So here is the deal. I am sitting in my living room, and you guessed it, I am on my laptop. Hooray, you win the prize. My neighbors are blasting music, which would not be so bad except for the fact that I can not understand a single word of it. My neighbors are Mexican, so they listen to the music of their culture. Oh well, at least the beat is nice, so one out of two ain't bad.
I spent most of the day on PeopleString and Facebook, which has become kind of the norm for me. Hey, no car, leg all beat up, money running low, Facebook is the next best thing to going to a club. A lot of my Facebook Family are still up at arms at the fa ct that I am stepping away from my soon to be Ex-Wife and Kid. Well she says she is pregnant although I have been unable to verify. Anyway, many of my Facebook friends can not understand my logic. That is OK, for I am not expecting them to understand why I am taking this action, just that they know that it is not a decision I have made lightly.
I talked to one of my church sisters today. She is one of a couple of twins, her name is Jeanette and her sister is Lynette. I explained to Jeanette why I made the decision I did, and she understood. Seems no one else knew the satonic principalities I am up against. Jeanette asked me if I am trying to communicate with my son, and I said that to do that I will have to communicate with the wife and she is not making that a possibility. So Jeanette suggested something that has honestly not previously crossed my mind. Jeanette suggested that I maintain a journal, kind of like writing letters to my son, and that in the future I can pres ent it to him. I took her suggestion one step further and put together a Blog that I am calling "Letters Of A Father". I wrote my first letter today, and I must admit, it was extremely therapeutic, and I felt much better after writing it.
It is almost like keeping a diary of my thoughts, a record of what is going on with me, preserving a history that I can share with my son, because goodness knows that evil winch is going to do everything in her power to erase any knowledge of my family from him. So mote it be, but I will have these letters to share with him as an adult. As my mother was so fond of saying, there is more than one way to skin a cat.
Still regardless of how that woman treats me, and what her ignorant tail thinks about me, I know the truth. I still have God, and as long as I have God I really don't need anybody else.
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