Ohboy. here we go.
How to put this.... I'm very drunk, so I'm able to do this and not feel too much stress. Most of a bottle of Irish whiskey down and all is blurry.
My wife and I have split up up after five years of being together and I'm ot well about it.
We met in 2001 in armidale and thank ******** for that. otherwise I'd be a drugged out ******** in Dubbo with no hope and no life after that.
We have a four year old son who makes me happier than anyting else in the world, and I care more for them than anything. But we're done. It's all over.
We split up because the alternative is that we try to stay together ad end up hating each other, Or, alternitavely we try to stay together and everything works out fantastic. But thats all old news now. There's nothing left. I've made the call and moved out and there's no more living together anymore.
How do you deal with the fact that you could have ******** up the best thing that has ever happened in your life? How the ******** do you deal with that? Don't misunderstand me, we are still talking to each other and I try and see them as often as I can (******** car borke down. xd ) but that's still not the same as where we we were before.
I'm lonely. Really ******** up.
I spend my days making people happy. My job is to teach kids how to juggle and do circus things for ******** sake. It's the job I never dreamed I would have. But at the end of the day, I sleep at an old friends place for free on a futon and it's empty. After five years of having someone to hold onto at night I sleep on my own. That's the hardest thing. I can't sleep properly. I have nothing to hold onto. Empty bed.
It makes me laugh all the s**t I see here with the "OMG mi boifrend left me!" etc etc. But ********, what is immediate is what is important. I'm just very ******** up at the moment.
So I work all day and try to stop thinking the moment I leave there, which leads me to my current drunken state. I saw Rei today and she told me that people are saying how great I am and such like. She said I wasn't greiving.
Grief.
It's all I can feel, but if I didn't cut myself off from how I was feeling I wouldn't be able to work, and get us over the debts we've accumulated. Funny, I'm due in court soon for the money I stole t ofund the wedding. Oh the irony, I love irony. I just wish it would ******** off for a while.
Yay the rambling of the drunkard. Bemoaning his life. But there are still those worse off. I'll get some perspective in time, but for now, ******** s**t up. s**t is ********. and sweary swear swear.
Bradle out.
Ain't it funny how s**t happens.
The Super Terrific Happy Hour Guild
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