Another Weekend With My Kids!
Ok, so the weekend starts with my ex-wife emailing me saying that she wants some of her stuff that she has been storing at my house. I decided that this is a good time to get all of her stuff out of my house. This would include clothes, several dressers, a desk, a china cabinet, a cedar chest, and a barbecue grill. I get off work at 5 Friday, my daughter has a soccer tournament in Spearfish (1 hour away) with her first game Friday evening at 6:20 and she needs to be there 30 minutes early. The rest of her games are Saturday, at 10:10, and 4:10. This will be a great time, along with my daughter's soccer, my son has a wrestling tournament Saturday in Sturgis (half way between here and Spearfish) we need to be on the scales by 7 am, and wrestling starts at 10. This means that I need to get off work at 5, have my daughter in Spearfish by 5:50, get a bunch of stuff out of my house, get my son to Sturgis by 7 on Saturday morning, and then have them both where they need to be at 10. Wow! So it is now 8pm Saturday night, I have a bunch more room in my closet, in my house, and in my garage, my daughter has a medal from her soccer tournament, 2-1, and my son has a ribbon from his wrestling tournament 2-2. How do I do it?!?! I am my kids' dad! Oh, and we got home tonight to a message on the machine from their mother saying "I am just calling to check in, and see how your weekend went, I was sure thinking about you" what a pitty, that this is the best she can do. Anyway, next weekend is more soccer and wrestling, I will go because I always do. I wonder if she will take the kids there, or if I should stop and pick them up on the way?
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posted by exmayhem @ 6:47 PM
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He wondered how she'd take it when he said goodbye.
Thought she might do some cryin': lose some sleep at night.
But he had no idea, when he hit the road,
That without him in her life, she'd let herself go.
Let herself go on a singles cruise,
To Vegas once, then to Honolulu.
Let herself go to New York City:
A week at the Spa; came back knocked-out pretty.
When he said he didn't love her no more,
She let herself go.
She poured her heart an' soul into their three-bedroom ranch.
Spent her days raisin' babies, ironin' his pants.
Came home one day from the grocery store and found his note,
And without him there to stop her, she let herself go.
Let herself go on her first blind-date:
Had the time of her life with some friends at the lake.
Let herself go, buy a brand new car,
Drove down to the beach he always said was too far.
Sand sure felt good between her toes:
She let herself go on a singles cruise,
To Vegas once, then to Honolulu.
Let herself go to New York City:
A week at the Spa; came back knocked-out pretty.
When he said he didn't love her no more,
She let herself go.
To Vegas once: Honolulu, New York City.
Came back knocked-out pretty.
Anonymous,
I would hate to be you, trying to justify the actions of the one who has done what she/you has/have done. This song was recorded by Mr. George Stait. Anyone who knows George Strait, knows that he has been married to the same woman for 33 years; he puts up with her, she puts up with him. They, like me, have a little (or a lot) of class, and realize that family is what is most importaant. I would like you to send an email to his fan club (www.georgestrait.com)and tell him your/her story. That you/she left your/her husband, left your/her kids, quit your/her job, and went to bed with a meth-head convict, and ask him if he recorded this song for you/her. I bet he never answers, but if he does, he will shed more honesty on the situation. Again, I would hate to be you/her.
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I must comment again on the song lyrics. The captain has asked, so I will try. I have read through them several times, and need to clarify some similarities and differences. I am not the one who said goodbye. I said forever, that is what I meant, but I am only in control of me. It is ironic that it talks about their three bedroom ranch, we had one of those, but there was very little pouring herself into it. She did not spend very many days raising babies, that is what daycare is for right? She never ironed my pants, or anything else of mine for that matter. So besides the house, I guess the only relevant part of the song is the title. Although there hasn't been any of this traveling, she certainly has let herself go.
the wnole point is that when she was with you she was held down, are you really being truthful to yourself about your role in this
Anonymous,
Could you please explain "held down." I really want to comment to this, but I need to make sure I understand your meaning before I do. Truthful? Yes, I am being quite truthful not only to myself, but to everyone. I am not perfect, and have never claimed to be, but I was willing to do anything to make this work. If you would like to shed some more light on my role in this, I would love to hear it.
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I am not trying to justify anything. i just think that in ANY relationship both people need to accept their responsibity. were you ever violent or verbally abusive? did you try to control her? i don't know these answers, only the questions
Anonymous,
I was hoping you would explain "held down" but I do like your catch phrases "verbally abusive" and "controlling" so I will roll with them. As I said, I am not now, nor have I ever been perfect. Violent? I guess that would depend on your life experiences. I know couples that punch each other in every fight they get in, I know others where physical contact never enters the fight. I have never hit my wife, or any other woman, but I have been in physical conflicts with her. She has hit me, in the face, closed fisted. I am not blaming, just using it as a comparison. I was never the aggressor, but I did stay and defend myself when I should have walked away. I am not proud of this, but I have apologized, and taken responsibility for my actions.
I will not agree with verbal abuse. Argue for myself? Yes. Say things in those arguements that I regret? Asolutely. Verbal abuse? No.
Did I try to control her? Yes. Unfortunately my ex-wife was not always very responsible. If she went out for drinks after work, she came home after the bars closed. If she went out with friends, she came home after the bars closed. I don't have a problem with going for drinks after work. I don't mind going out late sometimes, or going out late when you say you are going out late. The trouble comes when time after time, "we are going to go have a couple drinks" turns into stumbling in at 3 A.M. This was not a sometime occurance, this is what happened every time she went out. It was the same whether I was there or not, She just couldn't seem to leave the party. This gets a little old. I did not ever tie her to the water pipes in the basement, but I did make it enough of an argument for her to go against my wishes that she often didn't. So yes, I did control her. Now you know the answers.
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