pugugly

I said some fairly mean things to the ex via text last night. I was pretty upset, and this is the second week I've not seen my son, and is the longest I've been apart from him. I don't really even vent in her direction, or even really like fighting with her at all. I try to keep things pretty positive, even when I'm feeling a bit used or worked over. It's more important to me that our son sees us talking and getting along than anything else to me. As a result of some of the things I said (I'm ...

My ex wife has used this situation to completely change our arrangement with the kid, with no real input from me. He's living there, going to school near her, and she's effectly made it so I can't see him because of the way things are. I was holding off on updating because I wanted to say something positive, but really at this point it's been hit after hit. I feel like I'm losing my son. I'll barely get to see him now, and my ex will push to have childsupport as well because he's with her more ...

I will not be around after monday for some time. Like most in this economy, I've been struggling. Monday I lose power, and my eviction process starts. Selling what I can to make the move easier and to have money while I couch surf for a time. This means the computer as well. Don't worry about the kid, he's staying with his mom. I have a a job lined up (hopefully) on monday.

Just think good thoughts and keep your fingers crossed. I'll be back when I can.

I've mentioned before I have a sensitive nose. I smell a lot of things others miss, and I've been used to it for as long as I can remember. It's caused me problems in the past discussing it with others so I tend to not go into too many details. But, for some reason scents hit me hard. They can overwhelm me and simply get too intense. As a kid I wouldn't walk down the laundry detergent isle at the supermarket because the smell of it was enough to burn my nose and make my eyes water. Try ...

It’s three in the morning, my kid is at the ex’s and I’m wandering the streets pensively unable to sleep. This isn’t unusual for me. I tend to walk around this dirty little area of town quite a bit. Strangely however, the way Las Vegas is setup, there are decent neighborhoods a block away from run down ones, like a patchwork quilt across the valley. Living on the edge of one of the gritter edges of town, and quiet Old Las Vegas homes gives me a an interesting variety of sights as I wander ...