I am not very creative. I stole from Ernest Hemingway and Henry Rollins for the last blog entry title. This time I steal from Soundgarden.
Breaking up from Julie DOES hurt after all. Big empty spot in my life now, which I vowed I would not attempt to fill until after Lent (Orthodox Lent ends later than Catholic/Protestant Lent.) I actually felt pain a few times when left alone to ruminate on it without any company to distract me. The person I was telling everything to suddenly wasn't there. Boy, that smarts!
Custody battle took on a new level of hostility with the addition of an expensive lawyer representing my ex who is adept at painting the opposing side as villainous. A petition containing many exaggerated and outright false claims that I am neglectful and abusive of my children has been filed. "Blessed are you when (wo)men shall revile you and persecute you, and say all manner of evil against you falsely for My sake..." That part of the Beatitudes sums things up fairly aptly.
This twin terror of events has darkened my life considerably. It weighs heavily on my heart. I long for better days.
Out with the sloth, lust for power, vain talk... in with chastity humility patience and love, to the best of my limited ability. I have to try my best. Really, what choice do I have?
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