No Matter how hard you try in life you just can't seem to get ahead. I don't have a car and don't have a supportive family that's dependable. Can't stay at my aunt's because her husband has a meth lab there. Can't stay at my Dad's because he is moving to another state with the only car I was using. If I lose my job I can't even keep the lights and water on let alone to save up enough to get my own car. Just yesterday I got rejected by a girl because I was being honest about my attraction towards her. My daughter is miles away in another state living with her mother whom I can't afford to see. I'm still trying to cope with how I've lost my family and home over nothing.
Soon I will not afford to stay at my Dad's but will have another major lost which a dog I love so much which I had for 8 long years who was my friend. My dad doesn't care and only looks at what's in it for himself. If I stay at his house I will have no way to work and will eventually lose my job. When I lose my job the lights and water will be turned off. I will then be forced to make a tough decision.
As far as my love life goes, the last one ended back in 2006. I had a wife of 6 years and being with her for 8. We had a daughter together who is now 4. It all started when I came home one day. When I got home from out of town everything in the house was gone including the dog. I thought may be someone had robbed the house so I checked around. I then called my ex wife at work. She broke the news to me that she had filed for divorce. My heart just stopped and fell to the floor. I was very devastated. I cried and pleaded with her not to go through with it. She said she wanted a life of her own and didn't need me anymore. I was thrown off by what she said. I didn't think in a million years something like this would happen. After she hung up I just fell to the floor crying...I shouted why? why? why? Then I heard a loud crack of thundering outside immediately after I did this. I cried for hours. As I sat all alone in the 4 bedroom house I tried to think of what I did wrong. I didn't cheat on her. I didn't beat her. I certainly didn't do drugs. I tried to be emotionally supportive. The only thing I can come up with is me being out of work for a month and being on the road for 3 months as a truck driver trying to support the household. As for job history I've been with the bank for many years until I got laid off and it's not like I constantly skip jobs all the time. If she lost her job I wouldn't have left her. I just don't get how couples would simply divorce over crap like temporary unemployment. After the divorce she then moved in with another guy. He now has my family.
After losing everything including the house I went back over the road. I had no home or car so I had no choice. Living on the road wasn't easy but I did it for the money because most of it went to an attorney to prevent my ex from leaving the country with our daughter. It made me angry because most of the money we spent (thousands) on attorneys could have been used for our daughter's college. I had no choice but to fight but the great thing is my daughter is still here and that's what counts. I barely won that battle but at least my daughter knows who her daddy is.
The challenge I face right now is trying to stay afloat. I have been homeless before and already know what it's like. I do not want to relive that nightmare again. Becoming a homeless person is about as low as you can get in life other than drugs or suicide. I'm trying to keep it together but it's becoming more difficult considering the circumstances. The feeling of being homeless is a truly scary experience because I'm afraid I may not come back out of it again. You would have to experience it to really understand. The homeless people you see out there were probably once successful like I was. They once had a home with husbands, wives and children too.
When ever I'm really down I try to think about the good times we had as a family. I felt like I was the luckiest man on earth being with a beautiful wife, daughter, dog, SUV, and a nice home. It was true love in my life. Then one day it just all disappeared before my eyes. Things never were the same after that. I wasn't the same person anymore. So I go on trying to figure out where do I go from here. You see having a heart isn't enough in this cold world of ours. It's war out there. I'm not looking for pity because I don't want it. I'm just sharing my experience here. It's reality. I wish I could jump into a time machine so I can go back and change a few things but I can't. I'm still living with the pain of everything going wrong. If I become a homeless person I am afraid that all my hopes and dreams will become meaning less. A person with a broken spirit who has lost everything may eventually lose hope in everything.
I'm afraid it will make me become a bitter person in the future even if I became a cold rich person enjoying seeing other people suffer. It's not so much about the money it's humanity in general. There just isn't enough love to go around in this world. I don't want to become another cold person this world does not need. Tell me where is the hope?
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btw, I tried to reply to your email earlier but got a massage saying I didn't have 15 posts yet.
