Mood: Slightly Melancholy
Music: "Bad Place to Earn a Living" by Lodger
Well I've had this account for a while, guess I should start doing something with it. This shall be my outlet to the unknowing masses, and a way for those who can't (or refuse to) contact me to catch a glimpse of my life. So let's bring everyone up to speed with my ubercondensed life story, shall we?
Not much is remembered about my life pre 8 years old for very good reasons. An abundance of mental and physical abuse has left these memories probably forever stored away in a locked file. At 8, I was adopted by my maternal grandparents, who had also adopted my half-brother. They had adopted him 6 or so years prior, so I never really knew him. But, life was good. Got my first taste of electronics (which forever affected my destiny), and I built a relationship with my new brother. Things were great. Two years later though, my brother committed suicide; I was devastated. Probably not as much as other family members, but devastated still. From that point, I decided to live my life as best I could for my brother. I studied very hard, made excellent marks in school, was an active participant in the local church, and much more. 1st chair in band, drum major, computer technician for the school district, etc etc etc. Many people would say I had it made. I graduated high school in 2001; top ten. Shortly after, things went downhill. I began to date a girl from school; we had dated years prior but I had dumped her because I was a young attractive kid with a Camaro and the uncanny ability to do whatever the hell I pleased with very little to no recourse. She was a good kid. Slightly neurotic, but fairly intelligent (or so I felt at the time) and quite nice to look at. I fell in love, and we married in 2002. I then lost my job (which was awesome by the way), and had to work as a delivery driver for the local Dominos. Of course, not making enough money to support my new family and make the car payments and such. Feeling the need to move to a larger city to earn more cash, we packed up and set our course for the local metro which was about 250 miles south of our hometown. Things started to get better. I was making good money, and she was paying the bills*. We had a large townhome in the nice district of the city. She didn't cook, and rarely cleaned, but I was happy just believing that I was able to care for and provide for this girl. Turns out that I was wrong; I have no clue where my money went. She has yet to give me a clear answer about our finances, but she was borrowing money from her parents on a monthly basis to pay our bills. Don't know what she was telling them, either. Obviously, this led to some dissention by the in-laws, and they quickly turned and tried to force her to divorce me. She refused, and I thought things were taken care of. A little change in lifestyle to reflect what we could ACTUALLY afford, and things are on their way again. Shortly thereafter, she becomes pregnant with our child. Her parents, after trying to force her to abort or adopt, convince her that it's best that she leaves me. They move her into an apartment in a suburb (quite far from where I am), and unbeknownst to her parents, I follow shortly. Unfortunately, the situation had caused her to pretty much turn on me. I worked, and she (STILL) went out with friends and whatnot. A short time later, a couple of my friends needed a place to stay until they could get an apartment of their own, so we move them in. BAD MOVE. He moves in on her, and not two weeks after our daughter was born, she insists a "trial separation" is in order. She then immediately shacks up with my friend. Long story short, they are now together, and I have raised our daughter almost solely, with a little time here and there spent with her mother.
I moved, and moved, and moved again until I found my spot. I'm now in Denver, working for an excellent company that pays very well. Daughter is still with me mainly, even though she filed a temporary order against me to have her removed. The divorce still isn't final almost two years later. Unfortunately the ball is in her court, as she continues to throw rocks in my plan. I cannot file for the divorce here until she either finishes up her stuff down there or we reach a statute of limitations. So there you have it. This little stop on the intarweb is now officially dedicated to informing you, the general public of the world, about my happenings, feelings, pains, joys, and whatnot.