I found broken glass and blood all over the carpet and floor. My work bag emptied with work papers dumped everywhere. My computer and other electronics all unplugged with a mess of wires tangled up, and even my son's bookshelf knocked over. It was a damn wreck. I still don't know what even happened.
This is going to be different from my other posts. This is how my day went.
I read some other members' posts about how they wish more content was on Publish0x that was not related to crypto currencies.
This might seem too personal to share but I'm pretty much anonymous anyway, and I really don't have any other outlet for this BS that is going on in my life. I don't want to share it on other sites where my real-life contacts will think I am airing my dirty laundry by venting about drama, so I think I will just do it here. Things are crazy right now. This site is my go-to, each day after work, writing a little, reading a lot. I need to feel productive, I want to write today but I can't concentrate on the coin markets right now. I went long on an altcoin on a gamble yesterday and it didn't go my way. My head isn't in the game. I gotta stop using this crypto obsession. The other things need attention.
This female in my life just keeps fucking my shit right up with her scandalous ways. We got a baby daughter together, but the baby momma is about to create a whole lot of chaos in my life, and I don't feel like I can stop it.
I just found out she has been shopping around for painkillers and benzos and talking to other dudes behind my back. Guess it's MGTOW time.
We have been living together almost 4 years (my house, my mortgage) and this is her 3rd strike. Addictions are tough, but I can't be with somebody who is going to get fucked up and cheat. I gave her a ring, she pawned it for a fix. I helped her get a car and she wrecked it into a telephone pole. I put a lot of time and money into her recovery last year, got her into a clinic, and she did good for a while. But today that all ended.
This shit sucks. Forgive all the profanity but I'm pretty stressed out and I don't care right now.
She called me today and said I needed to come home right now and take her to the hospital to get her foot stitched up. I had the kids at the playground when she called. Dropped everything, drove home, came home to find the house in shambles. Broken glass and blood all over the carpet and floor. My work bag emptied with work papers dumped everywhere. My computer and other electronics all unplugged with a mess of wires tangled up, and my son's bookshelf knocked over. It was a damn wreck. I still don't know what even happened.
I found her sleeping in the bedroom (FINALLY--she'd had slurred-speech, mumbling and stumbling around like a drunken zombie earlier in the day). Her foot had a little cut in it but nothing serious. I was like, forget the damn ER, this bitch needs to stay asleep. At this point I am just at wit's end but grateful that she seems okay and it wasn't worse.
It took me 2 hours to clean up the house, with the kids helping. We ate dinner, while Trainwreck slept a few hours. When she got up, I tried to talk to her about what had happened and all I got was instant childish tantrums from her because I was "making accusations". I go outside to vape and clear my head. She packed up an overnight back and drove off to some guy's house.
It was then that I go inside, found that she had also ripped a few checks out of my checkbook, which is sitting on the desk (not where I left it). So I log into my PC to put a stop on the checks and I find she has been friending shady fools from her work and chatting when I'm not around. Her FB is already open, and I see messages from some other girl threatening her for flirting with her man.
This feels like some real life Jerry Springer shit.
I told my older sons tonight, don't worry, she is either going to get help and get better, or GET GONE. I don't want to put them through this. They deserve a calm, stable home atmosphere without some trainwreck skank around. And their dad deserves some fucking PEACE. Not to mention it's hard to celebrate some meager gains in my crypto portfolio when you have an addict in your life spending ten times that amount on BS.
I gotta stay strong, but FUCK ME, being a steadfast rock is not easy when it gets late and there ain't nobody around to talk to. So I write this shit anonymously and post it, in amazement at how screwed up things got for me in a single day. Time to prioritize survival.
We still gotta co-parent, I don't want things to get ugly. The relationship is over, but now I gotta figure out a good way to remove her from my house permanently. Easier said than done, when you have a kid together.
If you have advice, share. And if you want my advice, learn from this noob's mistakes. Find a woman whose beauty is on the inside, not the out. The outside will fade, and then you might be left with a mess like mine.
I though writing this out would feel cathartic and be therapeutic but I'm still feeling pretty pissed off. And isolated. And just SMFH. Life, huh. That's all I got for now.