I just got a notice in the mail that my ex has to yet again go back to court for child support and if he doesn't have the money he's goinna get locked up again. It makes me so sad that I couldn't save him from the drugs the way my Jamie saved me. He lives this sad existance in and out of jail every six months, no job, grubbing where he can for money, living with his drug addicted mother. I've had my drug problems but I was lucky enough to have someone love me and pull me out before it got to be too bad. Maybe I didn't love him enough, maybe he didn't love me or maybe even he didn't love himself enough. Whatever the reason I hope someday someone comes along and saves him. Wast of a good life. At least my daughter didn't grow up knowing him just knowing my Jamie. Now she'll never have to cry for him like I do. She'll always grow up knowing she had a good man for a father. Huh, all these complaints and sad stuff today. Trying to lift my spirits.
