Tuesday, April 5, 2011

A Brand New Day

I woke up startled the next day, not recognizing my new surroundings. According to my watch, I had slept about 15 hours. I walked back down the street, apparently I had been in such a hurry to leave that I neglected to bring my truck with me. The sight that greeted me was not really that unexpected.

Selected belongings were stacked unceremoniously, or maybe heaped would be a better word, on the walkway. Some clothes, a few furnishings, just stuff,.....nothing of real value. There was however a charming note from my ex, henceforth referred to as the Troll, and yes, there's a reason....but I digress..

Gathering my belongings, I set about arranging them in my new digs. It was cool. I was making great money, although being constantly harassed by the Troll. I hadn't yet learned to tell her to go fuck herself. It would be almost a year before that happened and it took someone else yelling and screaming at me to get it through my head.

Side Note: In the "Mediation" the Troll was granted 4k a month in support......like I said earlier, I was neither cognizant or rational....I just wanted out. I would have agreed to giving her a lung to be rid of her. Again, let me remind the readers,.....get a lawyer. I was just plain stupid.

I thought I could pacify, that things would even out to some form of mutual co-existence......I was wrong, tragically wrong.

I began setting up my new life. There was no longing, no remorse. I felt loss in that my "family" has ceased to exist, but it didn't take long to realize that I didn't have a "family" at all. It was just my son and I...and this other person that was interested in money.

I'll never forget going out and buying a bed.....I didn't have one......the Troll threw a fit because I didn't give the money to her. And besides getting a new bed, I got a sense of satisfaction.

In the early morning hours, I once again would stand looking out "there", wondering where my happiness was. I didn't know at the time that it was closer than I would have ever believed. But there was still a few hurtles to jump until I found it.......and then I went about screwing it up


3 comments:

  1. Any friend of Jake is a friend of mine. I truly enjoy your writing style and can't wait to read more.

    -Dead Frank

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  2. Thank you so much.....I had no idea how this may or may not be received

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  3. Very strange and delusional writing style, you need help!

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