Random thought I had from nowhere today, my now best friend is supposed to be moving away at the end of the month middle of next depending how things work out with school for her. We talk or text about every day but have not seen each other in a while or got to spend anytime together. We use to go once a week and find something to do for a while, but then we both were in school and I didn’t have my truck because of the accident. By the time I got my truck back she and I both had started working and going to school still at the same time. I have the weekends off and she works all weekend and has a couple of week days off. We are trying to make time to see each other now before she goes away. She is hoping that they take and do this operation in the next week or two so that she could go with me and be there.
I got to thinking about when we started to talk and go places together. I wasn’t sure what to think, how much to trust her or close to get to her. I meet her through RC, her husband and him worked together and knew each other for a long time and they were all friends and close. They knew his ex-wife and had tried to be friends with her and things. I didn’t know if she was just trying to get information and keep tabs on me for him or to try to help him pull something and try to get the baby. Right after I left from the place me and RC were staying together and I went back to my house she called me and wanted to know what was going on and things. I told her everything and everything that went on how he went on his trip came home and what all he said I found out he been planning this all along. What he said about the baby and thing. I figured if she was trying to get info for him let her go back and tell him I didn’t care I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true. She was shocked and mad then started telling me how he borrowed stuff from them and when they went to get it back he head and refused to even come out and talk to them or anything. How he came straight to the shop and talked to her husband and told him all this shit that supposedly happen between me and him and why I wasn’t there and had moved. Like he was bragging about what he did and her husband jumped his ass and told him he thought it was really shitty and how he was wrong and that he needed to grow up and start acting like a man and I don’t
know what all. I am glad he went and ran his mouth and told him whatever it was he told them because when I told them what all went on they knew I was telling the truth. I didn’t make anything up I didn’t try to make anything out to be anything more than it was or wasn’t and told them just how it was so they knew they could trust me.
But anyway I was thinking about when we started talking and how I would take my older kids to school pick up the little girl I was watching and head to pick her up for the day to go do whatever we were supposed to do and I would be half way there and she would call or text me and tell me she couldn’t go she was sick and this or that happen and she couldn’t go. I would be so mad because I took the time to get all the kids dressed and ready and got them out of the house and spent my time and gas to get there or half way there for her to tell me she wasn’t going. If I had known I could have done something else or wouldn’t have had to make the kids get ready and stop whatever they were doing to go out. But most the time when she would do that I would just go ahead up that way since we were all ready and out. I would go by and pick my dad up and we would spend the day together running around doing things and take the kids and do stuff with them. I had got back into the habit or routine of seeing my dad all the time again and really doing more with him than I had in the past in a long time because of it.
I got to thinking would I have really spent that much time with my dad or started going around and seeing him as much again and would my kids have gotten to spend all that much time with him as they did the last couple years before he passed if she hasn’t decided at the last-minute to not go? I use to see my dad all the time at least two or three times a week until me and RC got together and father of the year moved in with him. I still seen him a lot but didn’t spend the time with him like I had in the past. Him living with my brother and not having a place of his own made us have to go out and do something because me and my brother didn’t get along and I did not go in his house. I would pull up and pick my dad up and we would go find something to do and he did not mind so much because it got him out of my brother’s house and away from there for a while since he didn’t have a car. It was hard to for the time he was with father of the year and with my brother because he didn’t have a car. When he had a car if I wasn’t at his house he would be showing up at mine. So him not having a car made it hard because if we did want to do something or for him to just come over and spend sometime I had to go pick him up and bring him back and then run him all the way home. I didn’t mind doing it, it’s just that the extra time it takes to run back and forth I didn’t always have. I may have time to see him or do something if we could meet up or he wanted to come by the house but I didn’t always have time to go pick him up and have time to still do anything.
So I guess her not being able to do things those days were some ones way of making sure I spent some time with my dad before everything happened and my kids to get to spend time with him and make memories.
And in the end gave me a friend to be there by my side when I was going through everything with my dad and now whatever happens with me in the next few weeks. It is going to be hard when she leaves. I know we can still talk and text all the time but it just isn’t going to be the same knowing she is so far away and I can’t just get in the truck show up and kidnap her for the day when I do have free time and I
Random thought I had from nowhere today, my now best friend is supposed to be moving away at the end of the month middle of next depending how things work out with school for her. We talk or text about every day but have not seen each other in a while or got to spend anytime together. We use to go once a week and find something to do for a while, but then we both were in school and I didn’t have my truck because of the accident. By the time I got my truck back she and I both had started working and going to school still at the same time. I have the weekends off and she works all weekend and has a couple of week days off. We are trying to make time to see each other now before she goes away. She is hoping that they take and do this operation in the next week or two so that she could go with me and be there.
I got to thinking about when we first started to talk and go places together. I wasn’t sure what to think, how much to trust her or close to get to her. I meet her through RC, her husband and him worked together and knew each other for a long time and they were all friends and close. They knew his ex wife and had tried to be friends with her and things. I didn’t know if she was just trying to get information and keep tabs on me for him or to try and help him pull something and try to get the baby. Right after I left from the place me and RC were staying together and I went back to my house she called me and wanted to know what was going on and things. I told her everything and everything that went on how he went on his trip came home and what all he said I found out he been planning this all along. What he said about the baby and thing. I figured if she was trying to get info for him let her go back and tell him I didn’t care I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true. She was shocked and mad then started telling me how he borrowed stuff from them and when they went to get it back he head and refused to even come out and talk to them or anything. How he came straight to the shop and talked to her husband and told him all this shit that supposedly happen between me and him and why I wasn’t there and had moved. Like he was bragging about what he did an her husband jumped his ass and told him he thought it was really shitty and how he was wrong and that he needed to grow up and start acting like a man and I don’t
know what all. I am glad he went and ran his mouth and told him whatever it was he told them because when I told them what all went on they knew I was telling the truth. I didn’t make anything up I didn’t try to make anything out to be anything more than it was or wasn’t and told them just how it was so they knew they could trust me.
But anyway I was thinking about when we first started talking and how I would take my older kids to school pick up the little girl I was watching and head to pick her up for the day to go do whatever we were supposed to do and I would be half way there and she would call or text me and tell me she couldn’t go she was sick and this or that happen and she couldn’t go. I would be so mad because I took the time to get all the kids dressed and ready and got them out of the house and spent my time and gas to get there or half way there for her to tell me she wasn’t going. If I had known I could have did something else or wouldn’t have had to make the kids get ready and stop whatever they were doing to go out. But most the time when she would do that I would just go ahead up that way since we were all ready and out. I would go by and pick my dad up and we would spend the day together running around doing things and take the kids and do stuff with them. I had got back into the habit or routine of seeing my dad all the time again and really doing more with him than I had in the past in a long time because of it.
I got to thinking would I have really spent that much time with my dad or started going around and seeing him as much again and would my kids have gotten to spend all that much time with him as they did the last couple years before he passed if she hasn’t decided at the last minute to not go? I use to see my dad all the time at least two or three times a week until me and RC got together and father of the year moved in with him. I still seen him a lot but didn’t spend the time with him like I had in the past. Him living with my brother and not having a place of his own made us have to go out and do something because me and my brother didn’t get along and I did not go in his house. I would pull up and pick my dad up and we would go find something to do and he did not mind so much because it got him out of my brothers house and away from there for a while since he didn’t have a car. It was hard to for the time he was with father of the year and with my brother because he didn’t have a car. When he had a car if I wasn’t at his house he would be showing up at mine. So him not having a car made it hard because if we did want to do something or for him to just come over and spend sometime I had to go pick him up and bring him back and then run him all the way home. I didn’t mind doing it, it’s just that the extra time it takes to run back and forth I didn’t always have. I may have time to see him or do something if we could meet up or he wanted to come by the house but I didn’t always have time to go pick him up and have time to still do anything.
So I guess her not being able to do things those days were some ones way of making sure I spent some time with my dad before everything happened and my kids to get to spend time with him and make memories.
And in the end gave me a friend to be there by my side when I was going through everything with my dad and now whatever happens with me in the next few weeks. It is going to be hard when she leaves. I know we can still talk and text all the time but it just isn’t going to be the same knowing she is so far away and I can’t just get in the truck show up and kidnap her for the day when I do have free time and I know she is home. I guess I will just have to start planning for a road trip for the weekend and start saving some money to disappear so I can show up and kidnap her for a day or two and we can spend some time together. With the price of gas it shouldn’t be do hard all I will really need is to have gas money and some money to eat on for the time we are there. We can stay with her while we are there and not have to worry about paying for rooms and things. If I still have my job I will start earning some sick and leave time once we move to our new jobs and have been on them for 30 days. Plus if I leave on a Friday and come back on Sunday I shouldn’t miss any time or just a day or two.
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