Nope, not from Ireland…

 

Nope I’m not from Ireland.  But like all Americans, I can instantly shout out the members of my family how ARE Irish.  All Americans want to be Irish, especially on the east coast.  I never got into the whole race "I’m this or that" thing.  I’ve always said I AM AN AMERICAN!  That is what comes first.  My heritage is of Irish and Philippine, but I’m a god-damn Twinkie eating FRENCH FRIE eating Americano proudly flying his ‘ol glory from the window with my Obama sticker.  No one has stolen them or defaced my house so they must like them.
Yes, but I’m an American in Ireland.  Someone asked why I was here.  It’s a now painful story you probably don’t want to hear but it may be good for me.  I moved to Ireland for my Irish wife so we could raise our son near family.  I didn’t speak to mine in the USA and she adored here.  The only think holding me back was my job I loved (literally) but I found one here and figured what the hell.  So here I am, unable to get cigars or Taco bell in a country that looks at me strange.  Its probably cuz I don’t say much, but still.  I am a foreigner, but, um, I’m in the country of emigrants so leave me alone. Plus I do I vital job for Ireland so leave me ALONE!
Plus I’m just bitter in general, so don’t take my words to heart.  The story continues…  I trained all over Ireland for 6 months and started working here in Waterford while commuting from Dublin.  Yeah fun.  Finally got a house down here in Waterford for me and my family and my wife and I separate.  So now I sit alone in the house that was to be for us, looking at our wedding picture that I want to use for fuel with some peat and coal and throw it in the fire.  But I’m the bad guy again.  She pissed me off last night… last night when I just wanted to have my lame election party by myself.  Yup, again… AGAIIN threw in my face about when I was ill.  It put me over the edge…. I couldn’t believe she was trying to ”show concerns" then throws the concern back into my face AGAIN!  I couldn’t believe  ti!  Then to tell me the only thing to come out of me was my son.  That sent me over the edge.  That is too far.   I told her that It must be nice to be able to hide all her issues under mine.   Ugh….   AND that’s why I’m in Ireland.
But let’s work on emotions again…. no thinking, just typing.
Anger, anger, anger….. She did it again, she did it again and tells me she want to help.  She has such big chip on her shoulder but somehow it falls on mel.  I don’t want to talk because I get angry… very angry.  I can’t handle her childish remarks.  They say I should just be the adult but I can’t with her.  She brings me to the edge of sanity.    I wanna see Lochlann but I can’t.  cant physically and mentally.  It makes me angry that he is growing up in that crazy home and my stupid wife will do nithing to stop it.   she sucks as a mom, more concerened with yelling at him and sitting in bed.  How do you fix that whole situation.  I’d reater no dela with it, but I don’t want to leave lochlann alone in it.  I owe him the help of getting out of there.   Bt whree to?

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