This weekend is Wild Card Weekend for the NFL. There should be some good games – and maybe even some good comebacks. But there is ZERO chance that there will be any games that have as great a comeback as […]
This weekend is Wild Card Weekend for the NFL. There should be some good games – and maybe even some good comebacks. But there is ZERO chance that there will be any games that have as great a comeback as I am part of going into the new year of 2021.
It is true that 2020 was a crappy year for many people – perhaps even most people. In many ways, it was the worst year of my life. It was not a good year for our marriage either.
Early on, it actually looked like 2020 was going to be a great year. In February Stacia and Ava moved back to Del Mar to live with me and things were good. I still had a couple of roommates, but we all co-existed fairly well. Stacia was kind of non-committed, but we decided we’d just see how it went.
We got along great and Ava seemed very happy. It was so great to have them back. Then in March came the Corona Virus and the resulting shutdowns and quarantines. First Kyle’s restaurant closed down and he had to fly back to Botswana. A couple of months later, the other roommate Josh moved to PB to be closer to some friends.
It was tough on all of us, to be suddenly stuck inside the same apartment all day every day. Every day was filled with some amount of stress and uncertainty. Stacia moved her office and eventually her bed into Makaya’s / Josh’s old room. I was basically all alone in the master bedroom all day every day. It got old fast. I was restless and frustrated.
Then I had the first of what would turn out to be surgeries for me in 2020. My first knee surgery added to the pain and uncertainty. It felt like Stacia and Ava were miles away – even though they were still in the room next door. I felt alone and fell back into old, bad ways.
I made a bad decision to buy and use some crystal meth. In the past, I’d frequently turned to drugs when I felt alone and uncomfortable. It was never a good decision. It didn’t take long too long before Stacia was tired of my old tricks and I made it easy for her to want to get away.
Stacia and Ava moved here to Las Vegas soon after my 2nd surgery – and right before the most major (neck) surgery I was going to have. I felt more along than ever. Dark, dark days.
Fast forward to now, I’ve been trying to convince Stacia to give me another chance since October. She hasn’t been real receptive until recently. I think that she realizes how much better it is for Ava when I am around. I really don’t like Las Vegas or the desert, but am committed to do anything necessary to get our family back together.
Not exactly sure how it’s all going to happen, but we are now in the planning stages of the Greatest Comeback in History. I will definitely be keeping you posted. Thank you for your prayers and positive thoughts.