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mrhtbd
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I read before that certian things wear down one's immune system and I think I am teettering on the line.
I don't drink, especially in this state, and I don't smoke.
Been trying to clean stuff out and it's taking it's toll on me.
I dropped off the rest of my winter wool and down for dry cleaning.
Will definately need them this winter as I don't plan on comfortable quarters.
I dropped off 4 large bags of clothes at the good-will bin.
Unfortuanately, my kids were with me, they are scared.
I am very close to them.
Talked to a local Constable last night at the pizza shop.
He told me to consult an attorney, but also that I better be prepared to move.
Reason, he said, was she can get a "Protection from abuse" by claiming I am threatening to her and/or the kids, whether I am/was or whatever. He said, "she calls it in, they have to serve it," and, "if it is served, it will be on me to:
1) prove it's not true (which is difficult and could take a while)
2) I'll have a Police record either way and that would destroy any chance of working for a school again, even if it's thrown out (because it will take so long to straighten out)."
Damn...totally fucked up.
So I'm doing what I need to, getting important papers safe, getting rid of things, and cutting my load.
I'm doing what I can, trying to move slowly and not stumble.
Needless to say I am not feeling well.
Meanwhile, I'm taking my girls to a movie tonight, while my wife will meet friends after work for drinks.
I'm f-ing screwed, I'm feeling it, but I try to maintain my balance by reminding myself I've been here before.
At age 6 my house burned down killing my mother and brother, everything was destroyed.
I grew up (11 years) in an orphanage, constantly moving from house to house.
I lived in 13 different homes and had 16 sets of parents by the time I was 17.
The night I graduated, I went back to the home, picked up a suitcase, 3 small boxes, and a check for $90.00.
He shook my hand and said, "Don't come back."
I feel like that again.
It's like Yogi Berra used to say, "It's deja-vu all over again."
Have a good day. I'm trying to make the best of it.
I'm Irish, that's all I can do.
I don't drink, especially in this state, and I don't smoke.
Been trying to clean stuff out and it's taking it's toll on me.
I dropped off the rest of my winter wool and down for dry cleaning.
Will definately need them this winter as I don't plan on comfortable quarters.
I dropped off 4 large bags of clothes at the good-will bin.
Unfortuanately, my kids were with me, they are scared.
I am very close to them.
Talked to a local Constable last night at the pizza shop.
He told me to consult an attorney, but also that I better be prepared to move.
Reason, he said, was she can get a "Protection from abuse" by claiming I am threatening to her and/or the kids, whether I am/was or whatever. He said, "she calls it in, they have to serve it," and, "if it is served, it will be on me to:
1) prove it's not true (which is difficult and could take a while)
2) I'll have a Police record either way and that would destroy any chance of working for a school again, even if it's thrown out (because it will take so long to straighten out)."
Damn...totally fucked up.
So I'm doing what I need to, getting important papers safe, getting rid of things, and cutting my load.
I'm doing what I can, trying to move slowly and not stumble.
Needless to say I am not feeling well.
Meanwhile, I'm taking my girls to a movie tonight, while my wife will meet friends after work for drinks.
I'm f-ing screwed, I'm feeling it, but I try to maintain my balance by reminding myself I've been here before.
At age 6 my house burned down killing my mother and brother, everything was destroyed.
I grew up (11 years) in an orphanage, constantly moving from house to house.
I lived in 13 different homes and had 16 sets of parents by the time I was 17.
The night I graduated, I went back to the home, picked up a suitcase, 3 small boxes, and a check for $90.00.
He shook my hand and said, "Don't come back."
I feel like that again.
It's like Yogi Berra used to say, "It's deja-vu all over again."
Have a good day. I'm trying to make the best of it.
I'm Irish, that's all I can do.