Well, I'm new to blogger, and I haven't blogged at all in a LONG time. So forgive me while I get back into the grooooove of things.
Today was one of the first good days I've had in a while. We went to see some of the hubby's family for his brother's graduation... And it was an absolute blast. Any time spent with the Brickles family usually is, but this was a very appreciated, and MUCH needed laugh fest. There's been so much drama and crap going on lately, so much stress, that the release of letting all that go for a few hours took such a huge load off my shoulders, and even though I'm back in the real world now, that relief has carried over.
Since I'm just starting this, I'm gonna go through and recap the most recent issues... I won't take too much time on them or I'll start dwelling, but overview;
Starting Over
Mike and I are pretty much starting over from scratch... Basically, he was promised a job and quit the one he had, but the promise fell through and we spent WAY too much time together, never good for us, and fought endlessly until we finally split. I moved about an hour away, and started building a new life for myself and Angelo. We reconciled (of course) and have just moved in with his best friend Cody, and Cody's fiance Christy. I adore them both, but I don't handle roommates well, especially one with no job and therefore home all the time and NO seperation. Plus we've got some debt, and have very little of our furniture.
Mahala
Mike's four-year-old daughter, who he's spent four hours with in the last three months... And no, he's not a dead beat. He tries to spend time with her, in fact has court-ordered visitation, but he and her mother, Heather, don't see eye to eye. About anything. Ever. Now when Mike ended up jobless, he got behind on his child support, so I can fully understand Heather being pretty peeved off about that one. Plus there's been an absolute lack of communication between the two of them, and lots of games played and buttons pushed from both ends (trust me, I love Mike but he's NO saint and he just seems to love to get Heather riled up). Now you throw in the fact that Heather absolutely despises me (for the first year Mike and I were together, there was no reason for it... I'd never spoken to her, never been around her, and have always treated her daughter like solid gold) because she's been told that I'm a druggie and abusive. I can understand not wanting that kind of person around your child, but I'm NOT that person. Anyone who knows me, knows I'm beyond proud of my sobriety (two years next month!!) and YES, Mike and I rough house a lot. We've hurt each other before. I've busted his lip open and he's dislocated my hips and shoulders. We've left bruises. We've left bite marks and scratches and carpet burns and everything in between. But it's NEVER in anger, it's just us being idiots and goofing around. I'm the youngest of six, and the only girl. I'm rough-and-tumble! But I have never, WILL never, would never, harm a child.
So basically, we both miss her like crazy and the whole situation is extremely stressful.
Money
Who doesn't stress about money sometimes? Especially when you have a child who is entirely dependent on you. This situation is rapidly resolving, though, because Mike just got an AWESOME new job, and I'm working for Google now. So things are good.
So, those are the big ones. There's more little things, but I try not to sweat the small stuff.
Tomorrow, Mike and I have the apartment to ourselves for the last day... We're gonna get the place cleaned up (not that there's any point), probably sleep a lot, enjoy being married (-wink wink-) and go buy some food, most likely.
Then the sad;lkjasdf starts again, but we're gonna try to keep our chins up til everything settles down.
OH! Mike has a court date June 27th to reevaluate his parenting time with Mahala... We'll have support paid off by then, so hopefully the outcome will be positive!
