I remember those stock car races. My mom grew up in a town called, Kankakee, and that is where we would attend those races. I didn't grow up in that little town but we had lots of relatives there.
The Bomb: 08/05 H moves out: 06/2006 H moves back: 01/07 & Out again: 01/07 H moves back: 03/08 & Out again: 04/08 H moves back: 05/09 & Out again: 07/09 Divorced 08-12 Kids: 22, 20, 19
Kankakee huh? Yep, that's country to us closer to Chicago. lol We'd go to the Sante Fe race track. I remember the first time we went there, a drunk guy fell and hit his face on the seat in front of us. My mom left me and my sister (8 & 7 years old) to go get this guy some ice for his face. We were scared to death! Her ex-boyfriend worked the pit crew so that was our GAL for her back then.
I grew up in Joliet and loved it. I am sure things have changed a lot. Haven't been there since 1981.
The Bomb: 08/05 H moves out: 06/2006 H moves back: 01/07 & Out again: 01/07 H moves back: 03/08 & Out again: 04/08 H moves back: 05/09 & Out again: 07/09 Divorced 08-12 Kids: 22, 20, 19
Giiiirl! I'm sure it has changed! Joliet isn't all too purty lately....at not in the heart of Joliet anyway. Although, my GAL activity every Wed was to go to the boat for an hour or so.
Hope you are doing well! I haven't posted much for a while, but I've been following your sitch and others. Hope you and your D had a good weekend.
I hope you don't mind, but I want to hi-jack your thread for a minute. Sorry!
Jack-Three-Beans---you said your wife thanked you for the space. Is there such a thing as too much space? Is it possible that I erred by giving my H too much space? His behavior has been so erratic that in the beginning, I think the kids and I gave him too much space. H had tons of time to go try out his happy fantasy life with the 21 yr. old OW, without having to face up to his responsibilities. And now, even though I know it's not the happy fantasy life he though it would be, he's run so far (metaphorically; physically he lives 15 mins. away), that I think he thinks it would be impossible to come back. Maybe he really loves the OW, but just knowing him I think it's more likely that it's just easier to stay there than to have to admit that he's not any happier.
When do I give up? He's not made any baby steps back home. With him it's all about getting it over with asap so he can move on with his new life with OW, even though his procrastination is the main reason the D has taken so long.
Thanks for any advice or 2x4's.
T
Me:40, xH:41 M:19 T:21 D14, S10, D6 IDLYA bomb:12/22/06 OW bomb (21 yr. old employee):12/23/06 H move out 2/07, OW move in 5/07 D papers served 6/07 D final Nov. 26, 08 :-(
Today's going pretty well. Not much going on. Leaving H alone as I'm supposed to. One email from me to him about the jackass car salesman last night and he replied and that's all so far.
I HATE CAR SHOPPING! (no offense to any car salesmen/women ofcourse!)
Hey, go see Bill Jacobs. We used to live in his neighborhood. I went to school with his sister but they probably would not remember me as it has been soooo long.
The Bomb: 08/05 H moves out: 06/2006 H moves back: 01/07 & Out again: 01/07 H moves back: 03/08 & Out again: 04/08 H moves back: 05/09 & Out again: 07/09 Divorced 08-12 Kids: 22, 20, 19
I figured out a plan to handle this car sitch though. Ready? Are you all sitting down?
So here's my idea. Are you sitting down? Okay, first H could move back home (I did ask if you're sitting down right?), then we can get him a motorcycle again to have during the nice months of the year and I can use his truck. THEN, come closer to winter I can worry about/focus on getting a car. There. Makes sense right? So, when do you think I can start clearing room in my closet?
Why don't you just go ahead and get the motorcycle and use it yourself? It would be like dangling worms in front of fish and you'd be reeling him in in no time. What weight test line would you need?
You're not kidding, you're dreaming!
I had a 850 Suzuki I drove for a lot of years. Then when H moved in with 2 kids it just wasn't big enough to get both the kids to school. By the time I was ready to ride it again it had electrical problems that I couldn't figure out and it was pretty old so I donated it to a charity that fixes that stuff and sells it for a fundraiser.
Live your life while you are still living. Riding the trail less traveled.
H would TOTALLY croak if I bought a motorcycle! For real! That would be soooo AWESOME! But I'm not a fan of them, so I wouldn't get one. Plus, if something happened to me on it, then what's left for D? A father in MLC? I don't think that would go over too well....I'd be rolling in the grave for sure!
I'm just in a good mood and thinking funny things instead of depressing thoughts. H even asked me what put me in such a good mood. I told him "nothing had to, it's how I am. Fun Dar...like Fun Bob from the show Friends." He replied saying "You're too funny Dar."
lol