Just another day in the 100 acre wood...
Well it has been months since I last posted here and I am sure very few people will take notice that I even wrote anything. But much like my dear friend whose name I will not mention... I need to get some things off my chest and out of my mind.
I have been with my guy for one year on the 13th of next month. A great big enormous accomplishment for me. I, as many of you know, am not a faithful person by nature. I like new and exciting things every so often. I have not and never plan to cheat on my guy. Things have made me think I might lately... but they were passing thoughts when I looked into his eyes later. I love him more then anything (except my son). I know he is the one for me. But when a deadline is looming and I am the only one doing anything it makes it hard to remember things like that. So of course we have the talks and make plans and they fall through... I know he is trying to be a good man. He cares for me and my son the way no one ever has and never will again... So I give him the benefit of the doubt.
To add to stress... Moving. I am the only one with a job. I have been told that I need to be better at work cause I am not up to par... Or lose my job. I don't make enough money to support the 5 people that I have to. I am not getting enough money from the ex for my sons expenses. I have to see a doctor about my health problems and have health insurance but it doesn't cover what I need it to. My mans ex is becoming more trouble then any love is worth.
Nothing in this world is worth me losing my son... As evidence, I had to sacrifice my pride and let some stupid bitch take a swing at me cause she was drunk and retarded. This stupid bitch is my mans ex-wife. Now I am not really the most welcoming person to the idea of his ex-wife hanging out at the clubs I have been attending for over a year but I let it happen and it has progressively gone to shit. This last saturday I was trying to help her not get kicked out of the club for being drunk and belligerent. I went so far as to ask her to back off the dance area for the DANCERS. Of course drunk people dont know how stupid they look... That went no where. Then I tried to defuse a situation that would have gone from tragic to horrific by pulling someone away that was talking to her and shouldn't have been. Apparently that was taken as some kinda conspiracy in her drunken stupor. Whatever she started yelling and being who I am... I yelled back. She swung and made contact with my eyebrow... *now I am not sure how many of you know but I hate for people to touch my face... friends enemies whoever... I hate it* That sent me into a rage. So I grabbed her by the back of her head and calmly told her if she didn't calm down I would snap her neck... I dont think I would have done it but I wasn't thinking straight. She thrashed around and was yelling something... I have no idea what... Then I let go. I saw my son in a flash and went back to thinking. I put my hands in the air and by then a few people had come over to pull us apart. I remember saying goodbye to her and her screaming about how I better stay away from her kids. WHATEVER! So like a very angry person I took a breather and talked to some people that calmed me down to reason. I called the cops and reported the incident cause I felt it was the appropriate thing to do after someone yelled at me to stay away from their children like I was going to harm them... Funny thing is that since in this whole situation I am the only one with a job and supports her kids, I felt it necessary of file a report. So my pride is damaged but my revenge is set in the SDPD logs forever...
And if I have anything to say about anything at all... She will never step foot in any club of my attendance again while I am there.
Now I say good night to all and to all a good night...
I have been with my guy for one year on the 13th of next month. A great big enormous accomplishment for me. I, as many of you know, am not a faithful person by nature. I like new and exciting things every so often. I have not and never plan to cheat on my guy. Things have made me think I might lately... but they were passing thoughts when I looked into his eyes later. I love him more then anything (except my son). I know he is the one for me. But when a deadline is looming and I am the only one doing anything it makes it hard to remember things like that. So of course we have the talks and make plans and they fall through... I know he is trying to be a good man. He cares for me and my son the way no one ever has and never will again... So I give him the benefit of the doubt.
To add to stress... Moving. I am the only one with a job. I have been told that I need to be better at work cause I am not up to par... Or lose my job. I don't make enough money to support the 5 people that I have to. I am not getting enough money from the ex for my sons expenses. I have to see a doctor about my health problems and have health insurance but it doesn't cover what I need it to. My mans ex is becoming more trouble then any love is worth.
Nothing in this world is worth me losing my son... As evidence, I had to sacrifice my pride and let some stupid bitch take a swing at me cause she was drunk and retarded. This stupid bitch is my mans ex-wife. Now I am not really the most welcoming person to the idea of his ex-wife hanging out at the clubs I have been attending for over a year but I let it happen and it has progressively gone to shit. This last saturday I was trying to help her not get kicked out of the club for being drunk and belligerent. I went so far as to ask her to back off the dance area for the DANCERS. Of course drunk people dont know how stupid they look... That went no where. Then I tried to defuse a situation that would have gone from tragic to horrific by pulling someone away that was talking to her and shouldn't have been. Apparently that was taken as some kinda conspiracy in her drunken stupor. Whatever she started yelling and being who I am... I yelled back. She swung and made contact with my eyebrow... *now I am not sure how many of you know but I hate for people to touch my face... friends enemies whoever... I hate it* That sent me into a rage. So I grabbed her by the back of her head and calmly told her if she didn't calm down I would snap her neck... I dont think I would have done it but I wasn't thinking straight. She thrashed around and was yelling something... I have no idea what... Then I let go. I saw my son in a flash and went back to thinking. I put my hands in the air and by then a few people had come over to pull us apart. I remember saying goodbye to her and her screaming about how I better stay away from her kids. WHATEVER! So like a very angry person I took a breather and talked to some people that calmed me down to reason. I called the cops and reported the incident cause I felt it was the appropriate thing to do after someone yelled at me to stay away from their children like I was going to harm them... Funny thing is that since in this whole situation I am the only one with a job and supports her kids, I felt it necessary of file a report. So my pride is damaged but my revenge is set in the SDPD logs forever...
And if I have anything to say about anything at all... She will never step foot in any club of my attendance again while I am there.
Now I say good night to all and to all a good night...