So far, 2015 can kiss my ass. Besides all the legal trouble I put myself through earlier on this year, now I've finally gotten my wish of moving closer to home, friends and work via my girlfriend of 6 years breaking up with me back in April, on my birthday no less! She tells me, I need to work on me, you need to work on you. Okay, sure you've got a point I guess, but after being together for that long you would think we could still work on ourselves but together. Mind you, the worst thing I've done in our time together is drink, which has always been a hot button issue for her, but I'm never an angry or violent drunk, and never would be. She had a point in that I've needed to slow down a bit with my drinking (hence my legal problems) but she never paid much attention as to why it was so hard for me to slow down. Stuck living with her family in the middle of nowhere, an hour away from all my friends and family, for four years instead of the one or two it was supposed to be; meanwhile in the course of things she cheats on me for two months right underneath my nose, hell, in the NEXT ROOM, with a girl that was supposedly a friend, and I take her back and try to work through it, quite well I might add! All to get dumped to 'work on ourselves'. I asked her if there was anyone else, she says no. The whole breakup happened after a fight where I questioned the intentions of her friend who was living at the house with us, who also happens to be the FATHER OF MY NIECE, through my little sister, who was doing all kinds of nice little things to make her smile. 'Well you haven't been doing all those things lately. He saw I was unhappy and is just trying to be a good friend and make me smile!' How can I know you're unhappy when I barely get to see you between our schedules, and when I do, you're buried in your phone either texting or playing games?? Meanwhile this guy is taking the power to do anything out of my hands by doing it himself! Fast forward to the end, after breaking up and having to line up a new place with an old high school friend, I was 5'6" of bleeding heart everywhere I went, pining away for the woman I've loved more than any before, until a few days before the move and a talk with her moms partner. I'd been watching the phone lines for weeks (normally not my thing at all, I'm not that guy) and watching her and him texting back and forth for hours and at all hours, while he's in his room downstairs and she's 'going to bed, it's late'. Suspicion mounting, I talked with her moms partner and she confirmed that the family was growing uneasy and more disappointed as they realized this guy completely undermined our relationship and convinced her that the grass was greener on his side. With them on my side, being the best guy to walk through the doors with her, I basically told the both of them to fuck off and have fun with whatever THAT was (and he's sooo lucky a friend pulled me out of there that weekend because the kid probably wouldn't have a face left) and have since moved back to my hometown and I'm loving it! A little clarity can certainly go a long way! There's plenty more to this story, but work calls here shortly, just wanted to get on for minute and vent, unfortunately we have yet to get the web hooked up here, so I'll be on infrequently, but hope all is well with everyone out there! Here's to new beginnings and new horizons!!
