Jaime Tomahawk
Apr 5th, 2006, 02:49:41 AM
05/04/2006
Things have settled down well in the last three months. Work's not as good as I want it to be but there's enough to keep my bank balance up. The cats accepted that I'm back and there's cat hair everywhere. The VR4's back in my hands and it's a ripper now, it's scary as hell quick, it's gotten me 4th and 3rd outright from two events contested. I'm physically a hell of a lot fitter, eating better and well being is about as good as I can remember for a long time.
Sounds funny but with the official divorce happening in May, I'm looking forward to that being permanatly and toally over. I've got other things to get into now and frankly the ex is NOT part of my future. Actually she finally owed up to seeing someone else "since last year" whatever that specifically means. I dont care anymore. I think that's the right thing too, why should I get worked up over somethign that's in the past?
It just means there can not be any going back and for that I am quite glad. I dont want to start thinking down a path I dont want or need to go.
You can either sit and whine about life or you can do somethign about it and not let it defeat you, grind you into nothing. I dont like being the old Mark anyway.
Today tho is a very odd day and the one thing that prompted me to pick up the keyboard once again. Today I got my own place. Sure its just a rental but it'll be my name on the papers and I'm the only one there. I've never actually done this before, having a place that is mine and mine alone.
36 and finally my own man, free of debt, free of Helen, free to pick and choose where I go, what I do, how I get there. Free basically to prove to myself that Marcus is permanent and He's not a waste of oxygen.
I think a diary is a good thing to keep, it reminds of where we have been and where we could be going. So I will. Maybe I'll be only the occasional update but still, who knows where this could lead.
Nobody told the hard road was the fun one. But it is.
Things have settled down well in the last three months. Work's not as good as I want it to be but there's enough to keep my bank balance up. The cats accepted that I'm back and there's cat hair everywhere. The VR4's back in my hands and it's a ripper now, it's scary as hell quick, it's gotten me 4th and 3rd outright from two events contested. I'm physically a hell of a lot fitter, eating better and well being is about as good as I can remember for a long time.
Sounds funny but with the official divorce happening in May, I'm looking forward to that being permanatly and toally over. I've got other things to get into now and frankly the ex is NOT part of my future. Actually she finally owed up to seeing someone else "since last year" whatever that specifically means. I dont care anymore. I think that's the right thing too, why should I get worked up over somethign that's in the past?
It just means there can not be any going back and for that I am quite glad. I dont want to start thinking down a path I dont want or need to go.
You can either sit and whine about life or you can do somethign about it and not let it defeat you, grind you into nothing. I dont like being the old Mark anyway.
Today tho is a very odd day and the one thing that prompted me to pick up the keyboard once again. Today I got my own place. Sure its just a rental but it'll be my name on the papers and I'm the only one there. I've never actually done this before, having a place that is mine and mine alone.
36 and finally my own man, free of debt, free of Helen, free to pick and choose where I go, what I do, how I get there. Free basically to prove to myself that Marcus is permanent and He's not a waste of oxygen.
I think a diary is a good thing to keep, it reminds of where we have been and where we could be going. So I will. Maybe I'll be only the occasional update but still, who knows where this could lead.
Nobody told the hard road was the fun one. But it is.