Thursday, February 21, 2013

I'll Be Back

Okay, fine, I am back. Did ya miss me? No? Well that's alright, because I missed you. 

Jeez, I think the last time I blogged was the end of 2010!. Shame on me you say... well I have multiple good excuses. Some of which I may even get into, who knows.  But mostly, I miss my venue for venting...telling the world what I think...jumping up and down on my soap box. You get the point.

So to pick up where we left off...

I kicked my husband out. Yeah... it wasn't as simple as it sounds. I did ask him for a divorce and he refused to leave. I moved into the living room and slept on the couch for 6 months. Until one summer night when I woke up with a jolt. I looked up to find him standing over me, arms crossed at his chest, with the most intense look of malice on his face. What did I think? "Oh my god, he's going to kill me." That may seem like an over reaction, but our lives had turned into a Lifetime movie about how dangerous marriage can get.

That was the summer of 2011. 

It took a Protective Order to actually get him out of my house, but I did it. Yay me! And let me tell ya, life has been one instance of falling off a cliff, over and over and over again.  But, we got away. And I should thank my lucky stars.

We lost our house. He had been responsible for the bills until I kicked him out. When I went into his room to sort through the hoards of crap, I found all the bills, unpaid, some for as long as 3 months. They turned off my power, my water and gas. I had to get food stamps. My mom made my car payment for 6 months. And whats the point of all this whining you ask... We survived! My point is, paying for our groceries with foodstamps and living with roommies I don't really care for is better than living with my husband.

I've had to suck it up and not be proud for a year and a half now. I hate it, but it's still better than living with my husband.

So you want my good news now? I mean besides the fact that I left the douche? I have a job I like. I'm self employed as a painter. I get to do faux treatments on walls and paint murals on occasion. I am very lucky to get up and look forward to going to work.

I have given up on being a tattoo artist. This is actually good news, I promise. I would need 2 years of spousal support to re-train in the industry. The judge would likely award it to me. But there is no agency to enforce it, so it's a waste of my time. For now. I've diverted to my second choice which was a uniformed police officer. I have started the application process for the local department. Cross your fingers, toes and eyes. Yeah, giving up tattooing is the pits. But I'll get over it.

And the last item for today. I'm going to be moving. Yeah, moving again in such a short time, sucks. But it's going to be a big improvement for me and The Girls. You remember them right? Itty Bit and DQ.

So until next time, hopefully tomorrow, I'll leave you with a smile and a sigh. It's good to blog again.


  1. OK, sounds like you are on the right path. I look forward to seeing you flower in yo ur new life. Best of luck.

  2. Good to see you are back at it!


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