tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82949581728148676582011-04-21T14:06:05.239-05:00Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11491592416265121194noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294958172814867658.post-21994655016602544732008-07-05T00:04:00.002-05:002008-07-05T00:26:40.742-05:00More coherency. That's what I need.<br /><br />Huh. July 4th. Independence Day. Funny thing to happen on it, y'know? A lot guys I know would celebrate this. Revel in it. A chance to break free free. And here I go on about love and stuff.<br /><br />Sorry, I'm being rude I suppose. I'm Jim Dawson. I live in Ohio. I'm a typesetter for a large print company. It's nothing exciting, but I like my coworkers and it pays the bills. It's 9-5 usually, so I have time for family dinners with David (our 6 year old son) and Allison. My boss is nice and gives me a 2 week vacation every year so my family can go somewhere fun. Last year we went to Yellowstone. Saw some bears and mooses. <br />We were going to go to southern California this year. David wants to see Legoland. I guess that'd be expensive for a lot of people, but Allison works as a therapist and I bike to work so there's no gas cost and only one car. We have the money to fly out and stuff. My sister lives there, we'd stay with her.<br /><br />I've never cheated on Allison. I've never hit her. You have to know this. I've loved her since day 1. I guess I have to talk to a divorce lawyer on Monday.<br /><br />I remember playing with Legos as a kid, I love watching David play with them. He's named after two people you know, my dad and Allison's brother. It was convenient and fun.<br /><br />Maybe I'll take him to Legoland anyways.<br />Tomorrow I'll try and be more coherent about my life. I promise.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294958172814867658-2199465501660254473?l=ridevre.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11491592416265121194noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294958172814867658.post-33290003780085443152008-07-04T01:43:00.001-05:002008-07-04T01:43:28.743-05:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">LEAVING</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">you.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />That was it. That was all she said to me tonight. Fuck fuck fuck. 10 years of marriage. No cheating no abuse no name calling all I did was take care of our family and try and make her happy and she tells me this SHIT<br />What the fuck I mean really? And what about David? I mean JESUS WHY THE FUCK NOW ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME ALLISON<br />It's all going so well and then it crashes. and now i have to tell mom and dad that we're not coming to the bbq we've done every year because my wife wants to fucking divorce me I hate this shit.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i still love her<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294958172814867658-3329000378008544315?l=ridevre.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11491592416265121194noreply@blogger.com0