The importance of friends (especially after divorce)

27 03 2013

When it comes to divorce, you are going to loose people in your life. In some cases, your married friends may start distancing themselves. Which is understandable, since your divorce will potentially expose weaknesses in their relationships. Some may simply choose your ex over you and some may just be assholes.
What matters is the friends that stick with you after the dust settles. I’m lucky, I have found some people who are willing to give me their shoulder when I need it, their ear when they I need someone to listen and strength when I’m weak.
This isn’t some drunken mushy post (though the whiskey has been flowing) but it really comes from the heart.
When you get divorced, your life gets turned upside down. You don’t know which direction is up. But, its those people that are there for you that make it easier. When the chips are down, and you feel like everything sucks – you can always get a laugh, a hug or some straight forward advice you can count on your friends to lift you up.

So if you’re going though a divorce, and times are getting unbearable, turn to your friends. You will have ones that shrug you off (they are the ones you should ditch) and then the ones who will joke, cry and care for you.
The secret, is that all the friends that aren’t there take up space on your “friend plate”. The ones that don’t care just take up valuable space on that friend plate. Its like going to a buffet and loading up your plate with the chocolate pudding that tastes great in the beginning but gives you the runs 2 hours after. Better to load up your plate with some solid food and be fulfilled..

Pray I don’t alter it any further…

25 03 2013

It is funny where you find life lessons.  I was watching Robot Chicken the other day (one of the few shows I watch) and the following skit came on.

I laughed and didn’t think much of it.  Over the next few days, it was sitting in the back of my mind just waiting to give me a “holy crap” moment.  Sure enough, it hit me driving back from Gastonia, NC after seeing some friends for coffee.  The angrier that Lando got at the altering of Vader’s deal, the worse and more outrageous the deal got.  I realized that it wasn’t just a funny skit, but a parody of how my divorce went.

Sometimes, you have to let go and accept the cards your dealt.  When I was going through my divorce, I was hurting.  I had anger, rage, depression and a whole lot of negative crap running through my bloodstream.  You know what, it did more harm to me than good.  I lost friends, allowed a divorce attorney to rake me over the coals and generally made my life hell.  Having all that toxicity in your heart really hurts you in the long run.

Eventually, you get tired of fighting and just accept the deal for what it is.  I lost a lot in my divorce.  Friends, a whole house of my property that I will never get back, almost the kitchen sink (she stopped at taking the kitchen stove – yes, she seriously took the stove!), even the kid that I considered my own.  But what I ended up hurting me more was loosing was my common sense, my dignity and the power to say “fine, I accept it for what it is”.  Instead, I was fighting over things like a 19″ computer monitor!  It was doing me more harm to myself than good.  Every time I would pick something else to fight about – I was just getting the deal “altered”.  I would fight about marital debt – she would pay just the minimum payments (this deal is getting worse all the time).  I would fight about getting a list of marital debt (I told my lawyer I wanted this) I almost get into a fist fight with my lawyer because he kept telling me “we will find that out in discovery”.  Apparently, sending a letter requesting a listing of debt didn’t warrant his $300.00 an hour fee – so he could make more money fighting it in court (this deal is getting worse all the time).  If you’re a divorce attorney reading this blog – GO FUCK YOURSELF WITH A BROKEN BEER BOTTLE.

Sorry about that, but seriously if you’re a divorce attorney please jump into the path of an oncoming train.  Where was I – oh yeah.  In the long run, it was easier to give up and just accept the deal for it was.  My scars had healed by then, and I was ready to move on (this deal is very fair and I am happy to be a part of it).  It is understandable feeling hurt, alone and sad going through something like a divorce – but you MUST keep things in perspective.  Otherwise, you could be wearing a dress and bonnet, riding a unicycle while sporting clown shoes and calling yourself Mary…

I’m with me, and we’re OK!

18 02 2013

February 14th.. The day couples enjoy, and singles dread. Where some enjoyed flowers, candy and romantic dinners – while others (myself included) poked holes in the plastic covering our “Lean Cuisine 3 Cheese Casserole” and wondered if our microwaves really had cooking settings other than “high”..

Thats right!! Valentines day!!

But, here is a little secret – this year I spent it in the company of someone who is awesome! Someone who I wake up with every morning and whom I fall asleep with every night.

This person has been with me through rough times and good. Sure, we have had our disagreements (like, when one of us thinks its a good idea to stop drinking, and the other says “one more Fireball shot wont be so bad”) but they are always there with me…

That person is – me (bet ya didn’t see that coming)

I cant tell you how many times I have heard people say things like “I just want someone to love me” or “why cant I find love” – when that person is LITERALLY sitting right there!! Need someone to love you? — LOVE YOURSELF!!! Can’t find love? — LOVE YOURSELF!! I realized something other day, no one else has to love me!!! There isn’t a law stating “everyone shall find love” because that would be insane!!!

Getting through the DMV is rough enough, could you imagine the DTL (Department of True Love)??


Yes, I started dating this girl and she sent me a txt stating that she thought we aren’t progressing in our relationship

DTL Agent:

Have you filled out Form TLFB-1247



DTL Agent:

Yes the Facebook status to “In A Relationship” permit..



DTL Agent:

Ok, fill out this form and you will be allowed to change your Facebook relationship status on a trial basis – that will be 30 dollars cash or check…

*** The 30 dollar reference is directed to North Carolina (start taking debit or credit damnit!!!!)

But I digress..

In all reality, you come into this world with the same person you are going to leave it with – YOU!

I hope everyone finds someone, I really really do!! Who knows, I may never find that person, I may bump into them at the DMV, I could have already met them and we just don’t know we dig each other yet!! Who knows! Its all part of the fun!!! Tomorrow, I may get a flat tire, kicking off a chain of events that put me and the next great love of my life standing in line at a Starbucks while waiting for a tow truck (AAA Roadside Assistance).. Or I may meet that person 50 years from now in a nursing home watching Wheel of Fortune…

Until then, I am just going to love me. Because if you can’t love yourself – how can you expect anyone else to???

Love you all 😉

First Post… Laying it on the table

11 02 2013

If someone had told a 20 year old me that the “girl of my dreams” would rip my heart out, hand it to me, and expect me to eat it with a smile on my face – I would have thought they were crazy.  Yet, after 14 plus years of marriage, that is exactly what happened.  I came home to find her cleaning out her stuff from the house she wanted in the tiny town she wanted to live in.  I guess you could say that right from the start the balance of power in our “marriage” was in her favor.  Lemme rephrase that, I was completely whipped – simply because I thought I couldn’t do BETTER…

That mistake cost me 15 years of my life that I won’t get back.  I’m looking ahead.  I know I can do better – which is exactly why I started this project.  For the last 15 years, I was scared.  I was scared to “upset the apple cart”.  I was scared to stick up for myself.  I was scared to be alone.  I was scared she would leave.  I was scared I wouldn’t have any friends.  Scared, scared, scared!!!!

You have to hit bottom to realize that fear, isn’t that big deal.

So there I was, she had left.  I had drank 1/4 bottle of whiskey and I was thinking “exactly how many of my anti-depressants could I take to end my life”.  I had spoken to people on the phone and someone called the police.  I voluntarily committed myself to the hospital because I really wanted to die and I knew I would do it by morning.  I remember as the police officer drove me to the hospital,and how he was telling me how he was going through his second divorce.  Divorce?!?  No one said anything about divorce?!?  Erika and I are just having a “misunderstanding” and I am just going to sit down when we are calm and smooth things out.  Divorce isn’t going to happen…..

They checked me and automatically, I realized that my life was about to change.  Being put in a room where things are bolted down for “safety” really changes your perspective on life.  The on-call counselor was a “straight shooter” in my recollection.  She basically told me that she thought I was a danger to myself and that it would be better if I got some rest and be evaluated over the weekend.

I wrote 3 letters to Erika that night, pleading with her to come back.  I still have one of them, and I shake my head whenever I read it because it was written completely out of fear.

That night was the best thing that ever happened to me.

Now dear reader, you may think “how could being institutionalized be the best thing that ever happened to him”  Well, I’ll tell you.  While I was there, a few things changed.

  • Perspective:  My life was not as bad as it could be.  I met people with traumatic brain injuries, schizophrenics, severe violent out bursts..
  • Fear:  I was alone.  I was in a mental institution.  I hit bottom.
  • Christian Rock Karaoke:   Yes, as if it is the punchline to a really bad joke – Mental Patients singing Christian Rock Karaoke made me want to live my life to the fullest!

I met with the social worker and the psychiatrist on-call.  Oddly enough, the preceding day I spent making arrangements with  various psychiatrists to work on my abandonment and rage issues.  I was diagnosed as having Borderline Personality Disorder and after learning about it, I believe it is a pretty accurate diagnosis.

I called Erika several times but she  didn’t answer the phone.  It turns out she was busy cleaning out bank accounts, clearing out the rest of her stuff from the house and changing her mailing address.  Divorce was imminent, even if at that time, I didn’t want to accept it.