Okay, I knew the Cardinals were the underdog and it was great that the score was about even. But come on guys, Pittsburgh get an interception and runs it in for 100 yards! And I'm sorry Kurt Warner you're sexy but what the hell was that at the end?
Not that I'm against Pittsburgh or anything but I wanted the Cards to win. They were the underdog and it would be nice to see someone other than Pittsburgh win.
Oh well. Fla, Fla, Fla!
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
Lil History
So let me tell you why the last two years of my life have sucked, well actually only up until last summer. My life pretty much exploded in front of my eyes. I never thought that these things could happen to me, but they did.
Short story long:
I graduated high school, got married to Mike, a year later had my son Andrew, (THE BEST GIFT EVER) got divorced. My ex liked strip clubs. All good, we're better as friends anyway, and he is a good dad.
Got remarried to Jeff who had 2 boys, Austin and Brandon. So the three boys were 6 months apart. Imagine peoples faces when I would say I have 3 boys all 6 months apart! When we got married, his boys' mom just basicly said "here you go I can't handle them." There you go, instant family!
Now mind you they were 2 and 3 years old, mine 2 and a half. Their mom was a joy from the beggining and taught them how to call me a f-ing b. She made alot of money and had a drug problem. Which later she used the money to buy her kids' love! Oh and the reason for their divorce was that she slept with Jeff's 16 year old brother, (she was 21 at the time) It pretty much distoyed him and his brothers relationship for the next 13 years, they didn't talk.
So I took these kids in and raised them as my own. I loved these boys as if they were mine! Other that dealing with her BS we did pretty good. Jeff and I were not only partners, we were the best of friends. We pretty much did everything together.
In 2004 Jeff got into a four-wheeling accident. He shattered his knee and messed up his back. They did surgery to fix his knee, but his back was an ongoing problem from then on. He became addicted to pain killers. In early 08 he started a job in Park City. After about 6 months he was acting strange. And was hanging out with people that I didn't know, but knew they were not on the up and up. The pain killers made him act wierd, but this was different. He wouldn't sleep much, would hardly eat, and was figitty all of the time. I kept saying " what are you on!" and he'd say "nothing, I don't know what i'm doing that makes you think I'm on anything." I would tell him but he would blow it off.
It finally got to the point where every night when he would take a shower I would search his truck. I would always find broken pens and one time I found a peice of tin foil. At the time I didn't thing anything of it, cuz I was nieve about drugs. He had also been going through money like crazy. He would use excuses like "I took my guys out to lunch." (he was a manager where he worked) or "I'm going through alot of gas." I would say "we don't have the money for you to take the guys out to lunch." Between the 2 of us we made decent money but he liked his toys, so we would be tight on money at times. So one night while he was in the shower i decided to check his wallet, thinking I would find reciepts or something. Instead I found a small broken pen and a piece of folded up foil with black stuff on it.
I confronted him, he said that it was coke and he only smoked it once. Stupid me gave him the benifit of the doubt. And Christmas was coming so I didn't want to ruin it for the kids. Things just kept getting worse. He's d come home later and later, made excuses of where money was going, and kept acting strange. He also wanted to start paying some of the bills, mainly his credit cards. Which was strang, cuz I had always paid the bills.
While this was going on all I could think was I need to get out. But I couldn't just leave those 2 boys with him and their mom is a piece of shit for a parent. I felt like I didn't have a chance in hell of taking them with me.
The end of January I got the mail and one of his credit card statements was in there. And I hadn't seen one of those in awhils. I opened it and he had gotten 1300 dollars of cash advances within 2 weeks. I wanted to kick him in the face, and still do for that matter! He was outside, I took it out there and said what in the F is this? He told me he had baught some stuff for his truck and could only pay the guy cash and they card would only let him get so much out at a time. Blah, blah, blah. I said you need rehab or you need to leave. So he left, didnt say anything to his kids, and walked right past Brandon.
He stayed in motels and got heavier into drugs. He tried detox about a month later. What a joke that was! He kept saying i've stopped and want to come home. I didn't believe him. One day he said I'm coming home, and I said fine I won't be there. He still had a job and his direct deposits were still going in the bank, and I had continued paying bills with it. So if he wanted the house more power to him!
So a few days pass and he just shows up. As he is unpacking, I am packing. I had told Austin and Brandon when all this started going on that if I leave your welcome to come with me. So Andrew is packing and Brandon didn't say anything, he started packing too. We just grabbed what we needed and left. Austin decided to stay with his dad.
Two days later he moves the ex wife that he had hated all of those years into my house. Oh yes, at that point I questioned our whole 13 year marraige.
The boys and I stayed with family until finding a place to live. A year later, we are finally divorced. YEAH!!!!!
I was finally able to get everything from my house, that he refused to give me. He went to rehab and I got my stuff, my boys stuff and whatever the hell else I wanted. Karma is a bitch and I am one, so there!! The house is now being foreclosed on, so I will have to file bankruptsy. But what do you do?
I know that there is alot worse things in life that could happen, but still it was hell. I am a possitive thinker and take life day by day. I try to see the good in everything, and am thankful I'm here and got out when I did.
I have had an awesome support system. I couldn't have done it without my family. And my friends for putting up with me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Brenda, Shannel, Jessica, Karen, Rachel, Tina, and Chad.
Sorry for all the errors, I'm a little toasted and its 2 am.
Short story long:
I graduated high school, got married to Mike, a year later had my son Andrew, (THE BEST GIFT EVER) got divorced. My ex liked strip clubs. All good, we're better as friends anyway, and he is a good dad.
Got remarried to Jeff who had 2 boys, Austin and Brandon. So the three boys were 6 months apart. Imagine peoples faces when I would say I have 3 boys all 6 months apart! When we got married, his boys' mom just basicly said "here you go I can't handle them." There you go, instant family!
Now mind you they were 2 and 3 years old, mine 2 and a half. Their mom was a joy from the beggining and taught them how to call me a f-ing b. She made alot of money and had a drug problem. Which later she used the money to buy her kids' love! Oh and the reason for their divorce was that she slept with Jeff's 16 year old brother, (she was 21 at the time) It pretty much distoyed him and his brothers relationship for the next 13 years, they didn't talk.
So I took these kids in and raised them as my own. I loved these boys as if they were mine! Other that dealing with her BS we did pretty good. Jeff and I were not only partners, we were the best of friends. We pretty much did everything together.
In 2004 Jeff got into a four-wheeling accident. He shattered his knee and messed up his back. They did surgery to fix his knee, but his back was an ongoing problem from then on. He became addicted to pain killers. In early 08 he started a job in Park City. After about 6 months he was acting strange. And was hanging out with people that I didn't know, but knew they were not on the up and up. The pain killers made him act wierd, but this was different. He wouldn't sleep much, would hardly eat, and was figitty all of the time. I kept saying " what are you on!" and he'd say "nothing, I don't know what i'm doing that makes you think I'm on anything." I would tell him but he would blow it off.
It finally got to the point where every night when he would take a shower I would search his truck. I would always find broken pens and one time I found a peice of tin foil. At the time I didn't thing anything of it, cuz I was nieve about drugs. He had also been going through money like crazy. He would use excuses like "I took my guys out to lunch." (he was a manager where he worked) or "I'm going through alot of gas." I would say "we don't have the money for you to take the guys out to lunch." Between the 2 of us we made decent money but he liked his toys, so we would be tight on money at times. So one night while he was in the shower i decided to check his wallet, thinking I would find reciepts or something. Instead I found a small broken pen and a piece of folded up foil with black stuff on it.
I confronted him, he said that it was coke and he only smoked it once. Stupid me gave him the benifit of the doubt. And Christmas was coming so I didn't want to ruin it for the kids. Things just kept getting worse. He's d come home later and later, made excuses of where money was going, and kept acting strange. He also wanted to start paying some of the bills, mainly his credit cards. Which was strang, cuz I had always paid the bills.
While this was going on all I could think was I need to get out. But I couldn't just leave those 2 boys with him and their mom is a piece of shit for a parent. I felt like I didn't have a chance in hell of taking them with me.
The end of January I got the mail and one of his credit card statements was in there. And I hadn't seen one of those in awhils. I opened it and he had gotten 1300 dollars of cash advances within 2 weeks. I wanted to kick him in the face, and still do for that matter! He was outside, I took it out there and said what in the F is this? He told me he had baught some stuff for his truck and could only pay the guy cash and they card would only let him get so much out at a time. Blah, blah, blah. I said you need rehab or you need to leave. So he left, didnt say anything to his kids, and walked right past Brandon.
He stayed in motels and got heavier into drugs. He tried detox about a month later. What a joke that was! He kept saying i've stopped and want to come home. I didn't believe him. One day he said I'm coming home, and I said fine I won't be there. He still had a job and his direct deposits were still going in the bank, and I had continued paying bills with it. So if he wanted the house more power to him!
So a few days pass and he just shows up. As he is unpacking, I am packing. I had told Austin and Brandon when all this started going on that if I leave your welcome to come with me. So Andrew is packing and Brandon didn't say anything, he started packing too. We just grabbed what we needed and left. Austin decided to stay with his dad.
Two days later he moves the ex wife that he had hated all of those years into my house. Oh yes, at that point I questioned our whole 13 year marraige.
The boys and I stayed with family until finding a place to live. A year later, we are finally divorced. YEAH!!!!!
I was finally able to get everything from my house, that he refused to give me. He went to rehab and I got my stuff, my boys stuff and whatever the hell else I wanted. Karma is a bitch and I am one, so there!! The house is now being foreclosed on, so I will have to file bankruptsy. But what do you do?
I know that there is alot worse things in life that could happen, but still it was hell. I am a possitive thinker and take life day by day. I try to see the good in everything, and am thankful I'm here and got out when I did.
I have had an awesome support system. I couldn't have done it without my family. And my friends for putting up with me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Brenda, Shannel, Jessica, Karen, Rachel, Tina, and Chad.
Sorry for all the errors, I'm a little toasted and its 2 am.
Whatev!!!
Why do I say whatev? Well, that's how I feel about life. In the past two years I feel like I have been chewed up and spit out.
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