It's been a while

Well not sure why I've been away. I thought it was because I had nothing to say. I realize now that it's mainly because I had too much to say and wasn't sure what to write about first. So much has happened since my last visit here.I moved to a new home. Well not a brand new home but new to me.It's a small town like I wanted . A small house like I wanted. New faces and new places like I wanted. So why do I still feel this void? I am alone 95 percent of the time. My son visits every second weekend. However his mom claims she was sick last weekend and did not bring him to see me. It will be a month before I see him again. My cat is lost again and for a few weeks I was dog sitting my parents puppy while they were on vacation but he is now back at their house. So now my son is not here , the dam cat is missing again and the puppy is gone. I live in a small two bedroom house and yet it feels so empty. There are times when I treasure my time alone. But there are times when I long for someone I can talk to ,someone I can laugh with and at nights I long for someone to hold. Yet it is so hard for me to let anyone into my little world. I trust very few people and I rely and depend on no one.Alone is what I am and alone is where I will be. At least the fish in the aquarium won't leave, although a few of them have perished . At least I know they can't run away!

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  1. AnonymousOctober 16, 2010 at 4:15 PM

    What is a broken man anyways? It is a person who has constantly accumulated irreputable damage throughout their entire life. Damage which cannot be easily repaired if at all. Here's the thing though, and it really can't be ignored, it's all up to us.

    No one is going to save us from a series of unfortunate events except us. A man once asked me, "how do I know when I've reached bottom" while in his drink. I told him the truth, "when you stop digging you'll know you've reached bottom." And so it is.

    But what about God you might be thinking. Oh He's there and the good book points the way. But even God won't save you from difficult circumstances friend, He'll just walk through them with you.

    So when you're ready... reset your expectations, accept what you can't change, look up, and start changing what you can. If you've stopped digging, you've got no where else to go but up.

    http://sunnysidedownca.blogspot.com/2010/10/broken-man.html

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