Time to get caught up (part 1 of 2)

Cheese and Crackers!  Has it really been a year since I last posted a blog?

I guess I should begin by telling you what's happened since we last left our hero.  I moved here last November to be with what is now my ex-fiancee.  You read right; my ex-fiancee.  As you may remember I proposed to her at a Jimmy Buffett concert during "Why Don't we Get Drunk."  A few weeks after Shannon and I got engaged her mother injured herself.  The pleas began for me to move to Richmond, but I was in the middle of a project and couldn't leave Florida.  However, the project fell through.  I quit my job as a substitute teacher and moved to Virginia to help her out.  What started out as a few days of bliss quickly turned into hell.  Shannon was clearly bipolar; one day things would be fine, but then the next day, for reasons unknown, she would hate my guts, and I would never know what to expect from one day from the next.  Of course the first thing I did when I got here was look for a job, which I was able to gain full-time employment in two months - pretty damn good in this economy.  Did I get support?  Noooooo.  Shannon and her mother spent their days accusing me of being a freeloader; that is, on the days when they weren't being supportive.  Shannon's favorite thing to say to me was how she gave up on me and how she would have to work five jobs to support our family.  There was other moments of insanity, such as her work holiday party when she told me she wanted to show up a little late.  I planned my schedule that day around us showing up a little late, and she gets mad at me for being late.

Fast forward two months later, and I am now working upwards of 70 hours a week.  We barely see each other.  She would leave me letters about how proud she was of me for working so hard, and the time we did spend together was so-so.  One Friday night I come home from wrestling, and she breaks up with me.  I knew it was coming, so I wasn't too shocked.  Apparently she did it for my personal safety since her uncle was coming from Arkansas, and she didn't want him to hate me.  Problem is, we hit it off, and he saw me as a beacon to help them out since her mother was unable to work since she just had back surgery.  I'm still staying with them, and things are going fine.  One evening I am out and about, and she begins interrogating me by text about my Facebook status.  She then begins accusing me of having a girlfriend behind my back and how I am financially unstable (please see where I commented that I am working 70 hours a week).  A few days later, her friend starts in on me calling me names on my Facebook and threatening to kick my ass.  The next day, I come home to a letter that said, and I quote, "I want you out..."  I moved into a basement studio for a few months, and I now stay with my friend Cory.

A couple of weeks ago I saw that she viewed my profile on OKCupid.  I can only assume she's on the wave of her bipolar where she misses me (and by missing me I mean exclusively my penis).  Interestingly enough, I told my friend Jess about this, and she told me that I'd better not get together with her, and I said there is no way in Hell that will ever happen.

Am I upset about what happened?  Of course.  She made my life a living hell, and I am thankful for the love and support of my friends and family (especially Dani and Jess - it was Dani after all that gave her the nickname Sybil).  That doesn't mean I hate her; most of the issues we faced were due to her chemicals being messed up in her head; I actually pray for her in church that she will get the help she needs.

Stay tuned for part two.