10/12/2022 (Wed) 02:34
The pool is still there and whenever I ride by, I glance at it and think about how my life could have ended right there and I would have never known anything else. Life was good in 1992. All the good things that have happened for me and all bad things that have happened to me would have never happened. I would have never known any of this. So I've learned to be appreciative of things but I do believe that things happen for a reason, even the bad things. I often wonder if I had died, would my brothers have had a better life? Maybe my parents wouldn't have gotten divorced and taken better care of them. My dad was a good dad. I don't think my mom gave him a fair shake. He did everything for her. She wanted a horse and he went and bought her a horse even though we had nowhere to keep it. All he did was work to get things for her and when she left him, he just gave up on life and turned to drugs. It's probably why I don't open up to women even though I have been asked on plenty of dates. I know how the game is played and I just don't want to play it. I don't want to be with someone who is just going to think she has me wrapped around her little finger because I do things for her and get tired of me for another guy who doesn't even love her. I actually live where we lived before my parents got divorced. It's more like a mausoleum than a home. Had my fair share of grave robbers. My family has wanted to sell it so many times but I won't let them. It was supposed to be given to me, at least, that's what my grandmother has always told me. It's all up in the air now because my uncle refuses to deal with his mommy issues.