As I'm writing this i can't help but think but damn its been a long time since i have written anything.
The first attempt i took at writing was a novel titled the heist,
when out of left field I got shot down with your going to write a book ha ha your no where near good enough,
great encouragement huh,and that was coming from my future wife to be.
I wrote a few love poems and a few erotic poems and yet again shot down with no encouragement.
In 1996 we were about to have our first child so all attempts of writing were stopped because becoming a father for the first time would be taking up all of my free time. After my daughter came along
my life changed for the better.its funny how a baby takes over and runs your so called controlled life.
I had met Angela in 1990 while we were still in high school,we dated for six years and decided to get married and our fist child.
I was 24 and my first kid man did it ever scare the shit out of me here was this little girl in my arms and I was thinking to myself what the hell do I do now a lot of what ifs were in my head but as a first time parent or a seasoned vet of 14 years you still don't get it right.
By the time we were married for 4 years things started to go south in our relationship Angela was a very demanding and controlling woman I let it slide for a while until i couldn't take it anymore and the fights started and the arguing just not any type of arguing full out screaming matches I should have known from the start when we were first dating we had an argument while we were driving that resulted in me getting my hand smashed in the ashtray of the car which broke and with the shard of sharp plastic I was then stabbed in my leg,yup and I married this woman.
So by the time I was 28 we had our first break up where she had thrown me out on my ass after yet another argument and I was gone for three months.
I returned home in October of 1998 just in time for my daughters second birthday,
we had a trailer that we used to camp in on the weekends and all of the trailer park showed up for her birthday because we had rented a Barney costume for that occasion,the show were no matter how badly she was crying or putting up a fuss this stupid purple dinosaur had calmed the savage beast.
we had taken turns wearing this costume and entertaining all the two footers so after the millions of gifts were unwrapped barney had to go back to the school yard. to this day my oldest daughter can still remember that stupid purple Dino.
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