This blog needs some good news. But first and foremost, my respect to kerrcarto and his family. Kerrcarto, this, too shall pass my brother.
This is the third and final installment of the Mid-Life Crisis series...Thank God!
After I graduated from the University of North Texas, I moved to Waxahachie. I was hired as a production manager for a small manufacturing company down in Ennis. Within a couple of months I had befriended my top customer's representative in Seattle and so the long-distance relationship began. One thing led to another, and I moved to Seattle within less than a year of employment at my first real job (she got pregnant...oops). We married in 1999; Samuel was born soon after, and we bought the house I just sold last week. I've lived here almost 10 years: I was married here; had two kids (Samuel and Cora); all while managing a successful career in the aerospace industry and achieving my graduate degree. And then, divorced here, subsequently overhauling my career from manufacturing to real estate with two little ones under my wings. Stress. I've also gained 40 fucking pounds, and have toured the fires of hell and depression. But I've also had some kick-ass times intertwined in between...too many fun stories to tell...but a lot of pain that's hard to understand at the same time...
It is time to move on and get back into shape; this time, on my terms.
Some of life's odysseys have happy endings and, honestly, I didn't think this one would work. But, I think it did after all. My two beloved children are now home after a long summer with their mom, and just in time because I wrapped up the negotiations on my house the evening prior to their arrival. While I did not earn what I wanted for my house with regards to net proceeds, I earned just enough to close this chapter of my life. Its bittersweet. Hell, I'm fortunate and slightly smart because a lot of people are upside down in their homes.
I was granted early occupancy and so we start moving this afternoon. I sign on Tuesday; my house closes on Wednesday, and my new house closes on Thursday. Meanwhile, the kids and I will be down in the San Jose, CA area for my cousin's wedding and returning September 2nd. Then, Cora starts kindergarten, and Samuel advances to 4th grade. Big daddy starts life's next chapter in a new house on a golf course to boot! Talk about having your cake and eating it, too.
To my ex-wife...who's laughing now, bitch?! I'm not the fat loser you've called me all these years. I'm a respectable father, a professional, a good neighbor, and a gottagetdrunkfirst contributor. Hell yeah! Go slither back under a rock.
Cheers everybody! This is my moment.
Next stop: 190 lbs. and back in college swimming form! Behold, the Fat-o-Meter blog series begins. Be back in about 10 days. Later.
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6 comments:
Cheers and Hurrah! You're doing it on a grand scale, Paul. I'm rooting for you, and clapping hands, along the way. Wishing you and the children a great end of August, and the best September you ever had. New Beginnings are always busy but also very exciting. Goodluck with the weight loss. One day at a time. That's how I did it.
Hell yeah, Paul! Sounds like you have your shit together dude. I’m still trying to get my shit together. One of these days maybe…
WTF?? You can’t make it a couple more hundred miles south and let me buy you a fuckin’ beer for cryin’ out loud? Whatever dude… I see how it is! Mr. Cruisin’ around the States!
Just kiddin’ man.
Glad to hear you are dialed into the new place and writing off the last place. I can’t wait to GTF out of here! As far as the ex goes, let her pound sand and marinate in her own misery. You’re too good of a dude to let her live rent-free in your head. Sounds like you know WTF you’re doin’ man.
Cheers!
Here is too a new and better chapter in yours and your children's lives.
*Lifts whiskey glass*
Glad to hear you are settled in and looking forward instead of behind. :) Good luck with your exercise program ... You've got to admit, this is a great place to be outdoors, even with the rain!
OUCH! lol Come on, Paul. Tell us what you really think of your EX.
Not all stories end well. I'm not worried about you one bit, Paul. Rock on, man.
Gotta break some eggs to make an omelet. My marriage is through after 20 years and I like it. Going to try and write a book about my life. Then find someone to publish it and cut me a check. To all the little vetfromhellettes: I am availiable.
the vetfromhell
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