I don't really like telling this story, but it is the past. The past is not who I am, so I have decided to share it. Buckle up...
Ok, I lived in Maryland. I met this girl "angela". We got drunk all the time, life was great and fucked up. I had to deal with her ex-boyfriend and eventually had to fight his black belt ass. I figured I was moving, I might as well fight him and get it over with. (atx, you were there. you remember.) So... she tells me that she is moving to Florida and would like me to come with her. I said hell yeah! So I put in my 2 weeks at work. During my first week of that 2 weeks I get poison ivy while working outside. I couldn't even work my last week. I was miserable and Angela didn't really want to be around me when I was all bitchy (which I understand). She tells me that she wants to go out and hang with her friends the last couple days, before we move. Then the day of moving comes and we drive down the Florida. I have everything I own, minus a few little things, and drive down. Things are going ok for about a month. We start fighting a lot. I am drinking and smoking (pot) a lot. My life was a complete blur, as alchohol was my life. One day, there are a bunch of people over at our house, and we are all drinking A LOT.
Angela and I are still fighting and arguing. She kept walking past me with her little friend saying things to provoke a fight. I was like whatever. Finally she walks past me, towards the house, and she says "thats why I cheated on you". I put my beer down very camly, said to everybody "have a good night guys, talk to you later". I walked in the house (angela was already inside), and I opened the door, grabbed her by the neck, slammed her up against the wall, and said "WHAT BITCH!" I threw her on the ground, and cocked back with a fist and was about to knock the shit out of her. At that point I was tackled by about 4 guys. In the confusion of being tackled I started swinging. I hit one of the guys in the chest and 2 holes in the wall, straight threw to the other side of the dry-wall (from one room to the other). Now, I don't remember any of this, except the part where she told me she cheated on me, but people told me all about it the next day.
Turns out, it was a guy that I had hung out with before, up in MD. He was a major pot head, but muscular and dark. I asked her the next day who it was and she told me, I flipped.
Infact... today, she called me. I called her back and told her to never fucking call me again, EVER! I don't care what is going on, or how important the issue may be, I don't ever want to hear her voice again. That was almost word for word.
At that moment I knew that I made the biggest mistake of my life, moving with her. But I thank god for all of it. He saved me.
Soon after this, I went through the most depression episodes I have ever been through. This included suicidal driving, attempted suicide, even more drinking, etc. I finally got the hint that I was not ment to die OR be with Angela. I called out for help to a friend that I had only meet when I first moved here. He asked me If I needed help and was willing to help any way possible. He even wanted me to come live with him and his wife. He told me that he wanted to help me through this and to show me the purpose for my life and how important it is to live. I wanted to know, cause it obviously wasn't Angela. He told me to come to church with him, and I was like "hmmm, I don't know". He told me that it would be ok to see something new, that might help me.
That day I was told in depth the importance of life itself and who the salvation of humanity itself was.
I was saved the day I went to church. I have been a christian since. I still have things I need to work on, but I am far better off. I love the people I am close to now, I am happy with everything that is me. I have a good job, better morals, better friends. I admit that what I did to Angela is wrong and I understand completely that I will pay for what I have done. God put me here in FL to meet these people though... even if it is through sin, god has a plan. Now, I know a lot of you might say "jesus freak" or something... Its ok. You are allowed to think what you want. I am happy and never have been this happy in my entire life. I am also best friends with a girl that I would never have met if I hadn't been through this entire nightmare.
LIFE IS GOOD... regardless of that stupid bitch....
"More than fine. More than bent on getting by. More than fine. More than just ok." - SWITCHFOOT
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OH:
One day, Angela went back up to MD. I thought very hard about whether I ever wanted to see her again... since she did come over a lot. Especially when I got my apartment. So when she was up north visiting, I had an epiphany. I called her and told her that I never wanted to see her again. She said like "never or like in a long time". I told her never. When she got back shit went down and my car got fucked with. The girl i'm datings car got fucked with too. My car also got broken into about this time too. My pass. window got busted in and cd player, cds, intake, and some other misc. stuff got stolen. That is why my car is a little bit in shambles right now.
Ok, I lived in Maryland. I met this girl "angela". We got drunk all the time, life was great and fucked up. I had to deal with her ex-boyfriend and eventually had to fight his black belt ass. I figured I was moving, I might as well fight him and get it over with. (atx, you were there. you remember.) So... she tells me that she is moving to Florida and would like me to come with her. I said hell yeah! So I put in my 2 weeks at work. During my first week of that 2 weeks I get poison ivy while working outside. I couldn't even work my last week. I was miserable and Angela didn't really want to be around me when I was all bitchy (which I understand). She tells me that she wants to go out and hang with her friends the last couple days, before we move. Then the day of moving comes and we drive down the Florida. I have everything I own, minus a few little things, and drive down. Things are going ok for about a month. We start fighting a lot. I am drinking and smoking (pot) a lot. My life was a complete blur, as alchohol was my life. One day, there are a bunch of people over at our house, and we are all drinking A LOT.
Angela and I are still fighting and arguing. She kept walking past me with her little friend saying things to provoke a fight. I was like whatever. Finally she walks past me, towards the house, and she says "thats why I cheated on you". I put my beer down very camly, said to everybody "have a good night guys, talk to you later". I walked in the house (angela was already inside), and I opened the door, grabbed her by the neck, slammed her up against the wall, and said "WHAT BITCH!" I threw her on the ground, and cocked back with a fist and was about to knock the shit out of her. At that point I was tackled by about 4 guys. In the confusion of being tackled I started swinging. I hit one of the guys in the chest and 2 holes in the wall, straight threw to the other side of the dry-wall (from one room to the other). Now, I don't remember any of this, except the part where she told me she cheated on me, but people told me all about it the next day.
Turns out, it was a guy that I had hung out with before, up in MD. He was a major pot head, but muscular and dark. I asked her the next day who it was and she told me, I flipped.
Infact... today, she called me. I called her back and told her to never fucking call me again, EVER! I don't care what is going on, or how important the issue may be, I don't ever want to hear her voice again. That was almost word for word.
At that moment I knew that I made the biggest mistake of my life, moving with her. But I thank god for all of it. He saved me.
Soon after this, I went through the most depression episodes I have ever been through. This included suicidal driving, attempted suicide, even more drinking, etc. I finally got the hint that I was not ment to die OR be with Angela. I called out for help to a friend that I had only meet when I first moved here. He asked me If I needed help and was willing to help any way possible. He even wanted me to come live with him and his wife. He told me that he wanted to help me through this and to show me the purpose for my life and how important it is to live. I wanted to know, cause it obviously wasn't Angela. He told me to come to church with him, and I was like "hmmm, I don't know". He told me that it would be ok to see something new, that might help me.
That day I was told in depth the importance of life itself and who the salvation of humanity itself was.
I was saved the day I went to church. I have been a christian since. I still have things I need to work on, but I am far better off. I love the people I am close to now, I am happy with everything that is me. I have a good job, better morals, better friends. I admit that what I did to Angela is wrong and I understand completely that I will pay for what I have done. God put me here in FL to meet these people though... even if it is through sin, god has a plan. Now, I know a lot of you might say "jesus freak" or something... Its ok. You are allowed to think what you want. I am happy and never have been this happy in my entire life. I am also best friends with a girl that I would never have met if I hadn't been through this entire nightmare.
LIFE IS GOOD... regardless of that stupid bitch....
"More than fine. More than bent on getting by. More than fine. More than just ok." - SWITCHFOOT
_____________________________________
OH:
One day, Angela went back up to MD. I thought very hard about whether I ever wanted to see her again... since she did come over a lot. Especially when I got my apartment. So when she was up north visiting, I had an epiphany. I called her and told her that I never wanted to see her again. She said like "never or like in a long time". I told her never. When she got back shit went down and my car got fucked with. The girl i'm datings car got fucked with too. My car also got broken into about this time too. My pass. window got busted in and cd player, cds, intake, and some other misc. stuff got stolen. That is why my car is a little bit in shambles right now.
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