My saga part III

God, I had no idea this story was so darn long. So anyways, after we broke up I was left with no money to pay the bills. As I've said before, I was paying all of the bills and supporting five people. Needless to say, my extra money was used up pretty quickly and the job that I had just did not cover the bills. My guy was supposed to be sending me money, but unfortunaly it came just one day to late. See, I was evicted from my apratment. Because of this my Dad had to come from Illinois to pick me up because I had three days to get out of my apartment. So his mom shows up the day that I was leaving for Illinois and gives me three hundred bucks. If only I had gotten that two days earlier I would have never had to leave the state of Texas.

So I moved back home. My mom and dad bought a house for me and the kids to live in and I was trying to find a job to support my family. For the first four months I had no contact with my guy. We were both really pissed at each other and talking between the two of us only made matters worse. I was super pissed at him because he was not calling me to see how his son was doing and so any kind of contact between the two of us usually ended up with the two of us biting each others heads off. So one day one of his friends IMd me. They were both in the same room at the same time so I would ask him questions and my guy would answer them via his friend.

Through our friend we were able to manage to come to the decision that my guy could come to Illinois to visit the baby. I wanted this more than anyhting in the world. It really means a lot to me that my kids have their fathers in their lives. So I was only to happy to arrange the visit. The first time he came to visit was tense. We were both trying really hard to keep things pleasant and not fight. Actually it went pretty well. We didn't fight. Acutally we didn't really talk. I just kind of let him visit with the baby and stayed in the backround for the day.

So for next few months he called me almost every night. We actually started talking again instead of fighting with each other. I spent my time looking back at the last few years and making some changes in myself. I believe that I made a lot of positive changes for myself. I also made myself look at everything I had done wrong and admit that I was being a really big shit to him. I think he was doing the same thing.

Breaking up was the best thing for the both of us. We were both able to stop trying to hurt one another and realize that we loved each other. We were apart for about a year. During this time I had been trying to find a good job but no one would hire me. The only job I could find was woking full time at a gas station. The money I made was terrible. I could not pay the rent or any of my bills. I was lucky because my parents owned the house I lived in but I still had to pay the rent. They were ok with me not paying but it was understood that as soon as I found a good job I had to start paying. Only I never found that job.

So one day my guy told me that he was getting tired of driving a truck. He was tired of the commute from Illinois to Texas and wanted to start driving for a local company. He asked me to come back to Texas. He paid for the entire mvoe and I've been in Texas since November.