Another year chalked up at my house, nowadays it’s my house, for many it was our house but that’s life. The other funny factor, being in the same anywhere for more than three years is very anti-Maggi given my past propensity for moving around to further my old man’s boring-ass career. Today’s anniversary on the day I acquired this house is bittersweet. Keeping it was the main struggle in settling the divorce with Somara since she felt she was entitled to half its equity…the thanks I get for finally putting her on the mortgage if I died and putting a roof over her head for 18 years. As the other cliché goes, no good deed goes unpunished, especially if you’re male; it’s always our fault when the marriage fails.
Bitter? A tad. Getting by on just the one income is really biting me in the ass and the house needs work as it has aged. Remember the roof I had to buy last July, ouch. Then all I have to do is remember how much I hate moving, setting up utilities, the sore muscles and the assorted bullshit which comes with the process.
Thanks for sticking by me and I do wish Somara well in her quest to find her own place. I think she’ll gain a greater appreciation for responsibility I had to handle for practically two exhausting decades.