Well, it's been a long time since I've been on here and a lot has happened. I fell in love with a woman and on October 30, 2009, her ex husband kicked in her door and raped her. She didn't call the police, didn't go to the hospital and didn't tell me until a month later. Then she had a nervous breakdown. I moved her and her children into my home so I could tend to her. It was a bad decision. Eventually, sympathy turned to resentment and finally this past Tuesday, the grand jury indictment and subsequent charges were dismissed against him. He will do probation for beating his daughter on school grounds and that's it.
Try as I did, the flame of love simply burned out. I no longer love her and I have to move her and her children back to their own home. I feel like a total bastard because I do love those kids and those kids love me and her children have bonded with my children. But at the end of the day, there has been too much deception, too much betrayal, too much hurt and too many lies to go on.
So tonight I hug my stepchildren one last time and watch them drive away out of my home and out of my life forever. We say we'll keep in touch, that we'll all visit each other regularly, that we'll always be friends...but does it ever really work out that way.
I am alone again. Perhaps it should stay that way because the alternative always ends with me in tears.
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Mardigan
21:34 Jul 18 2010
Oh by the way, the rapist's name is Paul Anthony Craddock if any of you would like to send some bad energy his way