Well, at least I'm not on the suicide forum this morning so I guess I'm feeling better.
Been up since about 4 AM...I'm sorting out my stuff from Evelyn's and packing my things in the Van. Today I got to go back to work so I'm taking everything with me. We normally stay in a motel during the week wherever we are working so I guess when the weekend comes I'll just stay there.
All I wanted was to be special to someone, to have someone who cares for me and thinks I'm special.
I thought Eve and I were getting back on our feet. We both have good jobs now, although mine takes me out of town during the week and sometimes over the weekend. We been getting along good, everything was going well I thought.
Precious (our Pekingese dog) keeps coming around wanting to get on my lap and be held. She knows something is wrong and I wish I could explain to her. Even the Kitty knows something isn't right. I love them both so much, they have been with me for years, been in the truck with us, been through 30 some states and we were all together like a family. Now I guess I'll never see them again.
Guess Eve will have a surprise when she gets home.
..you guys are the closest to friends I have...
I'm not such a bad person...I don't know why I cant find happiness. I guess most on here are in the same boat, in fact most here have it so much harder than I do.
A couple years ago I owned a nice home, a Corvette and Harley, had nice things. Eve and I had just got married, I thought in a few years we'd sell and move to the Philippines. Then Bush's economy came along. Now, all I have is a rusted out 89 Ford conversion van and a few bags of clothing...the van isn't 1/3 full and it's everything I have in the whole world. The only thing that I feel good about is Eve loves The Kitty and Precious as much as I do, so I know they will be cared for.
Sorry for the babble...I don't start threads here all that often but I just had to tell someone.