I used to be pretty confident had a great job what seemed to everyone else a great marriage, but I felt alone and always something not quite right. Then one day kapow, I get smashed in an auto accident totals my dream car. After that I had lots of surgeries total hip replacement in my 30s and now pain management not a day goes by that the pain is about to cripple me. And shit that is probably the least of my issues... hmm my ... anyway my oh so perfect husband wanted a new house the condo we had to small mind you all now this was 8 years ago top of the market stupid me thinks happy hubby happy life. I am at this point only into my first surgery no replacement yet, I am still cleaning, doing laundry and cooking for the ass he wont help. Some days well most days I can't get out of bed then it dawns on me I am not his fucking Mommmmmmm. After several more years I file for divorce since I made a lot more I was stupid once again to give him most of my accident settlement. Which by the way doesn't cover the medical costs I still have. Let's say that was the end of that, except his dad and I were two peas in a pod... now now not that way. His dad was like the dad I always wanted. Now I had a dad of my own b caring lovingut he had been overseas since I was preteen. So let say my ex father in law call him dad and my birthdad call him father so my dad was my bestest friend. Okay now I start un believable to me fall in love with a good friend he seemed caring loving first 6 to the first year heaven, until his divorce he had been going through for over 2 years at this point makes him believe everyone are assholes. Long story short he becomes qn alocholic we have the worse fights I have ever had in my life with anyone. I have left him 3 times once for about 6 months no contact at all. Until a year ago my real father dies eventhough he lived abroad I would go see him every so often and he and my ex father in law were my bestfriends. My dad now my only dad was to come live w me where ever that would be. We finally agree on a plan he would be my dad legally once he moved in we would draw up paperwork. 3 months before this happens on the day I was flying out to take care of my fathers ashes my dad dies. I was and still am floored. A mpnth after this my on again off again beau kicks me out of his house a week after that I got laid off. .... so I don't know how to get up smile and keep going... | |
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