Flamers

Man oh man there are some lame ass people in this world. Here is some lame shit someone wrote as "Anonymous" because anyone can talk shit when they hide.

I just came across you. I can't believe you would put a picture of your son on your website. I just met your ex. She works hard. She loves her kids. You are a dead beat dad. Whens the last time you gave her anything for those kids? Why don't you tell your readers the truth? Who are you moving in with? Who have you been spending your time with? For how long? Why isn't your wife with you? Truth? because you couldn't cut it. Its men like you that put your own kids through hell and feel nothing for doing it. He isn't going to believe your lies. Because your not going to be there for him, your not going to buy his shoes... your not going to show him how to be a man. Your just going to make him feel like he is shit because your shit. So Fuck You. If your lucky he might talk to you about it one day, and forgive you for not being there. Because if you go through life without knowing, one day your going to die and face God. And then he will deal with your sorry ass.

So lets pick this apart.....
I just came across you. (you don't know me, and have only heard what my ex had to say.... so your quick to make unfounded assumptions. Nice to know what kind of an asshole I'm dealing with from the start)
I can't believe you would put a picture of your son on your website. (How are you to judge that, because you know who I am, you knew that was him....... If you were a complete stranger that pic wouldn't mean shit. Guess you couldn't figure that out on your own, glad to have enlightened you.)
She works hard. She loves her kids. (Awwwww ain't that sweet.)
You are a dead beat dad. Whens the last time you gave her anything for those kids? (Clearly you know nothing of all the cash spent to try and fix the car that she just took from me, and how much I have done to get out of the hole she left me in. As I have told her once I have the means the ex will get her $. Kinda hard to give what ya ain't got! Guess you wouldn't be smart enough to know that!)
Why don't you tell your readers the truth? Who are you moving in with? Who have you been spending your time with? For how long? (My ex is a manipulative bitch and things like that isn't shit I'd want her to know, not before the divorce is final it least)
Why isn't your wife with you? Truth? (dumb bitch filled for a divorce... didn't she tell ya that? Oh how she gave up on the marriage before it really began? What ever it is I'm glad it happened because even as bad as things have been from me as of late, it's better than being with her)
because you couldn't cut it. Its men like you that put your own kids through hell and feel nothing for doing it. He isn't going to believe your lies. Because your not going to be there for him, your not going to buy his shoes... your not going to show him how to be a man. Your just going to make him feel like he is shit because your shit. So Fuck You. If your lucky he might talk to you about it one day, and forgive you for not being there. (Again with the assumptions! Damn you and my EX will get along great! You think you can know the truths in life with only a piece of a story. Wait and let history play it's part..... there is plenty of time for redemption {perhaps even for you})
Because if you go through life without knowing, one day your going to die and face God. And then he will deal with your sorry ass. (God is aware of how hard I've tried to see my son and the obstacles that she has tried to put in my way. How she expected people to drive 70 and 80 miles to come pick me up to get my son and come back to drop him off. Granted the last couple of weeks she drove him here, and that was nice. Wanna talk about the weekend that I could get there and she drove him 20 miles to my brothers because I couldn't get a ride to drive him those 4 miles. Tell me that wasn't out of spite!)

You clearly don't know me and at this point I don't think I'd care to know you.

Long Walk

It was a long walk to the store today. I found myself drifting in thought much like the caricature in the book "Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance". I thought back to my childhood and how magical summer was for me. I recalled how I collected thousands of maple tree helicopters in the back of a toy dump truck so I could throw them up in the air all at once and see what happens. That sort of curiosity is far from gone with me, but the love of summer seems to be lost this year. I'm having to move so that I live closer to civilization. It's the first step in getting my life back on track. I've been thinking about how hard it's going to be to see my son once I do move, and how it will become only visitations. I know the work ahead of me will be far from easy, but giving up simply isn't an option for my sons sake.

another day

Where to start.....
Well I thought I would have my son this weekend but my ex has informed me that there are plans and that I can't. To hear her talk she wants to make arrangements so we have set weekends and such. But every call is nothing but yelling. She wants to know why I'm not talkative or happy to hear from her. I can't believe she needs to ask or that she expects an answer. Then she had to ask why her having him 12 days and me 2 might be a problem for me. OMG like that seems fair. Oh and if I can't find a ride I miss that weekend. Oh and I'm supposed to have to provide the rides both ways to see my son according to her..... Like thats fair! She said that we were to work things out our selves but that since I didn't have any money that I wasn't holding up my end of the bargain. Gee that not a surprise really. I was hoping to resolve the problem of not being able to pay her, but set backs seem to keep coming up. Oh well, she can't seem talk without yelling and I don't feel like I have to keep taking it like I did when we were together. So things will have to work them selves out, or the courts will have to do it, or I will have to keep biting my tong for the next 12 years

today her name is gone!

Well that silly thing thats been bothering me is gone. That name I had tattooed om my ring finger has been covered up. The thing that was there to profess my love it as gone as the love I once had for that person. So life goes on...........