So, it’s not that I forgot this blog was here, it’s that my world came crumbling down around me right after my "last post".
It looks like my last post here was in May 2018. It was just after that point when my wife decided that she could no longer be married to someone who “couldn’t take her thru the temple” or whatever that all is. So in June, we separated and started the paperwork. By September 2018, we were divorced.
In what seemed to be my nightmare, I moved back in
with my parents. This turned my work commute into about 45 minutes one way (if
traffic was good), as well as limited me to seeing my kids only on the weekends
that I didn’t work. That was the part that hurt the most.
Not going to lie. There were times I wished I had
never stuck my head down this rabbit hole. With at least 90% of the reason for
that being that I missed my kids. Life fucking sucked.
At about 6 months of being divorced, my ex-wife found
herself a “good mormon boy” and was remarried. This was both a punch in the
guts, and a welcome reprieve. It meant that I no longer had to pay alimony. Her
still being mormon, she had to get married to “do it.” So that’s what they did.
She literally gave up over $1,000 a month in alimony to get married to someone
so they could have sex again. Wow…
In 2020, just as the pandemic was starting to hit its
stride, I found a townhouse and was able to move out of my parents’ basement. It
was also about that time that I met someone special. Very long story short, I
only owned the townhouse for about a year. I sold it and we used the profits
from that to renovate “our” house that we had purchased together.
My new wife and I (oh yeah, we did end up getting
married as well as moving in together) have started a lovely life together.
While I brought my 3 “part time” kids, she brought 2 dogs and 3 cats. Since
that time we rehomed one of those cats, got 2 new kittens, and somehow ended up
back with the rehomed cat. For those of you playing along at home, this means
we have 2 dogs and 5 cats, as well as 3 kids on weekends.
Life is not perfect. And it is definitely where I
thought I would be when I started this blog. But it is where I am, and I cannot
imagine being anywhere else.
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