My Sons

It would be so much easier to walk if I weren’t carrying around so much baggage……….mental baggage that is. I haven’t seen my sons in over 3 years. I miss them so much!!!!!!!!!!! Ever since my horrific accident October 12, 2003 I have only seen and been with my sons a couple of handfuls of times. The bitch (Linda-Lucinda) refuses to live up to the divorce decree!!!! After spending thousands of dollars on two different occasions to take her back to court and all she gets is a slap on the wrist by the ignorant Floridian judges who should basically know her by now on a first name basis, but I digress………. - I can no longer afford to keep taking her back to court. I am on disability!!!!
Whenever I walk and attempt to walk I think of my sons, Camden and Bowdoin Richardson ages 11 and 9 respectively and all the time I have missed with them. They were 4 and 2 and the time of the accident. I have missed being with them and raising them. Teaching them to play ball and read, play with them, in short, being their Dad. It hurts me so much!!!!!!!!!! I think about them as I walk as if they are with me walking and then something happens close to them and I have to move quickly in order to protect them. Do you know what I mean??? And I am unable to move quickly enough…….. This makes me so angry, sad and somewhat depressed.
Is there any wonder that my doctor has prescribed me a happy pill?? Linda, the ex-wife (Lucinda in my book) has stolen so much from me!!!!!! Hopefully one day she will get hers and perhaps it is beginning she just got caught for DUI. According to my prosthesis’, Jerald, I should clear my head and just walk. Easier said than done. I think that is why he wanted me to get one of those I-pod things to listen to music while I walk.