plenty of shit has me depressed

I’m trying to avoid being buried by the bullshit

I know I’ve not written at my usual pace. It’s not that I don’t have posts swirling around in my head. There are far too many words to write.

I am working on the next post about Ian. It’s a doozy. But I needed to step away from that to just dump the other shit I’m dealing with out on a page.

First shit? Will, my ex-husband.

He wanted to move to the other side of the world again. Some of you may remember he moved away a year after he and I split up and was gone for ten months, leaving me as a single parent to an angry little boy. It was during that time I met Tony. Continue reading

The fading away and return of Faraway Lover

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28 December 1998 | Part 3

Excerpts from my last journal entry ever…shortly after meeting my ex-husband.

For Part One, read this post.

For Part Two, read this post.


I think one of the best things is that we’re so evenly matched. He is also essentially a lonely person, and although he has many acquaintances, has few good friends. And, we both feel that we are misunderstood by most people we know.

Will is also very familiar with the pressure put on “gifted” children, as his high school was very hard on its students. There is a high expectation that not only will the students be excellent academically, but that they will also be the leaders of the generation. No pressure!

His parents also expect the same, that their son will be the president of a bank or major corporation. Although Will would like to be a writer, he will be that president his parents (and he) want. Will, I have no doubt, will be a very wealthy man in a short time. I told him I didn’t care how much money he makes, and he knows it’s the truth. Continue reading