With the exception of a single supervised hour, it's been 270 days since my boys have seen their Daddy.
270 days since this father has seen or heard the voices of the little ones he loves so much....
Punkin :-(
Pottimus :-(
Daddy :-(
I am moving in two weeks. I finally found a house, praise God. A fixer-upper right smack dab on the water!!!! :-) It's been long enough and the apartment served its purpose of allowing me to gather myself after Jill left while she continued doing those things. It allowed me to focus on being closer to God, getting my mind, body, & spirit back on the right track. Now it's back to where I belong - the deep woods country for me. The house is right on the water and the lake isn't very populated,either! I lucked-out big time. I've been very, very blessed, rather! I want to scout for a church near there, now.... Not sure because I really like the one I'm at. In any event, I'm really looking forward to ice skating, hockey, & ice fishing this winter and this coming spring, summer, and into next fall - I plan to be stepping out my back door, hopping on the boat and fishing!!! :-)
Just wish I had a family to enjoy it all with... :-(
But it is what it is & God has mercifully and graciously seen me from some hellacious circumstances - all the way to this point. He'll continue through the ups & downs He uses to guide us while continuing to put me in places I'm needed, desired, and useful and placing His people in my life...
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
One Hour
I had the most wonderful hour with my two boys last Tuesday (July 27). It was as if nothing had ever happened... Hugs, smoochies, squeezes!!!
We jammed so much into that one hour, it was exhausting. I must've lost 5 lbs with all the running. We played baseball, football, ran, played on the swings, the slides, we played in the water and we rested. Then we wrestled! Fun, fun, fun!!!
The boys were emotional in the last 3-5 minutes after getting in the car to leave. They both said they didn't want to leave me.... Sweet boys... It tears me up.
The next day, I received a call from the case worker stating that if everything was a go for normal parenting, it could take another 6 weeks/two months or so before CPS's recommendation makes its way through all the attorneys, the counselors, & finally back to the judge. Pathetic & sad.... It hurts everybody involved - especially my sons..
We jammed so much into that one hour, it was exhausting. I must've lost 5 lbs with all the running. We played baseball, football, ran, played on the swings, the slides, we played in the water and we rested. Then we wrestled! Fun, fun, fun!!!
The boys were emotional in the last 3-5 minutes after getting in the car to leave. They both said they didn't want to leave me.... Sweet boys... It tears me up.
The next day, I received a call from the case worker stating that if everything was a go for normal parenting, it could take another 6 weeks/two months or so before CPS's recommendation makes its way through all the attorneys, the counselors, & finally back to the judge. Pathetic & sad.... It hurts everybody involved - especially my sons..
Monday, July 19, 2010
Read Into Record....
The divorce is final, now.
Only choking up once, I read the following statement into the divorce record. My ex stood mute throughout.
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This is a time I’ve dreaded. I never wanted this divorce. I knew [she] and I had problems, but thought they were connected to our financial struggles. I loved my wife and love my boys and would do anything for them.
I’ve been through dozens of books on marriage, relationships, and infidelity, and many, many hours of counseling on why things turned out the way they did – why I was the way I was and why she did the things she did. I wanted to go through all of it – and every letter I sent to her - again to prepare for this day, this very moment. But why? It’s sad and terribly depressing. Re-living those things won’t change what happened and will only serve to hurt me again.
My father passed away on July 4, 2006. He and I were very close & I was devastated - especially when she seemed to not care or not care enough. When a son loses his father, vulnerabilities can set in. In 3 short years after my father died, I’ve been through hell and back. I’ve been betrayed by my wife, as well as an older sister. I’ve suffered wrongful and false allegations to justify her behavior and to make it appear to everyone that I deserved everything she's done and lied about. It brought her sympathy and attention, exactly what, I believe, she became attached to during her affair.
I’ve lost my wife, my sons, a dream farm, my right to possess and carry a firearm – many of the things I love most in this life - including missing out on my son, Christian’s very first day of school, his very first year of baseball and the privilege and joys of teaching chess in my boys’ school. It’s as if I had been cast into the wilderness.
When her marital unfaithfulness first became evident to me, I set about to get off all prescribed medication. I felt it may have negatively changed me. My own doctor, who prescribed the medications, did not see what it was doing to me. I faced down a terrible addiction I’ve had beginning in April 2008 to prescribed narcotics in the form of oxymorphone. For 11 days I went through the most horribly painful withdrawals in an effort to save my marriage and to better myself. Except for an occasional Tylenol or Motrin, I haven’t taken a pain med of any kind since May 21, 2009, my son’s 8th birthday.
At the age of 40, I’m starting over with nothing. I’ve always been a motivated, solid person, but I have weaknesses. I try to be an up-standing man of God, of good moral, sound character and judgment, an honest husband and father. I inadvertently scorned my wife, publicly, after finding sexual pictures of her and another man. I have been paying for that ever since. She has re-written our marriage and relationship history in her mind and will likely try to make me pay for her offenses until she comes to grips with her own personal, psychological, and moral issues.
A person’s ability to handle life’s challenges can be a measure of strength of character and often faith. I’ve learned from the wisdom of others God has put in my life at one time or another, through trial by fire, personal tragedy, being lost and alone while going through hard times – the same hard times in which others have turned to drugs, alcohol, and even suicide - yet I’ve turned away from those things.
My marriage has given me an abundance of laughter AND tears. The good times – I put in my pocket to savor. The hard times went into my heart and into my soul and built upon my character.
For the last few months and despite the setbacks, I feel it’s only a matter of time before the truth comes out and is evident to everyone.
I feel good, healthy, solid, and better than I ever did while being on any medication.
I cannot deny that she is partially responsible for some of the success that I may claim and she’d be wrong to deny that I am not partially responsible for her successes. But I cannot find it in me to love her anymore – not as a wife, anyway. She had, and neglected to take advantage of, a sizeable window of opportunity to repair and work through our problems but that is gone, now, and I feel sorry for her. It’s sad. There has been too much dishonesty throughout her betrayal and infidelity. She will probably continue to project her guilt and shame towards me and try to create stories and excuses for her behavior to our sons and her family for the rest of her life. I have to prepare for that and yet I am still confident that in time, they will see and know the truth. Everyone will.
Having been completely broken and gone through all that I have, I feel bulletproof, as if I can do anything and withstand anything – physically, mentally, emotionally and without being numb. Except for the loss of my sons, nothing will ever hurt me worse than I’ve already been hurt. As a result, I feel a sense of obligation to help others, compelled to share the fact that no matter how difficult a life may become, or how hard the shots come at someone, no matter what lies someone says about them, there is always reason to keep on going and fighting – no matter what. I survived great loss, the worst of addictions, the worst of marriage circumstances and infidelity, watching and trying my best to help my hurting and confused children as they experience the same pain and then watching as my children were removed from my life.
The worst has come in the last few weeks as I find pictures of my sons posted on the internet, with the new man in her life - while I am forbidden to have any contact with them. I don’t know how any father can endure that pain.
I hope and pray that I will be able to speak to, hug and interact with my children very, very soon.
And yet, in spite of this, I am still thriving – the right way. I am told that I’ve inspired and empowered some around me to understand that no experience in their lives is too difficult to overcome. No defeat is permanent and no failure is too overwhelming.
I’ve learned to look beyond temporary setbacks and understand that God has a plan in all of this. I pray to be reunited with my sons, and to find forgiveness towards [her].
Only choking up once, I read the following statement into the divorce record. My ex stood mute throughout.
-----------
This is a time I’ve dreaded. I never wanted this divorce. I knew [she] and I had problems, but thought they were connected to our financial struggles. I loved my wife and love my boys and would do anything for them.
I’ve been through dozens of books on marriage, relationships, and infidelity, and many, many hours of counseling on why things turned out the way they did – why I was the way I was and why she did the things she did. I wanted to go through all of it – and every letter I sent to her - again to prepare for this day, this very moment. But why? It’s sad and terribly depressing. Re-living those things won’t change what happened and will only serve to hurt me again.
My father passed away on July 4, 2006. He and I were very close & I was devastated - especially when she seemed to not care or not care enough. When a son loses his father, vulnerabilities can set in. In 3 short years after my father died, I’ve been through hell and back. I’ve been betrayed by my wife, as well as an older sister. I’ve suffered wrongful and false allegations to justify her behavior and to make it appear to everyone that I deserved everything she's done and lied about. It brought her sympathy and attention, exactly what, I believe, she became attached to during her affair.
I’ve lost my wife, my sons, a dream farm, my right to possess and carry a firearm – many of the things I love most in this life - including missing out on my son, Christian’s very first day of school, his very first year of baseball and the privilege and joys of teaching chess in my boys’ school. It’s as if I had been cast into the wilderness.
When her marital unfaithfulness first became evident to me, I set about to get off all prescribed medication. I felt it may have negatively changed me. My own doctor, who prescribed the medications, did not see what it was doing to me. I faced down a terrible addiction I’ve had beginning in April 2008 to prescribed narcotics in the form of oxymorphone. For 11 days I went through the most horribly painful withdrawals in an effort to save my marriage and to better myself. Except for an occasional Tylenol or Motrin, I haven’t taken a pain med of any kind since May 21, 2009, my son’s 8th birthday.
At the age of 40, I’m starting over with nothing. I’ve always been a motivated, solid person, but I have weaknesses. I try to be an up-standing man of God, of good moral, sound character and judgment, an honest husband and father. I inadvertently scorned my wife, publicly, after finding sexual pictures of her and another man. I have been paying for that ever since. She has re-written our marriage and relationship history in her mind and will likely try to make me pay for her offenses until she comes to grips with her own personal, psychological, and moral issues.
A person’s ability to handle life’s challenges can be a measure of strength of character and often faith. I’ve learned from the wisdom of others God has put in my life at one time or another, through trial by fire, personal tragedy, being lost and alone while going through hard times – the same hard times in which others have turned to drugs, alcohol, and even suicide - yet I’ve turned away from those things.
My marriage has given me an abundance of laughter AND tears. The good times – I put in my pocket to savor. The hard times went into my heart and into my soul and built upon my character.
For the last few months and despite the setbacks, I feel it’s only a matter of time before the truth comes out and is evident to everyone.
I feel good, healthy, solid, and better than I ever did while being on any medication.
I cannot deny that she is partially responsible for some of the success that I may claim and she’d be wrong to deny that I am not partially responsible for her successes. But I cannot find it in me to love her anymore – not as a wife, anyway. She had, and neglected to take advantage of, a sizeable window of opportunity to repair and work through our problems but that is gone, now, and I feel sorry for her. It’s sad. There has been too much dishonesty throughout her betrayal and infidelity. She will probably continue to project her guilt and shame towards me and try to create stories and excuses for her behavior to our sons and her family for the rest of her life. I have to prepare for that and yet I am still confident that in time, they will see and know the truth. Everyone will.
Having been completely broken and gone through all that I have, I feel bulletproof, as if I can do anything and withstand anything – physically, mentally, emotionally and without being numb. Except for the loss of my sons, nothing will ever hurt me worse than I’ve already been hurt. As a result, I feel a sense of obligation to help others, compelled to share the fact that no matter how difficult a life may become, or how hard the shots come at someone, no matter what lies someone says about them, there is always reason to keep on going and fighting – no matter what. I survived great loss, the worst of addictions, the worst of marriage circumstances and infidelity, watching and trying my best to help my hurting and confused children as they experience the same pain and then watching as my children were removed from my life.
The worst has come in the last few weeks as I find pictures of my sons posted on the internet, with the new man in her life - while I am forbidden to have any contact with them. I don’t know how any father can endure that pain.
I hope and pray that I will be able to speak to, hug and interact with my children very, very soon.
And yet, in spite of this, I am still thriving – the right way. I am told that I’ve inspired and empowered some around me to understand that no experience in their lives is too difficult to overcome. No defeat is permanent and no failure is too overwhelming.
I’ve learned to look beyond temporary setbacks and understand that God has a plan in all of this. I pray to be reunited with my sons, and to find forgiveness towards [her].
165 days....
...and counting.
I am not allowed to contact them. It's been 165 long, difficult days since I've seen them or even heard my two young boys' voices. I'll bet they don't even sound the same. I'm sure they don't even look the same.
Finally, after 5 months of her prodding, there is a 4th deg. child abuse allegation (the most minimal child abuse charge possible) - all this so she can make others think and perceive that her multiple offenses of infidelity and her divorce is all about .....ME.
So sad....
Apparently the boys & I are waiting on our 5th or 6th different psychologist to say everything's okay, since everything's been fine on mine since April 21. I've endured four-hour psych evals, several days of testing, answering over 800 questions, counseling, etc, and they all determined 1 (one) finding - that I am completely normal and without issues. I have absolutely no psychological or emotional issues. However, it showed that I was highly stressed during testing.
So.....
I'm wondering at what point is it determined the problem doesn't lie with me? Probably not until after 1. She finally stops seeking sympathy and attention, or 2. She finally comes to grips with herself & then shuts up about me, or 3. God gets her attention with some negative consequence, just like he gets mine and everyone else's and has done so through out history.
Here's to hoping she wises-up & stops all her nonsense regarding me.
I am not allowed to contact them. It's been 165 long, difficult days since I've seen them or even heard my two young boys' voices. I'll bet they don't even sound the same. I'm sure they don't even look the same.
Finally, after 5 months of her prodding, there is a 4th deg. child abuse allegation (the most minimal child abuse charge possible) - all this so she can make others think and perceive that her multiple offenses of infidelity and her divorce is all about .....ME.
So sad....
Apparently the boys & I are waiting on our 5th or 6th different psychologist to say everything's okay, since everything's been fine on mine since April 21. I've endured four-hour psych evals, several days of testing, answering over 800 questions, counseling, etc, and they all determined 1 (one) finding - that I am completely normal and without issues. I have absolutely no psychological or emotional issues. However, it showed that I was highly stressed during testing.
So.....
I'm wondering at what point is it determined the problem doesn't lie with me? Probably not until after 1. She finally stops seeking sympathy and attention, or 2. She finally comes to grips with herself & then shuts up about me, or 3. God gets her attention with some negative consequence, just like he gets mine and everyone else's and has done so through out history.
Here's to hoping she wises-up & stops all her nonsense regarding me.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Missing My Boys....
Gosh I sure miss them....
It's been 103 long days without any contact whatsoever. They need their Daddy...
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It's been 103 long days without any contact whatsoever. They need their Daddy...
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