Oh well!

Here it is near the end of november and about to become december. 2010 was supposed to be the year I get my shit together. It was better after tthe housemates moved out and I thought it was going to be better after the ACTS retreat I participated in last month. Was not to be.
2010 has been the year I did catch up on bills and started to work some overtime and am almost "over" my first marriage. Although I am healthy, thanks to God, I do not always feel such. I am contending with my weight, 240lbs as of this morning. My laziness. I hope and pray I'm not getting depressed.
Now I can talk about problems with Amy, I think. I don't know. When it comes to Amy I don't know how much is menopause, how much is stress, how much could be depression, and how mush is simply me. Living with me and loving me isn't easy.
I have my personal issues. I am a divorced father of three daughters, two of them teens and one about to become 11 february next. I feel alone as if I have noone to talk to or maybe it's the responses of the people I do speak with. I feel like I have to get out more, meet new people.
Am coming to see a lot of similarities between Amy and Dana. Both will rot in front of the tv. Both can get lazy. Both have childhood abuse issues. At least Amy works and lives clean. Both can act out like immature little girls and pout and throw fits like a child. I think both are a little crazy, maybe manic depressive. Just hope and pray I'm not.
This has been a bad weekend. Had Stephanie over and Amy was a perfect horse's ass. Stephanie and I ran errands yesterday, mostly we watched dvd's, framed some posters I've had in storage for awhile. Bottom line, Amy and I not seeing eye to eye on my children. I wonder how my grandfather did it? How did those guys manage?
When I get into the shit, I think about my grandfathers. They were the real father figures in my life. More to follow later, december is just around the corner.