A year and a day ago today…
My brother and The Old Man made the trip to South Carolina to help me move out of my then-home, leaving the STBX and The Boy in the process. I hope never in my life to have to do anything that emotionally draining again. Saying goodbye to The Boy was, BY FAR, the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life. I am so grateful that he has taken everything the last year has thrown at him as well as he has. He is an absolute soldier and he makes me beam with pride.
Back then I was still in the “hurt” mode. It would be another 3 weeks or so before I became full-on angry with the STBX. Today, I don’t know that I’m even angry at her anymore. As I said in a previous blog, her continued existence annoys the shit out of me though.
It was hotter than hell on that trip back to MI. 104 in Columbia and like the traffic on Sunday, it was a mess. I also remember that literally one-half of the state of W. Virginia had lost power. It got a little scary that night as gas stations were hit and miss. Thankfully, we had no problems.
I also recall coming home and drinking beer, lots of it. Beer was my coping mechanism. I remember going to my cousin’s house (whom I shall code name “John Ryan”) for hid annual July 4th get-together, sitting down, and drinking one beer after another – basically until I couldn’t drink anymore. As of now, I’ve been sober for 24 days and have no plans on hitting the sauce again.
Has it REALLY been a year already?
Back to the present…
UPDATE: Wednesday, July 3 5:43 PM.
I took The Boy home on Sunday. Saying goodbye was much easier this time. He was pretty stoked to be home, see his pets and his mom. As we said goodbye, he told “Now, don’t you cry Dad”. I couldn’t help but bust out laughing. I’ve always known that he would eventually take these goodbyes easier than I would; perhaps he’s already there.
On my way back into town, I spent Monday night at The Auteur’s house. It was so good to see her and we seriously needed time together. Since then, we’ve both said that we feel better about the state of our relationship. Later the next day, I get a Facebook message from her saying that 1B knows that we are sleeping together. What does one say to that? Especially when it’s being brought up by their kid???
- Amsterdam Pays Alcoholics Five Cans Of Beer A Day To Sweep Streets (albanytribune.com)
- How I learned to like beer (craftylaurie.wordpress.com)