At risk of stirring up a shitstorm, I feel compelled to write today.
Not of sunshine, autumn breezes nor unicorns farting rainbows. But of life and its seemingly unending desire to plant a foot in my ass.
Some of you know, but most of you don’t, what’s happening in my life.
I am in the midst of a divorce.
It’s far worse than I ever imagined. Not that I have any regrets about leaving nor did I have halcyon dreams of an ideal post-nuptial life.
But man, I never expected to feel more angry after leaving than I did before I left. It’s as if I was being given a choice between a shit sandwich or shit soup. Here you go, Danny. Take your pick and enjoy your shit either way.
I was drinking a lot those last 6 months. Just to keep from losing my mind and to try to sleep at night. It kept me in check but I slept very little those last months. In fact, the past year has seemed to be one long, sleepless night due to one disappointment, betrayal and insult after another in all aspects of my life.
The good news is (if there is any) that I rarely touch the drink anymore. One problem solved. Many more waiting impatiently in the queue.
Now I’m faced with the task of planning some sort of future. Being mindful of the child support obligation that I’m very much okay with fulfilling, I wonder what type of home will I be able to acquire. What sort of neighborhood will I be able to afford… house or apartment? 3 bedrooms to accommodate the kids or only two since I only see them every other weekend? What will I be able to afford for Christmas? What if my car breaks down? Et cetera…
The road that stretched before me is fraught with uncertainty and very little in the bank to address it.
I have had some very good friends to lean on during this time when I have mostly felt abandoned and alone. Without them I don’t know that I would have made it.
What’s the point of this post? I don’t know. I do know that I’m not giving up. Surely the fecal buffet that I have been dining on will switch entrees eventually.
But like the song says:
“I see them long, hard times to come…”
For those of you who stuck with this post all the way to the end, thank you and I’m sorry.