Eggs and Tortillas with Enrique

Been a few weeks since I've sat down in front of this so-called journal of mine.

Still debating with myself on whether or not I am going crazy...

My therapist told me that it is a good start, and encouraged me to continue, so here I am. I was also reminded that taking off my wedding ring would help in the process of healing my deep rooted anger at the outcome of the marriage. I still disagree, there is no deep rooted anger at the marriage, just at the cum guzzling gutter slut that I used to share a bed with. I will continue to wear it because I believe in what it represents, until a judge gives out the decree that the facade, the game, the mockery of the sanctity of this marriage is over.

As I write, the words of my therapist ring in my ears...

Think positive...

Think positive...

I am sitting here enjoying the best part of the day with the meal whose precise packaging cannot be compared to any other, breakfast cereal. Here in my new apartment, sitting on the floor, using a moving box as my table, I realize that I stand alone in my quest of obtaining my 7th consecutive employee of the year award. An accomplishment unparalleled by anyone else in the company, and can only be compared to......well, nothing. Nothing is of this magnitude.

Everyday, people young and old who need their sugar and fiber fix need me, they turn to me in their time of need to feast upon the most important meal of the day. I may not make the cereal they are shoveling into their mouths, but more importantly, I oversee the packaging of that cereal. Without my careful guidance and direction, it would not reach the public for all to enjoy. Without me, kids would be malnourished, the elderly would have problems with their digestive tracts, adults would have lost memories of Saturday morning cartoons, the transportation and food stores unemployment rates would soar....yes, without me, my fellow Americans would suffer.

Sitting here, I can't stop thinking about what has happened. Me, a packaging manager extraordinaire, respected by all, being dumped for a simple third world junk dealer. The wretched witch says he is an exotic antiques dealer, like that is to make me feel better, whatever, to me he is a real life Julio Fuentes, Fred Sanford's neighbor.

While I am enjoying this tasty cereal and all of its deliciousness that was packaged to perfection under my watchful eye, I hope Jenny is choking on her eggs and corn tortillas with Enrique.

Mephistopheles and the Chamber of Facebook

Here I am.

Alone in my new apartment writing to a blog.

Am I going crazy?

6 months ago Jenny, my wife, left me for some Latin twat named Enrique. I've been going to counseling and my therapist advised me to start journaling my thoughts, feelings and my experiences I'm going through. I'm not one to keep a personal diary so I thought I would try out this blog thing finally. I hope those that find this blog can relate and realize you're not the only one out there suffering. Whether you are male or female - hope this blog helps you through your difficult times.

My therapist also thought it would be a good idea for me to remove my wedding ring. Unfortunately it won't come off due to its deep rooted commitment and spite. I also believe in the sanctity of marriage unlike my deceiving, lying, knife me in the groin communist wife. She stopped wearing her treacherous ring of lies while we were still living together.

Anyways, a little about myself. I have 3 wonderful children, Katie who is in High School, Betty who is in Jr. High, and Becky who is in elementary. The girls are with Mephistopheles most of the time which leaves me with a lot of time to bask in the glory of my 6 year running Employee of the Year Awards. 8 more months and I break the all time record for my company. Like my therapist says, I need to focus on all the positives I can, and lets be honest, employee of the year is pretty freakin amazing.

Yesterday, I received some interesting texts from my sister asking if Becky was starting soccer on Friday. I took a small break from working towards my 7th straight employee of the year award to text back, "What are you talking about?"

My sister who has Jenny on her facebook friends list took her time in writing me back, "It's all over Facebook, she enrolled Becky into soccer, it starts this Friday and she is going to be a soccer mom now."

What the...??? Becky was never into soccer. What, now the loser Enrique has convinced one of my little angels to play his socialism bullshit sport? Are you serious? Soccer? That is for poor children in Latin America that use a rock for a ball and a hole in the ground for a goal.

How is it that all of Facebook knows what my own daughters are doing before I even know? I, her amazing 6 year in a row employee of the month, father? How is that possible? It's bullshit.

I hope Jenny gets ghonnerea in her whore mouth and dies.