Two weeks from today I will have collected most/all of my belongings from (what used to be) my home. I haven’t even driven by my the house in almost a year. I hope my dogs remember me. I have some friends coming over to help me gather everything. My ex-wife insists on being there. It’s funny; initially she didn’t want to be there when I came by, and now she “insists.” Whatever. I’m also bringing a female friend to run interference between me and my ex; she just doesn’t get that I don’t want to be friends, I don’t want to talk to her and if I could get away with it, I would prefer to never see her again. She sent me a “Happy Father’s Day” email telling me what an awesome dad I was to our now adult children. Really? REALLY?
June 3rd was the official and legal end of my marriage. I’ve lived in this trailer for over 11 months now, trying to decide how I would reinvent myself. I’m still very angry, depressed and feeling devastated and abandoned. I don’t know how long these feelings will last or where this new life will lead me. I would love to get out of California and just start over in a new state.
I guess right now I just need to focus on each day and what needs to be done. I will be really nice to have my tools, dirt bikes, etc. here at the park with me. My 16ft enclosed trailer will be “Dad’s Mobile Garage.” I’m hoping I can set it up to be a usable workshop with woodworking tools, an automotive repair area and still be able to move around and move it around without everything falling all over the place. What good is a mobile garage if you can’t go mobile?
If anyone happens to read this, and you’re going through something similar, and feeling like you just can’t handle anymore, remember that you have already gone through more than you thought you could handle, and survived. I know I have.