My Saga Part II

Ok, so where did I leave off? Oh yes, we had just started our relationship. I remember that he asked me to be his girlfriend over the web. Silly guy IM'd me. I thought that was funny as shit. For the first few months we did ok. I lived in my duplex and he lived with his mom. Ok, I know what y0ur thinking, but he's not like that. Up until about a week before I met him he lived in another town all by himself. He moved back in with her to help her fix up her house. He a handyman of sorts. He likes to build and repair stuff and let me tell you, her house needs it. Then around June of that year the lease at the place I was living was up. I could not afford to pay the rent myself, so I either had to find another place or go stay with my guy.

I decided to stay with him. He was having trouble finding a job that he liked. Before he moved here he was working with kids but there were no state run places for kids in our area. So for a while he worked at the same place I did, but they would not hire him full time and the pay sucked. So, he decided that he was going to go over the road as a truck driver. I was totally aginst this. I had lived that life once before and did not like it. In fact, I was really really agains it, but he went aginst my wishes and left. So, I decided that there was no way I was going to live with his mom without him. The two of us did not get along and I just was not going to continue to live there. So, I found my own place. This did not set to well with him, but I really didn't give a damn. He left me so I was going to do whatever I needed to do to make myself happy. We still considered ourselves a couple, but it would not stay that way for long.

About a month after he left I found out I was going to have a baby. I could not believe it. Not only did I have to live without my boyfriend now I was going to have to have a child by myself. Needless to say, I did everything I could do to make sure he was as miserable as I was. We both kind of grew apart and things were not going well. I was pissed that he was only coming home for a couple of days once every two months and so when he did come home I was so angry at him that I could not open up to him. He was trying to cope with the fact that he was away from home so he shut me out so that he didn't have to miss me. I missed him to much and he didn't miss me enough.

Three months after our son was born I finally convinced him to come back home and drive for a local company. He was not able to find a job because the company that he worked for messed up his DAC report. As long as his DAC report was screwed up he was never going to be able to find a job driving. So, he became Mr. Mom. I was ok with this as long as I was able to pay the bills, but we both new that eventually he was going to have to find a job. So, when the time came he felt his only option was to go back to the over the road company. Man was I pissed but I was willing to give it another try.

When he left for the second time things got really bad. It was right around the time that Katrina hit and he was having to take loads of dead bodies from one place to another. At the same time he dropped his cell phone in a huge puddle of water so he had no way of getting ahold of me. He didn't call me for two weeks. I was upset and worried and pretty much beside myself. I didn't know what to do. I had no idea where he was or why he was not calling me. All I knew was that I had not heard from him for awhile. His last visit home before the breakup had not been a good one. I remember him sitting on the couch and not talking much. He was not being himself. So, because his last visit was bad and he was not calling me I just figured he didn't want to talk to me.

So, fianlly he calls me and tells me that he's at his moms. He had a staff (I'm not sure if that spelled right) infection and didn't want to spread it to me or my son so he was going to stay with his mom for that visit and basically wanted us to stay away. This did not sit well with me and I told him so. Let's just say that our conversation ended with me yelling at him. He called me back later that night and broke up with me. Yea, I know. What a way to break up a two year relationship.

For part three, tune in tomorrow. Same bat channell, same bat time.