I can't keep my silence forever. 1 month ago,in September,I left my wife. She yelled at me for spending my money on an album off Itunes, said I wasn't allowed to spend anything until the bills were paid off. I was sick and tired of suffering all of the pain, stress, and suffering with her and that household. I left a note and my debit card and sneaked out of the house, walking away from it all and went to CVS.
During that time, my dad was visiting, and I was forced into taking 2 college classes I didn't want. It was either that, or getting divorced and shipped back to San Francisco; it was always that ultimatum.
Anyway, an hour or so later, dad called me, and came to me. Then my wife called with a blocked number, angry and giving me the same ultimatum. I said nothing, talked to my dad, and we went to Dennys before checking into a hotel in Sylmar. When we arrived at Dennys, I cried. I cried because I was torn apart, and am still torn apart; after everything they've done for me, but they were insane. I still cared about her, but I had enough of all the yelling, shouting, screaming, arguing, crying, whining, the smell of cancer indoors while her mom smoked inside, her chatterbox brother who doesn't know when to shut up, all of that madness.
A few days later, me and Dad were going to pickup some of my stuff, but when I went to the garage to get my guitar and amp, she followed me, yelled at me by calling me a coward, and wanted to talk to me in her parent's bedroom. When that happened, they locked my dad out. He kept banging on the door, and I went back outside to get away from them. Also,before we went back to the house, dad called the sheriff and asked for an escort, just in case it got ugly; my brother in law had weapons.
Then I went to my workplace and asked for a leave of absence while I find another store to transfer too. On my last day at work, they were waiting for me, wanting me to come back. They thought my dad kidnapped me, when I left willingly of my own free will. Dad only helped me. We left town and headed to San Francisco.
That's where I've been since, trying to fix my life. The divorce hasn't been finalized at this moment, I didn't get the rest of my stuff back, I blocked her from my social networks, and am reuniting with old friends and family members. Besides that, am still trying to transfer to another store in SF, and am planning on going back to college to classes I want to take. Something creative.
God, I sound like a hypocritical brat on a broken record. Why do I even bother posting something nobody will ever read? It feels like a waste of time to some, but I'm pouring out some (if not all) of the negative energy I've bottled up since that incident. Seems like every 6 years, a life changing event happens. In 2002, I was forced to move to San Francisco and endure high school and college. Back in 2008, me and my family were getting evicted, and she and her family took me in.
If I've left too many holes in this entry and want answers, send me a message.
Thank you all for your time. Goodbye and Goodnight.