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Like the title says. It is finally over. The pain, the anguish. The suffering. What was once two, became one. And what was once one has now become two. It is no longer a separation. It is final. There's no turning back from it and it was expected for many years. And while away dealing with my own suffering, it has been recorded in the courts. All that is left is the memory of what was supposed to be a happy life time. I harbor no ill will. I have no resentment. I have just an empty hollow void where love was. I am going to finish this last load and when empty. I will be taking the truck back to the company yard and parking it. I am only going to draw out of my pay just enough to get a hotel room up the road from the yard and set myself in the room with the lights off, door locked, tv off and just sit there and have myself a conversation with my maker about what the past 12 years was truly about and what it should have been. It was to be expected that this would finally be put to rest. Now there truly is no more fear of being hurt by the other because after all that has happened over the years, the past few months hurt the worst out of it all. But the fact that it's finally put to rest even though it lifts a burden from my shoulders, I still feel a sense of guilt because I took those vows very serious and kept them near and dear to my heart. They were my first in alot of things in life. I have a problem with it. Not that I want to go back to the pain. Not that I want the suffering. Nor to have conversation that will just delve back into childishness. But I don't want to be having this empty hollow feeling of guilt upon my heart and soul. I cannot lie when I say that because they were there, even if it was painful, that they were still a part of my being even if they chose to be apart because of their addiction and infidelity. I wish you the best. Same as always. I wish you happiness and success and joy, because even if you wanted an enemy I always wanted the very best for you in all things and ways. May peace be upon your path and success upon your every endeavor. I truly am sorry that forever was just too far away. May you be blessed with many years of joy and harmony and thank you for the ability to know you in a way that was not seen by the world. This too shall pass. I will see you when the Lord above guides our mortal souls to our immortal piece of the after life and may you always be able to be with your children and able to provide for them. They may not have been my blood, but I truly cared for those blessed angels as though they were my own. And for the fact that I am not the one for you, do not let it discourage you from a better tomorrow and always use our time as a guide to a better way of living. Excuse me world, for now it is a time for me to grieve even if others see it as a time for jubilation. I just know that in the end of my time in this realm of life and struggle, that I did my best. And it wasn't good enough. Not in the relationship, nor after. I still find myself thinking back on years lost to the madness and apologizing not just to them, nor to a higher being, but to myself. I'm not trying to hurt anyone's feelings, but I am just trying to get it out. just trying to come to grips with, it's finally over and there is nothing left to say about it. Now I will go have my moment of silence and my moment of grief. And I still have nothing but peace on my mind no matter how chaotic it seems. Good night all. I will get my work finished and park this truck and trailer, then if nobody has any objections, I am going to shed a tear.

I finally did it. I picked up a load and was running back to the yard with it to take care of some personal paperwork so to speak. And as soon as I get within 5 miles a coolant hose blows up on the back of the engine and spewed coolant all over the place including the windshield of an Arizona State trooper who surprisingly took it in good stride and helped me find the exact place it blew up. He went through my logs and my paperwork and gave me a clean inspection to turn in and get paid on since they pay for those. But most of all he spoke to me about my life. I let him know everything because unlike some peoy, honesty does go a long way in life. He realized how pained I was talking about it but just let me talk. Man, that trooper is an angel in disguise. He let me finish and didn't tell me some messed up anything. Just clasped me in the shoulder and said it'll be ok. All I really needed. Just for someone to tell me it'll be ok. I hope life is going to be ok. Because to be honest, I don't think I can take another hit. I don't want to get another text or call about the ex. I've dealt with enough games about her. I'm sorry life isn't what it was supposed to be. But she wanted it ended and I gave her that. So why the games. Why the drama. And why did a brand new hose explode off the back of the motor? Geeze I just had it replaced while I was down the last 2 days. Man. Oh well. Maybe it's a sign I need to slow down and relax a little bit more. Just a little bit longer.

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In a world where everyone is so ugly to each other I feel like reporting something beautiful at least it is to my heart. My Dad who has survived two Hospice situations, lived in a rehab for almost 2 years, fell out of bed twice once needing a hip replacement during the GD lockdown is still hanging in there. Mom went through hell getting him home but she did it and a nurse comes daily to help Dad, in and out of bed, to bathe and eat.

Yesterday when I was there, I bent over to kiss him and ask, "Daddy you know who I am?"
him "Well you called me Daddy, so..."
me "yeah that was a hint, do you know my name"
him...he sees my dog and says, "Bella"
me "Dad you know my dog but not me?"
He locks eyes with me and smiles a smile that just melts my heart - even though his elevator is stuck between floors.

Lately his blood pressure is swinging up and down. Mom called emergency services but they wanted to take him to the ER - she said no - she doesn't want him near all the covid patients, I thought that was a good call. A doctor comes to the house and redoes his meds but if he dies at home, so be it. That is what he wanted before he lost his mind, was to die at home. Mom seems to be at peace with that too.

The CUTE thing to report is that Mom and Dad still hold hands and it is the cutest thing to see. I've seen it all my life but there is a whole lot more beauty and love watching those two withered hands hold each other and r
adiate their love. At least Dad recognizes Mom completely.

Dad's birthday was Tuesday. Mom is getting to see Dad three times a week now just to help him eat which he isn't fond of doing anymore. Siblings and myself still can't go to that nursing home to see him yet. However for his 91st birthday on Tuesday we all went outside to his window to see him. I pounded on the window to wake him and when he saw us he threw the covers back and started to get up. (He can't walk any more) We all started yelling NO (he can't hear anymore either) and putting our hands up showing NO NO and shaking out heads finally he realized not to get up. This is why he falls out of bed, I guess his alheizmers makes him forget he can't walk.

The sun was brutal, we all got super sweaty and miserable standing out there seeing him but HE SMILED so I guess that was worth it. On one hand it is pathetic to have to see a loved one like that but on the other hand at least we saw him.

Afterwards we all went out to eat together - some ate his favorite foods in honor of him and at the end we sang him happy birthday as if he were with us. It made us all feel better I guess.

Dad is a tough old bird - he has survived HOSPICE twice now where everyone thought it was the end but he came through. Siblings and I are all talking about how we never want to go as far as Dad is. I asked one of my bro's does he think if Dad knew this was going to happen to him, would he have taken himself out and he said yes absolutely. His mind doesn't realize it anymore so there is nothing Dad can do to make an exit. As long as his insurance holds out - the industry will keep him alive.

So when does one make the choice to exit so as to spare their loved ones the agony of watching themselves deteriotate? Robin Williams planned it well and is my hero for doing so, only he chose a different way to go than I plan to.

FORT WORTH, Texas — Over a total of more than 90 hours combined, Andrews Women's Hospital in Fort Worth delivered 107 babies, officials say.

The baby boom took place over two two-day periods, one starting June 24 and another beginning June 28.

In the first 47-hour period, 25 girls and 27 boys were delivered, hospital officials said.

The second period, over the course of 44 hours, resulted in the birth of 55 babies, including a set of twins. It also broke the hospital's record number of deliveries in 2018, which began exactly three years prior.

Hospital officials said they average around 16 deliveries per day. In 2020, Andrews Women's Hospital delivered 6,000 babies, including 100 twins and two triplets.

Hospital officials said six baby girls were named Gianna. Other popular names include Reign for girls and Atlas and Daniel for boys.

The hospital is located at Baylor Scott & White All Saints Medical Center – Fort Worth.

Every Thanksgiving, I get invited to my ex-wife's family Thanksgiving dinner and every year, I get elected to carve the turkey. This year was no different. The turkey was smaller than usual probably because they had spiral cut ham and traditional jerk chicken.
Yeah.... jerk chicken for thanksgiving.

In the past, when I sliced the turkey, I did so in even slices. It went different this time and did more of a 'Boston Market' random cuts. they must have liked it as the plate was empty after 20 minutes.

At least 25 people showed up and more were arriving when I was leaving at sundown.

I got to see a sister-in-law who doesn't come to family gatherings very often as she lives a few hundred miles away. It must have been ten years... wow, that long?
We chatted for a while and I gave her the update to my side of the family. She's been living with a boyfriend going on 20 years now and they recently bought a house together.
Some people prefer not to be married and it appears to be working for them.

I took home a plate of food and still have a few cuts of the chicken. I will finish that off tomorrow!

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A teenage event that happened in my life 4 decades ago.

Went to a house party. Much later a fight broke out, so couldn't find the friend i came out, becasue the scene was just chaotic. Met a guy there who I had kissed in the past who offered me a walk home.I was so grateful because i had a strict parents (rightly so), and my curfew had long since past. This guy first stopped by his grans house to pick up his jacket. Offered for me to come in which i did,and I was extremely quiet cos his gran was sleeping.

After jacket sorted, he the started kissing me, no harm in that, but then he wanted to take it further. By then i was terrified, asked him to please take me home, crying, begging, pleading all in whispers cos his gran was there asleep somewhere in that house. Despite all of that he still flatly refused to take me home. His ultimatum to me was "either sleep with me and I will take you home", or walk home on your own and get raped". Bearing in mind this was 2.00 a.m on a Sunday morning and it was a 30 mins walk home, I was petrified.

Sanity prevailed in my befuddled mind, so I then walked outside and waited on the road, hoping he would come up and feel remorse and safely accompany me home. Nothing, nada, crickets!

Luckily (amdist all the trauma i was going through in the pitch black of the night), i remembered that I had a friend who lived a street away, and so I ran to her home with a pounding heart and banged on her door. Thank goodness she was home. I told her what had happened and told her that she had to wake me at 6.00 a.m sunday morning because I knew my parents would be frantic with worry and furious too! She did exactly that. Bless her.

I took the long early morning walk of shame home at 6.00 am in the morning, constantly aware aware of drivers going by staring at me, people on early morning walks staring me. I kept my head down shamefully and felt humiliated every long step it took me to reach home.

When I got home, my mom screamed at me, called me a b*tch and told me to go to my room. I was sobbing so much and so hurt by what she called me. She does not use vulgar language ever. So for her to use that word on me, I subconsciously knew it was just her franticness coming across and relief that her daughter was finally safely home.. But I'm also human, so i also recall thinking in my traumatised state "Mom if only you knew the truth. I'm 16 years old, not a b*tch and still a virgin".

My dad came to my room soon after, where i was sobbing uncontrollably, facedown on my bed. He then very calmly asked me if the story I had told my mom and him was true. I told him yes it was. He then told me that he believed me He did warn me though, in a calm but stern voice, that if he ever heard a contradictory story to the explanation i gave them for sleeping out, I was going to be in serious trouble and that there were going to be serious consequences.

The truth is most of the my story was true. The only part I didnt tell my parents was this guys ultimatum to me. And that has stayed with me my whole life. Buried deep, but wont ever be forgotten.AND thank goodness my parents did not ever hear the real story.

My parents are now long since deceased. May their precious souls RIP. I loved them with all of my heart and still miss them terribly. SO Mom and Dad, wherever you may be, I am finally unburdening the "lie" i told you. Now you know the truth, and I deeply regret not trusting you enough to tell you the true events of that night.

I still ask myself as that young innocent 16 year old, as to why didnt i tell my parents the truth? Why did i take the shame upon myself and not out the guy that scarred me to some degree as a teenager?

It still hurts me that I didn't tell my parents what really happened that night.

SO, Mom and Dad,wherever you might be now in the afterlife, now you know the trauma your daughter went through that night. This is for you. Im finally releasing it and letting it go.xo

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