of my wife leaving me and her preventing the kids from speaking to me for four straight nights. I spoke to them daily until then, even when I was gone overnight for an out of town trip. I then had to go 137 agonizing nights before I could tuck them in their own beds. Hurt me all you want, but why do anything to hurt the kids? They sure did ruin my son’s 9th birthday. He still cries about, in his words, “how horrible it was.” Preventing children from speaking to their parent is a form of child abuse. I will always think of my ex and her mother and sister as child abusers. They claim Christ is first in their lives and live according to his ways. I’ve tried to have a coming together so we all could make amends, but they will have none of it. Is there a log in my eye? I have many faults and failed in my walk many times. I am not without sin; but I’m just calling out child abusers for who they are. It’s a damn shame my children are still forced to interact with such toxic people. Maybe one day I’ll really go unfiltered and tell you what I think of them. You don’t know the half of it.
Money will not buy you happiness, but it will open up countless opportunities.
I bet over the next two decades the State of the Union will slowly turn into something like Parliament. Future presidents will have to stop mid-speech and react and answer to almost nonstop heckles and questions.
I don’t think I’ve ever fallen asleep this way or seen anyone else do this – Sleep starts: Why your body ‘hiccups’ as you fall asleep – “Sleep starts usually involve one strong jerk that moves most of your body, with the arms and legs more likely to be affected. This can jolt you awake before you have the chance to fall asleep.”
Record-breaking Egg Profits Prompt Accusation Of Price Gouging – A farmer-advocacy organization says record-breaking increases in the price of eggs isn’t being caused by inflation or avian flu, as claimed by egg companies, but by price collusion among the nation’s top egg producers.
This Sunday will mark the two-year anniversary of my wife leaving me and her preventing the kids from speaking to me for four straight nights. I spoke to them daily until then, even when I was gone overnight for an out of town trip. I then had to go 137 agonizing nights before I could tuck them in their own beds. Hurt me all you want, but why do anything to hurt the kids? They sure did ruin my son’s 9th birthday. He still cries about, in his words, “how horrible it was.” Preventing children from speaking to their parent is a form of child abuse. I will always think of my ex and her mother and sister as child abusers. They claim Christ is first in their lives and live according to his ways. I’ve tried to have a coming together so we all could make amends, but they will have none of it. Is there a log in my eye? I have many faults and failed in my walk many times. I am not without sin; but I’m just calling out child abusers for who they are. It’s a damn shame my children are still forced to interact with such toxic people. Maybe one day I’ll really go unfiltered and tell you what I think of them. You don’t know the half of it.