I know that many of you do not know anything about me.
When I read my blog, my current blog, it is not a representation of my journey.
I remember who I "was". The me before.
Honest, dedicated, a true man.
My father, who everyone assumed had cheated on his wife....did not.
My grandfather in law, who did cheat and admitted it...was forgiven for it.
Who do I respect. Who do I choose to be my hero...my guide.
They both represent a part of who I am.
One is dead, the other had a stroke tonight and lies dieing.
My life is a shithole of complex drama that I am sick of. I want to quit it all...
My most true love I have betrayed...
I am not the man I thought I was.
If I could go back 10 years and face myself, I would punch me in the fucking face, I would in a heartbeat.
I can't live with myself anymore.