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trip-up-stairs
This was when it finally began the the start of a new book at the end of the latest one ending with, "And they lived separately ever after."
There's too much of my past experiences involved concerning the many paranormal stories that Im about to convey here on this writing app in order to completely have the power to literally show what I've gone through by standing in my shoes. And that's a shame, but I know why things are just the way are. It is what it is. And so it starts.
I had already moved into an apartment after accepting our life changing, yet mostly non understanding failed marriage which ended in my one out of three children given to me. for what its it's worth now, let's just accept that the fact that my uncertainty of the dissolvement of our marriage was truly over, so after the last fling in a motel, my mind had me convinced into getting flowers and being at her door when she got home from work that next day. As I drove my truck up to the chain link fenced with the concrete walkway leading straight up to the front door, I noticed that the door was wide open. A few seconds went by when saw my ex-wife's ex standing inside holding my youngest son. My first reaction was to save myself from myself by gaining just a bit more momentum getting away from that dangerous scene. I floored it leaving a long black tire width mark behind. For whatever reason, being simply, when it rains, it storms in any season, or some kind of helpful paranormal interference or interaction caused this, my truck overheated. I wasn't too far from my apartment but found a safe spot pulling over in order to allow the engine to cool down enough to get home before any serious damage occurs driving it hot. Somehow I had a pint of bacardi 151 on me and before pulling up to my door, more than half of it was drank. I had also swallowed two 20 mg percocet. My daughter was tired that day after school and went to her room right away and shut her door. Being that I've been diagnosed as Bipolar but had given up taking my medication quite sometime before. My attempt at drowning my sorrows so far had been a failure, so the anti depressants given to me by my mom, seemed the correct answer to my pain. I grabbed full untouched bottle and in two palm filled thrusts into my mouth, not caring if some of the pills missed falling past my cheeks onto my bedroom bathroom floor and into the toilet, into my mouth they went taking a drink of my mixed drink between throws. As I laid there upon my bed facing the opened door, while staring into the short hallway just past the other bathroom at my daughters door, a panic attack came on me like a loose pitbull attacking a mailman. I jumped up, just as my thoughts were repeating, you are gonna die, over and over. I
There's too much of my past experiences involved concerning the many paranormal stories that Im about to convey here on this writing app in order to completely have the power to literally show what I've gone through by standing in my shoes. And that's a shame, but I know why things are just the way are. It is what it is. And so it starts.
I had already moved into an apartment after accepting our life changing, yet mostly non understanding failed marriage which ended in my one out of three children given to me. for what its it's worth now, let's just accept that the fact that my uncertainty of the dissolvement of our marriage was truly over, so after the last fling in a motel, my mind had me convinced into getting flowers and being at her door when she got home from work that next day. As I drove my truck up to the chain link fenced with the concrete walkway leading straight up to the front door, I noticed that the door was wide open. A few seconds went by when saw my ex-wife's ex standing inside holding my youngest son. My first reaction was to save myself from myself by gaining just a bit more momentum getting away from that dangerous scene. I floored it leaving a long black tire width mark behind. For whatever reason, being simply, when it rains, it storms in any season, or some kind of helpful paranormal interference or interaction caused this, my truck overheated. I wasn't too far from my apartment but found a safe spot pulling over in order to allow the engine to cool down enough to get home before any serious damage occurs driving it hot. Somehow I had a pint of bacardi 151 on me and before pulling up to my door, more than half of it was drank. I had also swallowed two 20 mg percocet. My daughter was tired that day after school and went to her room right away and shut her door. Being that I've been diagnosed as Bipolar but had given up taking my medication quite sometime before. My attempt at drowning my sorrows so far had been a failure, so the anti depressants given to me by my mom, seemed the correct answer to my pain. I grabbed full untouched bottle and in two palm filled thrusts into my mouth, not caring if some of the pills missed falling past my cheeks onto my bedroom bathroom floor and into the toilet, into my mouth they went taking a drink of my mixed drink between throws. As I laid there upon my bed facing the opened door, while staring into the short hallway just past the other bathroom at my daughters door, a panic attack came on me like a loose pitbull attacking a mailman. I jumped up, just as my thoughts were repeating, you are gonna die, over and over. I
