So, most of you know, I’m going through a divorce. I’ve kept relatively quiet about it, but still it’s not been an easy process.
He’s now decided I can’t have the rest of my things, and then has the nerve to call me this morning to TELL me to pay a vet bill that is owed on my dog, because he’s tired of getting calls about it. The vet clinic has my info, and they’re welcome to charge my card whenever they want. They just haven’t done it.
So how is it fair for him to ask me for something and expect me to do it, when he won’t do the same for me? One day he’s like, your stuff is safe, punkin’ and the next it’s like, what stuff. You don’t have anything over here. There are times that I want to choke him, and other times when my heart hurts for us.
Get yourself a vicious lawyer have ’em drive the final nails in this relationship’s coffin with his forehead.
Then change your number and move out of state 🙂
So here’s the thing. What John doesn’t understand, and apparently never will is that Jenn’s friends do not attack. They do something that he should have been doing all along.
We defend her.
It’s what people do when they truly care about someone, and it’s what every husband SHOULD do for a wife.
John, you are prime example of one of the things that is wrong with the world today. Too many males, not enough men.
Men do not need to lash out to prove their worth, their behavior demonstrates it.
Men do not demand respect, they command it by their actions. They behave in a respectable manner.
Further more, men do not say or write the types of things you do about ANY women, let alone the one they claim to love.
Deep down, you know what you are, and you don’t like it, but aren’t man enough to accept it, and sure not man enough to change it; and have some misplaced sense of pride that will not let you get, or accept the help you need to get there. So instead you lash out, and try to bully people around to prove you’re worth something.
You can speculate all you want, feel free to worry too, let all that negativity build up inside you. As sure as I’m sitting here, you’ll continue to drive everyone that ever thought they could love you away.
If you ever cared to notice–hell I even pointed it out to you last year–Jenn is a hell of a hand with a horse. I recognize that, and want that for my horse business. Maybe you should lash out at yourself for not paying more attention when it could have made a difference and quit being mad at the rest of the world.
About Tex…his kidneys were so shot the vet wasn’t sure even the therapy would work. I spent all day over there several days in a row taking care of this dog. I did everything I could do to help him get better. I was the one who finally called the vet to get him in. Not once did anyone other than mom or dad or Jennifer ask how he was doing. I had to call the vet’s office several times to get a straight answer as to what was going on with the dog, what the blood test showed. Once I knew what was going on with him I desperately tried to reach Jennifer as did daddy. The cell phone infrastructure is very weak where she was, so a phone call or even text message is difficult to have go through. But none of that matters. The dog was sick and probably wasn’t going to survive anyway, with or without treatment. I was not informed other parties wanted to be present or I would have made sure certain things fell into place. Don’t play the blame game until all the information is know. There were a lot of variables involved, some out of anyone’s control. Know ALL the facts before blaming. {On a side note, if someone wants something ended so bad, why drag out the pain?} Furthermore, thank you John for assuring me as to why I’m still single.
john i really wish you would drop dead serious!!!! you’re a piece of selfish shit.
First, let me say that i think everyone here loves jen lots….
Second, John if you don’t like what we say about you here or what jen says don’t come to this blog any more…you actively have to get here. Its not like we come to your door step with torches!!
If you were as busy as you say you are then why can now you bother all of us on here when, You were too busy to read her blog when you were married?
John, Texas never was your dog… so stop with all the poor me..i miss my dog…why wasn’t i told…I need a someone to talk about my friend when he died…..me, i, me, i, me, i… thats all any of us ever hear from you!!! You only paid for his vet bill to try and play with jen’s head some more…she is over it, it doesn’t work anymore…
You need help, REAL HELP, like the kind from a doctor.
Just as always thinking of only yourself.
Give Jen her stuff back, lose her number and CRAWL BACK INTO THE HOLE YOU CAME FROM while the rest of us thank God that jen got smart and you are out of her life.
I for one am tired of even hearing your name.
First…*high five* to Jill
Second…”nice play”…”meant for Jennifer”…the hell you say?
Of course you would think it was a “play” because we would all be fools to think you suddenly understand the concept of genuine care and concern.
And…No shit Dick Tracy, it’s her blog. It’s meant to help her see what a ridiculously childish and manipulative animal you are.
Not just for Jenn though…it’s also meant for you. As usual you’re scared to look inside at what you really are…c’est la vie…nothing I can do to change that, and I will not lose any sleep over it.
Move on dude, leave her alone.
Abbott-
Why do you now read the blog daily? Why did you not read it daily when we we were married; when you could have seen my thoughts in writing, that I shared with you, in person?
Why are you so interested in everything that goes on now? It’s quite obvious to me that you’re grasping at straws. And you don’t know anything about the nature of Zach’s business or his relationship with his ex-wife; or even our working relationship.
You should really try to mind your own business; what went on in my life when I tried to share my life with you, you held at arm’s length and now that we’re apart you want to be in every part of my life. Tell me how that makes sense?
Abbott,
I do have genuine care and concern for Jennifer, as I actually do for my ex-wife. Christ, I even have some for you…I do not wish anyone ill. However, that being said, I do not wish anyone happiness at the expense of someone else’s happiness and that seems to be where you get yours, trying to bring others down you your level of misery and self loathing. You should try it sometime, caring for others instead of yourself, it might actually be a refreshing change for you.
It’s like I told you that last time you saw me, when you were acting like the lunatic you are, yelling at Jennifer and calling her all of those deplorable things; “you don’t know the first God Damn thing about me, so you’d best just let it go.”
I have no secrets that I’m trying to keep from Jennifer or anyone else in the world for that matter. I’m not a closet alcoholic, I don’t pray to God and attend church as a ploy to convince people I’m something I’m not, I don’t verbally and mentally abuse people then try to portray myself as some type of victim.
I treat others the way I’d like to be treated and if and when I fail in that, and the reciprocal treatment I receive isn’t what I like or wanted; I don’t whine like a bitch, and accuse people of attacking me.
So keep doing your research; do it long enough and you may even come around to the fact that *YOU* are your own biggest problem; not me, not Jenn, not my business. YOU.
One word of advice, be mindful of the toes you step on. I distinctly remember you whining like a bitch when Ian blogged that handsome photo of you. It seems there are things in *your* past that bother you and that you’re ashamed of. A little tidbit of information that you may not have discovered in researching my life–I designed AND published web pages for a living long before you even had a computer.
be strong and I am glad ur life is better now he sounded like a jerk. I guess Jennifer’s go thru a lot of the same stuff I have been there. I could use some advice on how to reach my dreams from someone like you that has been down the same roads as me. I feel lost a lot and feel like I am wandering thru life aimlessly and every time I feel on track someone kicks me off of it