Four consecutive days of blogging, look at me go. Though I know I will disappoint a lot of you in some of what you read today and in the future. I’m at a point at which things are so damaged that I don’t care.
My ex wrote what you see above last year. Her mother’s judgement is so clouded that when she read it, she that it was only about her daughter taking a break from Facebook by praising her, and totally overlooked the infidelity and unfaithful parts. Then, a month-and-a-half later, my took the kids out of school early and drove 110 miles east to her mother’s house. I only started to learn about all of this when my ex’s mother sent me the following text. Keep in mind, the big freeze was going to hit the next day, my wife has never been physically harmed, the prior weekend we worked on a Christian marriage enrichment seminar, and we haven’t even been to a single session with a marriage counselor or our pastor. She and her daughter kept our children from speaking to their father for four straight days, at the start of the big freeze. The fifth day was my son’s 9th birthday. I received this other text from who is now my former MIL. Other than the five-minute call she allowed, and me obeying her rules, she didn’t allow me to speak to my kids for four more days. As much as they like to tout about Jesus in their lives, I’m not sure Jesus would be pleased with someone tearing apart a family and keeping a loving father from his children who want to speak to their father.
When John Madden died, NFL Commissioner Roger Goodell said in a statement, “We all know him as the Hall of Fame coach of the Oakland Raiders and broadcaster who worked for every major network, but more than anything, he was a devoted husband, father and grandfather.” One word stuck out to me, “devoted.” That’s something my ex never was – devoted to me or our marriage. There were signs of it at the start.
Early in our relationship, even before we were engaged, we went to pre-marital counseling. Before that first session, she came over to my apartment. She received a phone call, then took it outside for a long time. When I asked who called, she wasn’t truthful with me. She played it off as if it was nobody when she later admitted it was a guy who was interested in her. Here we were about to leave for a premarital counseling session, and she couldn’t break things off with another man. I tried to give her the benefit of the doubt, but little did I know this would be a common thing for her to do throughout our relationship.
At our wedding, as she made her entrance and walked down the aisle, she never once looked at me. At first, that made me sad because I had a little something special planned as she gazed at me. But it actually scared me, I thought this was going to set a precedent for our marriage, that she will always overlook me. Here she was, taking part in making a covenant with God and with me and her attention was elsewhere. I really thought about leaving her at the alter at that moment, as one of my concerns coming into the marriage was her inability to make me a priority.
Last year, when I had my breakdown and made that post about my depression and was stepping away from blogging for a while, it was only because I recently discovered my ex used Facebook to reach out to the last man she had a sexual experience with, another guy from college, a different guy than the one I was referring to yesterday. It validated every concern and insecurity I had about her love and devotion to me, our marriage, and our family. It also didn’t back up some of her previous stories, so now I had no idea how long she’s been lying to me. This particular guy has an Egyptian last name and his first name is the same as an apostle. So now, whenever I see any Egyptian reference or hear that apostle’s name, I’m reminded of her lack of devotion.
One time when I was married and watching television with my wife, the person on the television asked, “What were the best years of your life?” I answered by telling my wife it started the day I met her, that she made all my dreams come true, gave me the family I always wanted, and accepted me for being me. She answered all giddy that it was when she was in college. I suppose when you are privileged enough that your parents pay for all your college costs at a fancy private university, as well as a furnished apartment, new car, provide a weekly announcement, study abroad, and the only job in college was being in a sorority, all that tops meeting the love of your life and father of your children. Throughout my marriage, I always felt she prioritized her family in East Texas and alma-mater before me.
The weekend before she abandoned me and abducted the kids, we worked on the Christian marriage enrichment Love and Respect course by Pastor Emerson Eggerichs. She wrote the following in her course workbook and then left me six days later.
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Hey, lookie here, three days of blog posts in a row.
My children informed me that Governor Abbott will speaking at their charter school in the near future. Press will accompany him, which makes my inner Barry Green wonder if he’ll have DPS shadow him for the unofficial endorsement. I recall his Republican opponent and carpetbagger, Allen West, spoke at their school at an evening event a few years ago.
I’ve never understood why we say we are “on” a bus, a train, a plane, or a boat, but we are “in” a car.
I read somewhere that if you use a subscription ink cartridge replacement service from HP or Canon and if you cancel, your remaining unused ink cartridges will no longer work because the company is able to void them by some identification number.
“First, there would be a reduction in the propulsion fuel required to send the rocket’s load into space, as women were lighter and would require less oxygen than men. Second, women were known to have fewer heart attacks than men… Third, the internal reproductive system of the female was thought to be less susceptible to radiation than that of the male. Finally, there were preliminary data available suggesting that women could outperform men in enduring cramped spaces and withstanding prolonged isolation.”
I lived in GeedingManor for 15 years before it had to be sold because of the divorce. I was really stressed at finding another place to live. No matter what, I was going to live as close to my children’s school as possible. My future ex was surprised, for some reason I still can’t comprehend, thinking I would choose a suburb about ten or fifteen miles away in the opposite direction.
One challenge I had was when my wife left me, she took the gas-powered SUV, my primary vehicle, and left me with the limited range (72 miles on a full charge) Nissan Leaf electric car. Legally, I could have forced her to return the SUV to me and for her to be stuck with the Leaf, but I knew it would be hard on her (and it certainly wouldn’t have been in our children’s best interest) to find an apartment or house set up for electrical car charging. Ever since, it’s been a challenge for me when I need to drive longer distances, I end up renting a gas-powered car. Our electric car worked out great for the lifestyle we had, as she drove the Leaf to and from school, church, and chores. We only used the SUV when she visited her parents and maybe filled it up less than ten times in a year. In retrospect, my friends said I should have forced her to take the electric car back, as her wealthy parents would have just bought her another vehicle.
Divorce was expensive, and I could only afford it with the sale of the house. I’ll go into details in future posts, but I had to spend over $40,000 in legal fees just to get the crappy deal I ended up with. She wouldn’t allow me to get the children 50/50. I had to exhaust our savings, spending money that would have gone to future vacations (memories), house upgrades, and cars for the children when they turn driving age. She, on the other hand, had her wealthy parents pay for all her legal fees. I find it odd, as much as they like to proclaim they are followers of Jesus Christ, that no one in her family wanted to keep a family together and chose divorce, and not counseling, or even a trial separation, as the first and only option. There was never any physical abuse or harm or any danger of it, despite whatever she might tell ya. Though she did like to twist my words around. For instance, I once told her that when I raise my voice, I do so from at least six feet away, so she knows she’s not in any physical danger. However, she told the judge, “Keith said it himself. He has to stay at least six feet away because he can’t control himself.” Those are entirely two different things, and her selective memory was always a problem in our relationship.
Longtime readers know how much I avoided using the word “hate”. You know I’ve never used it on this blog other than quoting from another source. But, over the past 11 months, I’ve said “hate” more than ever. I understand why God hates divorce. I hate divorce, and so do my children. It’s an evil thing to have to experience, no matter how you are attached to the event, and hate is the most appropriate word for the experience.
I was beyond depressed at the start of this divorce, mainly because the children were being kept from me (more on that to come in future posts). People suggested I focus on my hobbies. Well, my hobbies are blogging and renovating the house. They were no longer an option. My lawyer advised me to stop blogging since the most innocent of things I wrote were used against me in court, and there was no point in DYI-ing the house if I was being forced to sell it.
Speaking of DYI-ing the house, the house was remodeled quite a bit before she abruptly left with the kids. The floors and new kitchen island were less than a year old. The fireplace was demolished and was about to be remodeled to her liking. We just installed new carpet in DaughterGeeding’s bedroom and were looking for a dresser and desk for her. And, we just finished remodeling the kids’ bathroom. We finished it the day before she took them and forever left. They never got a chance to use their newly remodeled bathroom.
Speaking of DYI-ing again, I just saw that they renamed the DIY television network Magnolia, and it made me want to throw up. I don’t have anything against those two, but one guy on their well-known show (who now has his own spinoff show and published a book) was the subject of one of a couple instances of my ex-wife’s emotional infidelity. She once dated the guy in college and more proud of dating him than she ever was being married to me. All her friends and family were in on it and egging her on when they met up. Not only did she dig up old pictures of them two in college to show off to her coworkers, she even posted old and new photos of them together on Facebook, bragging how they used to go out and lived in the same apartment complex. It’s amazing what some people would sacrifice for likes. She knew I’d be hurt if I ever found out, but she thought I’d never know since I’m not on Facebook. However, my friends are on Facebook and they informed me what she posted. She tried to cover her tracks by deleting the backup photos from her phone of them that were stored on the cloud. Seeing Magnolia commercials and their products every time I enter certain stores is a constant reminder of her unfaithfulness. That’s also another reason why I’m irritated by that university, she always prioritized anything related to it over our marriage, time and time again. Not to mention, the way she and her family talked about that place made me and others feel we were beneath them because we never attended or graduated there.
I don’t plan on watching it, but I’m intrigue with the reboot of The Fresh Prince of Bel Air. Instead of taking the comedic route, it’s going to be dramatic.
While that show was a half-hour sitcom, “Bel-Air” is an hour-long drama, reimagining the initial story with a darker subtext. “Set in modern-day America, Peacock’s new one-hour drama series Bel-Air reimagines the beloved sitcom The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air through a new, dramatic take on Will’s complicated journey from the streets of West Philadelphia to the gated mansions of Bel-Air,” a synopsis for the show on YouTube reads. “As these two worlds collide, Will … reckons with the power of second chances while navigating the conflicts, emotions, and biases of a world far different from the only one he’s ever known.”
Though the theme song for the original show briefly describes why Will left West Philadelphia — “I got in one little fight and my mom got scared” — the trailer goes deeper, depicting Will, now played by Jabari Banks, firing gunshots into the sky, followed by police officers shoving his head into the concrete moments later. In this reboot, someone from Will’s hometown wants him dead, hence his escape to Bel Air.
A lot of folks are sadden by the sudden passing of Bob Saget. He was great as Danny Tanner and the narrator in How I Met Your Mother. But, I’ll go on record saying he was the worst host of America’s Funniest Videos.
I’m trying to get back into the swing of things. Today is my first day back at work since taking time off for my surgery. Recovery is going well, other than a little stiffness, I’m pain free.
DaughterGeeding accidentally hit DogGeedingII in the mouth with her metal softball bat yesterday. The dog didn’t even yelp, but he’s missing the bottom of one of his incisors and there was a tiny bit of blood. I debated on taking him to an animal ER, but since he didn’t appear to be in any pain or discomfort, I decided I’ll just try to take him to his regular vet today.
It has surprised me at all the low-level tactics my ex-wife has taken since she abandoned me. Heck, she hasn’t even told me why she opted for divorce as her first choice instead of going to a single counseling session or trying separation, and still refuses to have that conversation. Here’s the latest. Our children told me when they were at their grandparents’ over the holidays, their aunt (my ex-wife’s sister) told the kids I physically hit her, which is entirely false and was never mentioned in court or any other legal proceeding or paperwork. I contacted my ex-wife through the court appointed communication app, telling her what our children were told and by whom. I asked if she told anyone else that false information and if she or her sister would talk to our children about the “miscommunication” so they know their father isn’t a wife beater. She only replied with, “I have never told anyone that you physically harmed me.” I have since followed up with two more emails asking if she or her sister would talk to the kids about what they were told, but she refuses to reply or pick up the phone. I know I have to accept I have no control over her actions and a lot of things are just beyond my control, but this just leaves a nasty taste in my mouth.
Here’s the story behind this photo of married Mormon Danny White kissing a Mormon Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader who was married to another man.
I’ve been keenly interested in the James Webb Space Telescope. If you are too, here’s a nifty tracking tool from NASA. Of course, since it’s fully deployed, a lot of the suspense has been taken away.
Are you interested in fictional movies within movies? If so, here’s a database which will interest you.
The touching story of how the late Sidney Poitier learned to read, or improve his ability to read well, cued up for you. If it’s not cued, just go to the 4:50 mark.
She and her daughter kept our children from speaking to their father for four straight days, at the start of the big freeze. The fifth day was my son’s 9th birthday. I received this other text from who is now my former MIL. Other than the five-minute call she allowed, and me obeying her rules, she didn’t allow me to speak to my kids for four more days. As much as they like to tout about Jesus in their lives, I’m not sure Jesus would be pleased with someone tearing apart a family and keeping a loving father from his children who want to speak to their father.
