posted on Sep, 7 2006 @ 03:06 PM
Well, I hope I can be as informative as you want.
I never had any near death experiences growing up, high school was pretty uneventful. I guess my standing in high school would be sort of hard to
explain. I was sort of an 'outcast who got along with everybody', if that makes sense. I just listened to different music, for one thing, which is a
big deal in HS for some reason. I was listening to Punk and Ska and Grunge (before it was cool), while everybody else listened to that awful mtv crap
that they still play even today. Amazing how much what type of music you listen to plays a part in High School politics.
Anyways, I got married sort of early in life (when I was 19), and I went into the Air Force at 20. In fact, I spent my 20th birthday in Basic
Training. I was from a small town in the south and I figured that the military would be the best way for me to see the world Ive always wanted to see.
In a way, I always resented being from such a small town where everybody knows everything about everybody elses business. I think my High school had
something like less than 350 kids, and THAT was also grades 7-12, if that gives you an idea.
So for my first permanent base, I didnt get very far. Just one state further north, to Goldsboro, NC. Not long after that, I had myself 2 baby girls,
and I was working long hours on the flightline there working on weapons systems for F-15Es. Thats when everything changed.
See, to make a little extra money, my wife started working in a strip club off base (as a bartender only, she made good money). I didnt have any
objections as long as it was only bartending, and it coincided with my work hours anyways. Also, it was only a few days a week, so I still got to see
my wife. I didnt mind.
But what I didnt notice, working as many hours as I was, was that my wife was loosing a LOT of weight. Looking back at old pictures its staggering how
ignorant I was in not noticing this much weight loss. She had always been small, but never like that. It turns out that working at a strip club
(around all kinds of drugs, also), she had developed a hefty coc aine habit. Thinking back, I do remember mood swings and all kinds of
addict-related behavior, but I guess I just refused to 'see', understand? I was also starting to get suspicious that she was cheating.
She definately was. I found that out less than 2 years later after she died.
I got orders to Osan AB in South Korea after I was at Goldsboro for about 2 1/2 years. After I got to Korea, I didnt hear from my wife at all for the
first 2 months. I was starting to get worried. To make a long story short, it turns out that when I finally did find out what was happening, my wife
had already been living with some coke dealer, leaving our kids with her mother for days and days at a time. I dont know how I did it, maybe it just
surprised her that I would still want to be with her, but I convinced her to let me help her, and I got an EFMP relocation back to SC so she could go
into rehab and I could help her and take care of our kids. This was in September.
She actually got off coke for good and gained back some weight. She was happy again, and even though we still had some arguments and hard times
(mostly arising from things she did when she was on coke.), we stayed together until she died the next Feb.
She had Hepatitus B, probably gotten as an STD. Its possible that she was shooting up drugs, but I dont think so. Hep B killed her unusually fast. She
found out she was infected and 6 weeks later, she was dead. So I guess the whole story ends with me holding her in my arms, crying uncontrollably, and
whispering over and over again in her ear that I promise to be a good daddy. She was already gone.
So anyways, 4 years later and here I am. I got out of the military on a hardship discharge, which is honerable, so I could take care of my kids. I
didnt want to just give them to anybody. I always knew that if anything ever happened to my wife that I would be a single parent. I didnt know how
hard it would be at first, but it got easier.
And dont think this whole thing was me saying that my wife was a bad person, because she wasnt. Ive never in all my travelling the world met anybody
like her. Drugs change a person. Made her do things that she never would have done otherwise. Things that were totally out of character. But I still
love her. I think Im ready to move on now, but Ill probably never 'completely' move on, if that makes sense.
So, if I leave a bit more out of the story, it brings me right up to the point where Im sitting here at my desk typing a post on BTS. Life is better.
I was depressed for a long time and probably at times not being the best father I could have been, but life is better. Not perfect. Just better.