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Posted by on July 11, 2017

Let’s all let the clip and the general reaction of “DAYUM” stand for itself shall we? He had it coming…


Posted by on July 11, 2017

This moment hit particular today while watching it with family. Francis is a character that I honestly really just did not like the first season. That was of course the entire point, your supposed to dislike him and feel Ross is the hero. This scene though made the viewer soften and maybe even fall in love with Francis, which of course it was supposed to do. If season one was about hating him for taking Ross’s girl and being a brat, Season 2 has been about him redeeming himself and becoming a better man to his family. I won’t spoiler of course for those who don’t know what is to come, but this was a touching moment and it came at the perfect time.

Demelza needed to hear it and it was good of Francis to say it and more over mean it, he was not always kind to Demelza after all.

Meanwhile..Ross is making a pigs ear of it. Least he saved the fork to the face with good reflexes…


Posted by on July 11, 2017

What do you do when all efforts fail? What do you do when despite some pretty fantastically nasty bullshit whatever you do, try to do or try to forgive it just isn’t enough? I am not asking this to be ironic, I honestly have no idea and I am taking suggestions because the one thing that springs into my head is not a great idea and not helpful at all.

I have been lied too, cheated on, dumped, abused, cheated on, lied too wash rinse repeat. A smarter man would have walked away and yet I didn’t. Despite having a million different pieces of evidence that told me this was a bad relationship and looking very one sided I wasn’t willing to throw it all away.

More fool me.

A pound of weed as the solution for rent issues should have set off more alarms then it did. Obviously it is not something I agree with but I can understand the desperation there. I can understand how even something illegal looks like a better choice if a person just hands you a pound of weed to sell. Still given the recent history, I should have taken the alarm bell for what it was.

Still I tried to offer the benefit of the doubt. She said she wouldn’t be smoking it other then the amount she “tested”. Yeah more fool me AGAIN.

Weird ass behavior and the same shady shit that left me feeling like I did something wrong has settled in over me once again the last few days. I don’t like it, but the behavior and wording and all the rest is exactly what it was while I was being cheated on and lied too and all the rest. Again.

Still. I tried.

Tried to take some hope from a little spiel about wanting to show me that she can make time for me. That got shot down really quickly with the rest of the conversation that followed.

Not even 24 hours without using weed with it in the house but apparently I am the one who needs to keep giving chances. Yeah I don’t think so. I have done my part.

I continued to be as open as I could about it. I have in fact for the last two days stated I can’t keep doing this cycle of crap. My point is, ” understood “.

The end result is a conversation that just seemed like a face plant and a door slamming and locking shut. I called out sabotaging, was told there wasn’t sabotaging. Pointed out where it seemed like there was and was not disagreed with. Moreover, when I pointed out I could not handle being dismantled again and again and bouncing back from it and I was told no one would be expected to.

That’s it I guess.

Seems pretty damn anti climatic after everything, but seems fairly cut and dry to me right? That was all around 2 hours or so ago anyways so.

What do you do when it’s all failed? When you have tried everything you can think of and still end up holding a broken heart?

Yeah I don’t have a clue I’ll make sure to let anyone know if I sort that out. The heart dies a slow and painful death that is for sure.

I think going and becoming a hermit seems like a good choice right now.


Posted by on June 24, 2017

Title says it all, I am probably the worlds worst cousin, friends and everything else. I keep giving A my word about things and then I end up being a liar. Especially the last two days, shes got such a terrible fever I am worried, everyone really is and yet I break my word once more.

All A wanted was a day where she was allowed to be sick, didn’t have to fix any issues, or deal with anything added to her plate. Watch some TV and accept the fact she was sick. This isn’t something she does often if ever. Try getting her to take a day off. I gave her my word that would happen.

Yet it feels like her birthday all over again for me. I don’t know what to do anymore. I feel like I am fighting a battle that I will never win. That thought alone hurts so much because I always thought if I fought hard enough for love, showed someone I loved them enough it would be alright. Doesn’t seem to be the case for me. Of course it could simply be that my love is not strong enough or true enough or I am not up to the task enough. Since it seems I am unable to give her what she wants as I am reminded of again.

I have kept a print out of these two memes with me at all times for a very long time. Since the day after we met. As a reminder to myself. Risk is worth it sometimes and love is a deeply complex thing.

These three were given to me by my Sister one day. I keep them close too. Despite her own personal feelings on situations she wants me to be happy. She truly wants that for me and says everyday that she hopes she is wrong with how she feels on things. That has always meant a lot to me.

My therapist has even suggested I find meme’s for those times when I do not know how to express myself. I have a very hard time expressing feelings. It is a flaw I think, but it is one I work often to fix. Sure I can get feelings out metaphorically through song but regular words are much harder for me. I really do try even if it never seems to be enough. I even thought that I made some decent progress with that issue when I was open and truthful that I was emotionally drained, and just feeling hurt. Even allowing myself to be vulnerable enough to say that a recent situation had indeed made me feel gun shy. The reward I got for that was, to find out that my use of he word Risk was apparently such a horrible thing that it caused another complete meltdown not 12 hours after being told I was loved and I was wanted in every way and that she didn’t want to lose me. I suppose I will end up kicking myself for whatever time I have left on this planet for being so callous. I was then also informed that I am gun shy about everything.

Ouch.

I guess I am being an overly sensitive old woman about it, but so be it what else do I have to lose anyways? I have already lost everything anyways. I am sure somewhere I will get word about sharing meme’s being wrong and whatever, I have had that before too, but again I have already lost it all there is nothing else to lose.

Nothing else to fight for.

Nothing else to live for.

I am sorry to those who have been hurt. I am sorry that my mission and passion and desire to revel in the love of a woman I love more then myself has brought drama and pain to her and anyone else. I am sorry my desperate need to know that I could be more then a broken solider took me over. I am sorry my desperate want to reach out and touch the very real dream I had of my wife and our children (yes I am including the one she already has which is not mine by blood) seems to be the delusions of a broken man.

If I keep my word on nothing else, which it seems I can’t. Then let it be this. When all is said and done there is only one more thing I could do that will bring darkness to your life. I am sorry for that but it will pass. I know it will and then there will be no more darkness in your life, but sunshine.

I love you.


Posted by on May 4, 2017

Most anyone who reads this blog already knows what has transpired over the last two days. A I am so sorry that again your Birthday ended up as collateral damage.

Title says it all. Still processing and frankly I don’t think there is enough time to actually process it all. Feels like I’ve been hung, drawn and quartered. So that is all I got at the moment. Time to take self inventory again it seems.


Posted by on April 27, 2017

Give or take because of time zones it has been 15 days since the last time I had to talk about lines in the sand and being pushed to far. 15 days. That is all and it is not an exaggeration or me being an asshole. I looked because I was curious because the response to my thought about wondering WTF seemed like that meant it would be the last time. That yes indeed the message was clear, if things continue as they have been even soulmates can’t take a beating forever.

15 days.

There have been moments of course during those 15 days where if I could smile (wired shut jaw) I would have. Moments where I actually felt things could be shifting for the better, working as a team. The way that a relationship should. Those are the moments I tend to live for, the moments that remind me why I have chosen to forgive and try to make things work. Simple things really, something as simple as working together to pick a Birthday gift for someone. Such a simple little thing and yet, something that meant a great deal to me.

I wish those moments formed the bulk of the last 15 days unfortunately they don’t. The last 15 days have been full of more bickering, back biting, general flakiness and getting to feel in general again like a gigantic boob who never does anything right then I will ever commit to paper or electronic paper. I won’t say some of it hasn’t been my problem, I have had the flu, I am exhausted and I am stressed because my bills are not being met and the job I really want to be doing is not my job. I can’t even make myself useful and start working on the property I was going to rebuild by hand because I can’t buy the supplies. So I accept where I have been at fault but I don’t feel those moments deserve half of what comes flying back at me.

15 days that was all it took for me to go from trying to hold onto that one bit of hope that maybe I wouldn’t have to draw that line. To standing on the brink of an yawning abyss and I have no idea what to do about it anymore. Been no proper date night in whatever. Schedule changes then changes back, things get set up and then don’t work out. Can’t even ask hey how did the geek day go because there isn’t a chance too. Presently I get to sit in a limbo cycle of the current shit storm going on, her falling asleep during the conversation, then waking up and going from there. It is really really hard to be stuck in that sort of cycle for an extended period of time. Suppose this is what purgatory feels like. Fuck if I know anymore. At this point I should stop typing, I just feel like an unmanned asshole who’s been fighting to hold onto something desperately while being told not to fairly frequently.

Not even going to bother going into the constant need to prove how I feel. To prove myself. Seems that all boiled down again to two words.

15 days.

I really need to stop buying any form of jewelry. Rings, Collars, necklaces..bracelets. I really need to stop..seems to always end up being a bad omen instead of a good one.

15 days…..


Posted by on April 26, 2017

I was planning on posting a WIP Wens today but I remembered that the current WIP I am working on is top secret so I can’t do that, and I kind of lost the motivation to do it anyways. Shit happens right? I used to think I was a pretty decent guy. I don’t want to be one of those people who stands there and goes I am the shit, I am a catch bla bla bla. These days though, I am always asking myself if I even deserve to be sucking up o2 on this planet. Ah well what can you do right? Shit happens.

It really just makes you question every damn thing you have ever done in your life and relationship when you are being told on a fairly constant basis “You should just dump me.” or some variant. To keep hearing that on a fairly consistent basis among all the other issues, really makes you ask yourself, do I suck that much as showing that I love you? Are my sacrifices and fighting for the relationship really that insignificant? I don’t know anymore and at this point I am talking out of my ass because I am beyond exhausted on every level. That said though I need to get back on the resume train so maybe I will be able to use my degree on some level somewhere sometime.

There are a lot of days lately that I ask myself why I didn’t just stay in the jungle. At least the threats you face in the jungle are pretty straight forward, snakes are gonna bite ya if you don’t heed their warning. Tiger may eat you for lunch if you aren’t present. That sorta thing.

On the plus side, McCoy seems to think I am pretty cool today.


Posted by on April 24, 2017

Image at http://www.birth-ofa-notion.com

 

Here comes another effort of trying to take part in more of A’s meme’s and trying to be a bit more active again since she was kind enough to get me a new theme and all. Yeah I am still in love with the theme. Another Monday is here and frankly I would prefer it wasn’t here. Last week was a rough week. A very rough week and not just because my jaw is wired shut and I got the flu. I won’t go into all of it but frankly I am fairly down in the dumps. There were moments of not bad last week and I do try and hold to those to get out of the dumps but I’m only human like everyone else. The cherry on top of the crap week sundae was our family suffering the loss of a Great Grandfather. I think everyone is feeling that kick pretty well. Anyways Monday is about music at least that is a nice topic, probably end up posting more later or another day..anyways I digress again music.

 

 


Posted by on April 21, 2017

I wish to keep this post, simple and stream line, because it is not for me. The first year is the hardest, one step at a time.

 


Posted by on April 15, 2017

So my wonderful cousin A hosts Saturday Sanctuary I mentioned it back in January and then like a dolt only took part in it once since then. I feel guilty about that A works so hard to try and get everyone she meets let alone family inspired and she gets so little participation in the meme’s she does but she diligently posts them nearly every week. I admire her for that and I will do my level best to be a better cousin and participate more, maybe not every week but I will try.

So if you would like to participate head on over to Birth of a Notion and see what is going on and how it goes, I know A would appreciate it. Meanwhile here I go, the inspirational photo prompt this week is:

A went with a poem and that inspired me to write one this week as well, I suppose we are a family with the hearts of poets when it comes right down to it.

My dominance is a gift
While it is deep and a part of me
I give it to the one I choose
It is not given freely

Like my love it is held close
And with me everyday
Like a gift of submission
It is earned through respect

Only those who have shown me
Patience, loyalty and trust
Will be deserving of my gift
For it is the soul within me

Shared and given with love
To those who see the inner me
And know that there is more
Than bondage and a firm hand

Show you have a submissive mind
And desire to please and submit
And my dominance will grow
With each passing day

Learn my wants and needs
And express honesty always
My heart will soon be yours
And we will exchange our gifts


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