Fucking too much

I have two kids.

Im a single Dad.  No help  only hinderance from th ex wife.

one son handicap

Im alone  and i can't do it all

Today have to go to the school to listen to them tell me why my son does not qualify for special services.  I have already spent every panny I have on him.  Now its gone.  I'm broke and struggling

With all the shit I have to go going On i simply want to snap.

How do I get out?

money.

Get off my ass and make a pile of money.   Lots of it.  Move every minute and you will be out of it.  move   Move   Move.

From Just annoyed to Rage with no in-between

Limbo

I don't know where I stand and I hate it.  uncertainty is something I don't do well.

Perhaps

Lala called today.  It may not be dead after all!

But I can't let my joy in the warmth of that relationship soften me as I have a hard job ahead.

She and I still have issues. I need her to stop pushing.  (I know to her she is not pushing  she is simply probing)

Jobs

I work for me.  have never had a job.

But I started with a little help.  Then I grew the company big.  I have always he'd the "next thing" lined up.  But now Im starting from zero.  Its hard.

On the other hand I have been a lazy SOB, chasing 15 rabbits at once: and only for a short stint.

I need to face the reality of the fact.  i need capitol to get the new company off the ground.  I need to borrow it or get investors.

My Boy

My boy was diagnosed with Autism 13 years ago.  He is now 15.

We have fought and scratched and finally stepped back on him in exhaustion.

Lala thinks I don't do enough.  That scares me.  It scares me because everyone said I was the best possible father for him.  But that was before the divorce.   Lala is worried.  Thats because she didn't see me before the divorce.  She only see what is happening now.  And Im sucking wind.

Clinging to Lala

I clung to her.

The attraction was not unhealthy.  But too much of anything is bad.

After 23 years of loneliness I clung to Lala way too hard.   She was the only warm spot had seen.  Sure there were other nice women.  But none that felt right.  Lala is just right.

The problem is It dulled the pain.   Pain is good.  It keeps you from keeping you hand in the fire.  It keeps you from moving a broken leg.  But when you confuse the comfort for a lack of pain you just bury the pain.  And that is dangerous.

Then it became a narcotic.  I had to have it.  I created it.  I would spend trivial time that should have been placed on things important just hanging out with her.    Yes hang out time is good.    But I did too much.

OF course the foundation was out of whack.  So it falls now.