I could bore the world with all the bullshit and inane actions that led to the demise of a 9 year relationship but that would be appalling and abhor the masses. Long story short, Im single again by choice. I walked away from a home, my pets, my geese and memories both good and bad. Unfortunately due to the fact that I dont negotiate with terrorist, my 60 inch, ps3 and various other electronics are being held hostage. My phone has been shut off bright and early this morning. I look at it as an opening salvo to the "dark times" that are about to come. I will not speak ill of her but rather break it down like this, she knows and I know. To put it bluntly, imagine if you will the titanic sinking and you being the jackass who thinks damn if I keep bailing water I can keep this fucker afloat. Now insert the fact that the iceberg has the ability to cast spells of the highest magnitude. All of that accompanied by a meteor shower. You can get the picture.
I awoke to my right eye swollen by an unknown assailant. This is what I get for sleeping on a pillow at [REDACTED]. The pain was manageable, but it was the first night that I could enjoy a semi restful sleep. I knew that being down in the dumps wouldnt get me anywhere, so i did what I did best, slapped on that award winningly fake facade of feigned confidence and began the start of a journey that in all honesty I have no clue how it will end. I knew I had a mission, but it was nonetheless a daunting task that I had doubts I could handle. Those doubts lasted 3 seconds. Anger set in. And like a wave it came out of no where. Its what I needed to complete the task at hand.
I lied. I knew where it came from. The thoughts that [REDACTED] was doing this is what got to me. My first stop was to my mother to borrow money. After hearing her loving advice and telling me that I reap what I sow I obtained the money for the barest essentials. I walked out with nothing but clothes. Had no toiletries but I had to keep my job. After having a rousing conversation with the cashier (who helped me devise the title) we picked and chose the materials I needed for success. 38.55 and not enough to get mouthwash, I got my shaving kit and toothbrush and deodorant and soap. I cleaned a little at [REDACTED] put on my uniform and went to work. The moral of this Day is crying and bitching over the past can wait. Right now I gotta do me. The things I lost are fine, just materials. But the peace of mind I have acquired will last forever. Needless to say to be continued.