Post by InvisibleWolfMan on Jan 25, 2010 11:48:28 GMT 2
Well, where do I begin?
Hmmm, I would love to point out the weight loss I had experienced, but no dice there. Maybe the strange set of circumstances starting with a midsummer night that escalated and ended as suddenly as it began was too blame...nah. Perhaps the death threats from the individual who many of the former Fortress members remember me discussing during the blogspot days...no though somehow he still fits into all of this. Maybe it was the bizarrest chain of events starting with a vivid dream (while awake, I might add), loads of music by Prince, the mere sight of insane amounts of one particular model car by Ford and songs that continually told me about my situation on the radio all the way from CENTERFOLD by J.Giles Band to BAD ROMANCE by Lady GaGa...hmmm, getting closer but it's merely the means to the end of my marriage.
All of these. None of these. I blame life, no, I embrace life for what has occurred.
Yes, you read right. The end of my marriage.
I have spent years loving my soon-to-be-ex-wife and somehow feeling second best. When we loved each other, we did...100%. However, there were moments that challanged us and somehow we failed one another. I was irresponsible when it came to practical matters, she was irresponsible when it came to matters of the heart. In between those moments a hardness developed and we began to pick each other apart. I gave up being responsible for certain things because I grew tired of fighting with her over how things should or shouldn't be done. She got back by finding ways to crush my heart...and I was dumb enough to allow that, which made me give up other things...
What a vicious circle.
I say these things not to make it like I'm bashing only her because I'm not. I'm stating the basic truth. I know where I've been wrong and for her, it felt like hell (she's admitted to as much) just as much as anything I could dare accuse her of. This was akin to a two-way demolition crew working night and day over the destruction of what we had. Both of us were to blame, and share equal blame.
As I began the relationship, so did I end it.
Here I am now, seperated not only from my wife but my son, divorce papers pending, a one room apartment that is the size of my former house's living room, 100's of CD's and 1,000's of DVDs yet no entertainment system to play any of them NOR television nor PC nor MAC, part-time layoff and yet...alive and well.
I'm going to keep this as an open discussion and I'll reply to everyone as I have a chance to. Certain details that feel too private for public will be sent PM style to the long-standing members of The Fortress only. This is because I know I can trust them.
Until then, let's celebrate my return!
Graham Central Station - Pow
POW! I Gotcha!
I caught cha with your funk down
POW! I Gotcha!
So never let your guard down
POW! I Gotcha!
I caught cha with your funk down
POW! I Gotcha!
Someone told the whole town
What did you expect?
Maybe you thought we were gonna sing some classical acapella
Something like...uh
lalalalalaaaalalalalaLALAAAAAAAlalalalala
What did you expect?
Mmmmmaybe you thought we were gonna play a little Beehtoven, Chopin or Bach
What did you expect?
Mmmmmaybe you thought I was gonna sing a little country funk like uh
Yodel-lay-ohhhohlay-deeeeee,Yodel-lay-ohhhohlay-deeeeee
POW! I Gotcha!
I caught cha with your funk down
POW! I Gotcha!
So never let your guard down
POW! I Gotcha!
I caught cha with your funk down
POW! I Gotcha!
And someone told the whole town
You should try your best
To keep your funkiness
So next time won't catch you
You get someone else to...
You can have my best
You can tease me, yes
Nothing less will do
You can have some funk, too!
POW! I Gotcha!
POW! I Gotcha!
POW! I Gotcha!
POW! I Gotcha!
Hmmm, I would love to point out the weight loss I had experienced, but no dice there. Maybe the strange set of circumstances starting with a midsummer night that escalated and ended as suddenly as it began was too blame...nah. Perhaps the death threats from the individual who many of the former Fortress members remember me discussing during the blogspot days...no though somehow he still fits into all of this. Maybe it was the bizarrest chain of events starting with a vivid dream (while awake, I might add), loads of music by Prince, the mere sight of insane amounts of one particular model car by Ford and songs that continually told me about my situation on the radio all the way from CENTERFOLD by J.Giles Band to BAD ROMANCE by Lady GaGa...hmmm, getting closer but it's merely the means to the end of my marriage.
All of these. None of these. I blame life, no, I embrace life for what has occurred.
Yes, you read right. The end of my marriage.
I have spent years loving my soon-to-be-ex-wife and somehow feeling second best. When we loved each other, we did...100%. However, there were moments that challanged us and somehow we failed one another. I was irresponsible when it came to practical matters, she was irresponsible when it came to matters of the heart. In between those moments a hardness developed and we began to pick each other apart. I gave up being responsible for certain things because I grew tired of fighting with her over how things should or shouldn't be done. She got back by finding ways to crush my heart...and I was dumb enough to allow that, which made me give up other things...
What a vicious circle.
I say these things not to make it like I'm bashing only her because I'm not. I'm stating the basic truth. I know where I've been wrong and for her, it felt like hell (she's admitted to as much) just as much as anything I could dare accuse her of. This was akin to a two-way demolition crew working night and day over the destruction of what we had. Both of us were to blame, and share equal blame.
As I began the relationship, so did I end it.
Here I am now, seperated not only from my wife but my son, divorce papers pending, a one room apartment that is the size of my former house's living room, 100's of CD's and 1,000's of DVDs yet no entertainment system to play any of them NOR television nor PC nor MAC, part-time layoff and yet...alive and well.
I'm going to keep this as an open discussion and I'll reply to everyone as I have a chance to. Certain details that feel too private for public will be sent PM style to the long-standing members of The Fortress only. This is because I know I can trust them.
Until then, let's celebrate my return!
Graham Central Station - Pow
POW! I Gotcha!
I caught cha with your funk down
POW! I Gotcha!
So never let your guard down
POW! I Gotcha!
I caught cha with your funk down
POW! I Gotcha!
Someone told the whole town
What did you expect?
Maybe you thought we were gonna sing some classical acapella
Something like...uh
lalalalalaaaalalalalaLALAAAAAAAlalalalala
What did you expect?
Mmmmmaybe you thought we were gonna play a little Beehtoven, Chopin or Bach
What did you expect?
Mmmmmaybe you thought I was gonna sing a little country funk like uh
Yodel-lay-ohhhohlay-deeeeee,Yodel-lay-ohhhohlay-deeeeee
POW! I Gotcha!
I caught cha with your funk down
POW! I Gotcha!
So never let your guard down
POW! I Gotcha!
I caught cha with your funk down
POW! I Gotcha!
And someone told the whole town
You should try your best
To keep your funkiness
So next time won't catch you
You get someone else to...
You can have my best
You can tease me, yes
Nothing less will do
You can have some funk, too!
POW! I Gotcha!
POW! I Gotcha!
POW! I Gotcha!
POW! I Gotcha!
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And although we share quite similar taste in music and movies, I've still yet to succumb to the likes of Hannah Montanna/Miley Cyrus...SOOOOOOOOOOOO, that means one of us MUST be Bizarro:
