Afternoon, or evening I guess for you guys that are ahead of me. The game was good last night. S team won by quite a bit. He had some good hits and made some good plays. Unfortunately, I didn't have as much fun as I should have, because I sat there and let my anger get the best of me. H told S that he would be there, and S asked me on the way. I told him I didn't know, he may be working. Of course, S wanted him to show. Of course, he didn't. It kills me inside to see my kids disapointed and abandoned by their dad. They haven't seen him in over 2 weeks. I have 2 of the best, smartest, most awesome kids you could ever hope for and this sorry excuse for a "man" is letting them down day after day. I see the hurt in their eyes. I try to answer their questions. I try to clean up this mess he is making with my kids. I cry at night over my kid's pain. What does he do?
Okay, enough wallowing. Man, it's hard.
"Success is the sum of small efforts, repeated day in and day out." Robert Collier
"One's best success often comes after their greatest disappointments." Henry Ward Beecher
