I haven't wanted to complain. On social media I've been trying my damndest to be positive. Posting pictures of me and Eddie trying to wrangle Meatball, Jesper playing sitter while one or the other of us is sacked out. I should have posted more... real things ( Read more... )

I've been meaning to post something for a while. But coming home from tour is emotionally overwhelming. In a good way. I relish in soaking up the love from my family, but I don't have room for anyone, or anything else. Which... I needed. I needed to surround myself by goodness and love... it's madness. But it's madness I can handle. It's madness I ( Read more... )

So many wonderful things have happened this past year it’s almost unimaginable. Everything I’d wished for, longed for… desired but didn’t think I deserved… was given to me this year. I got married, I adopted Marshall, I built a relationship with my eldest son, and I was able to be there when my daughter was born. It has been a year filled with ( Read more... )

I saw this on social media the other day. I hesitated posting anything, because there are people out there who don't think I'm worthy. Who get enraged with me for daring to call myself clean, while not abstaining from alcohol. But my sponsor made sure to remind me, my battles are my own, my victories are unimaginable to people because they did not ( Read more... )

I had a dream last night that wrenched something in my soul. It's been a day of processing in the free fleeting moments between being with my wife and kids and parents and talking with the label and Jerome and Kevin. Which is really when I get to take a piss without Marshall jiggling the handle trying to get in so he can tell me something important ( Read more... )

I must say watching the World Cup matches with Marshall has been more fun than I anticipated. Granted, he doesn't have an attention span to last a  whole match. Usually he's got dolls or some other pretend happening, but when a goal gets scored he does love running around the room doing the requisite "GOOOOOAAAAALLLL!" cheer.

He's got his England ( Read more... )

I never renounced my British citizenship, nor do I have any intent, so I'm in this country as a permanent resident. As such I try to avoid being overtly opinionated about this country's politics.

But today Frankie, my best mate back home, told me he came across this. He'd actually signed the petition but he didn't think it would go through.

Quite ( Read more... )

Dad's supposed to be coming in two weeks. Father's Day was a fluke. Every call when I talk to him and he can hear one of the kids being loud, he makes snide comments implying I'm going to be a shit father that can't control my children. Or if he calls at night, when they're asleep and I managed to get some peace and quiet, I get more snide comments ( Read more... )

I never quite thought I'd have a Father's Day as nice as yesterday. For the past few years, I'd make a habit of getting shitfaced, calling and begging to know my son. I would get yelled at and given an excuse as to why it was absolutely impossible. In the time since Marshall has been in my life, it's been a little easier. I wasn't wasted the entire ( Read more... )

I've never quite experienced all these feelings before. All at once. Exhausted, yes. Happy, yes. In love, yes. Disgusted from cleaning bodily fluids, yes. And so many more. But I'm so tired I can't quantify all of them ( Read more... )