Hey Sports fan...long time no see.
Well, life has changed a lot for little Underling since I last posted. Things have been more complicated, more exciting, more....of everything.
Let me update those of you who aren't in the know...
In October of 2006, I packed up everything I owned (along with my dog) and moved with Joe to beautiful Charleston, South Carolina.
It was an incredibly hard move. Everything about it was difficult. I got here and couldn't find a job. Found that my Oklahoma teaching credentials were worthless here, and ended up wit an $8/hour job working in the stockroom at Target, just for something to do.
On my third day at work, I was approached by an Exec (Target-Speak for Manager) and was told that I really needed to apply for a team lead position that was open. Through observation they had decided that I was wasted on the stock room.
So, I did what they ask, and I now quite happily run the Electronics department of my store, making more than Working for DHS ever payed me.
Joe and I, however, hit the skids pretty hard after we got here. Neither of us were really prepared for the depression that set in. And I hit a depression the likes of which I've not experienced since my last semester in college.
Things went from bad to worse at the end of November.
Joe's sister, her husband and their 3 children ended up without a home. Needing a place to stay, they gave us a ring. for 6 lovely weeks, four adults, three children and two dogs shard a 700 sq. ft. apartment...until we could find a house to fit us all.
We moved into the new house, and we all fell into a routine.
Two months later, the family was back on it's feet and out of our house...but something had changed in the meantime. Joe and I weren't the same. The attachment, the feelings were different. There was animosity and resentment on both sides that came from I know not where.
Fights became a daily requirement. Loud fights. Angry fights. The kind of fights you don't get over an hour later.
Finally, three weeks ago tomorrow, Joe and I broke up. He told me to leave and then left for his sister's house.
I ate the shit before me and called my parents. Asked for money to be wired....pakced a few bags, and loaded them into my car.
I was about to leave the house when I realized that in the ensuing emotional tangle I was in I had completely forgotten my dog. I got out of my car and returned to the house. I had loaded her crate into my car and was headed back for the house to bring her out on a leash when Joe pulled into the driveway.
He saw the car packed, crate in the backseat...and he realized it was real.
He realized that all the things I'd been saying were wrong, were wrong...he came into the house and stopped me.
We talked...for hours and hours. I think we started talking at about 4:30 and we broke to eat at around 10:00...
And we worked it out.
I can't explain how, but we did...and it's working out so far.
Things have been tough, but they're getting better. I've been to see someone about my depression and so has he. I can feel a change in my mood already...I'm hopeful for the first time in months. I feel optimistic...and I think that will make all the difference.
So, here I am. Underling, Revived! I'm back...and will be posting here from now on.
I've missed the blogging, I really have....I'm glad to be back at it.
So, Sports Fans... I'll see you soon!
Seacrest, Out!
