Come with me on a roller coaster ride

It’s been such a roller coaster of a ride for the past 36 hours. I went from doing good yesterday to dreading the prospect of what my ex-wife had to say to jubilation that I would have access to my kids to frustration with my delivery today. I don’t know if I can take another swing in my mood. I might just go insane. The only problem with that is that I was specifically told that there was no going insane. Besides, I don’t have the time anyway.

Of course, the conversation yesterday with my two youngest kids went better than I anticipated and, surprisingly enough, my conversation with my ex was pleasant and cordial. We laughed together about the fact that my oldest son is just like me and the youngest is a mix between the two of us and that she couldn’t stand living with me long ago but now she’s got two of me at a younger age to deal with. We talked seriously about the problems that we had so many years ago and, although it’s taken time on both of our parts, I believe that we’ve forgiven each other for our indiscretions.

Something hat I decided on long ago, but it’s taken a while for it to come through the gray matter and implant itself everywhere, is that I don’t blame my ex-wife, 100%, for what choices she made at the time she made them. I am just as much at fault for her choices as she was. When it all comes to said and done, we were both too immature to get married and have children then. Hell, I’ve said it plenty of times…I didn’t actually grow up until I turned 30.

Well, instead of heading to Dallas (like I requested of my dispatcher), I am heading to four stop in Connecticut, one stop in Rhode Island and finaling out in Boston, MA. From there, I don’t know where I am headed, but I sure hope that it’s towards the Dallas area…with a swing through Oxford to hug my beautiful wife.

One other thing that I’ve done in the past 36 hours – I gave my mother a reader password for my diary since she griped and complained when she couldn’t read it after I told her I had it. For some reason though, there are no links at the bottom of the reader’s main page to take the reader to the very beginning of the diary. Even so, my mother said that she had tears running down her face from the funny stuff that I put in my diary. I didn’t know I was that funny.

Till Next Time,
Blessed Be!

Kyle
Riverwolf
The Trucking Geek