First let me say it has been forever since I have written here and I truly missed it at times. I honestly got into a real funk after mom passed away and just didn't want to share, talk or write at all.
So let me catch you up to speed a little.
October 14, 2015 , Matthew and I moved to Windsor Ontario from Toronto and we hadon't bought a house here and totally renovated it.it was not an easy nor fast transition for either of us from Toronto to Windsor.
On October 23rd of 2015 we lost our beloved Storm due to cancer. One of the hardest days for me and for Matt , I am sure. I still miss her everyday.
We had many struggles over the last couple years. Which we have worked hard together to overcome and accomplished that as a couple.
In April of 2016, we finally moved into our house after six long months of not living there and doing Renovations, including a basement dig out and entire gut of the entire house down to the studs. Talk about stressful.
On April 18th 2016, we got the call my father had passed away from cancer after a very short battle.
This was hard but also somewhat of closure as it meant I truly had no immediate family left. I now only have some cousins and stuff in my life.
The summer here was lovely and filled with gardening and landscaping and redoing and renovating another property.
Finished that in late August. On Sept 3rd of 2016 we were shocked to get the call that Matthew's father had suddenly passed away. Another sad year first us to both lose our fathers, as only two short years earlier we both lost our mom's. Sometime life just socks it to you.
On August 23, we lost our gorgeous black cat and baby girl Nadja from cancer and we're both devastated. This is when I realized who some of my true friends were and who wasn't. Steve and Sheila who we had met on vacation in Cuba, we're soon to be out of our lives.
Noone will ever tell me it was just a cat or just a dog. If you do, I will say to you it was just time to move on.
Anyhow with all lives little twists and turns, we are in Windsor, a bit busy but I will do my best to write here every chance I can. Hugs and good night. Off to finish watching my Australian open Tennis. I should be in bed.
Monday, January 23, 2017
A Story from Years Ago
I remember years ago and School and how it was not so great for me but there are several times that stand out more than anyone will ever know.
One of the worst and most painful times for me was in Grade eight or nine gym class I believe it was. Please don't quote me on the grade, I am getting older you know.
We were outside for Physed class and playing tag team football.
For me , let me just make this perfectly clear being a young gay person in a small twon and also being a scronny little man , I was never comfortable with gym class and let me make this clear, I never showered nor did I ever change at school, if it was a gym day that's what I wore to school or I would skip that class.
Anyhow, back to the tag team football, I participated this day and was so not happy to have to play a touch sport with my fellow male classmates though I did try.
We were playing football and I remember trying to tag a class mate Brad Urichuck and I guess I missed the tag and slapped his back or ass or something and all of a sudden you would have sworn I had committed a murder, Brad and Jeff Simpson were yelling at me and calling me a fag and a girl and saying I only slap cause I am gay, this went on for a few minutes.
I eventually left that day while still in gym class and just went home. what was I suppose to do, I have all these boys who I thought we my friends calling me fairy, fag, gay, hell I didn't even know what those words were.
I just went home and hid in my bedroom and cried for hours. I don't think I was ever so sad or scared in my life and I just hated myself instead of being ashamed of them for meaking fun of me for trying and for doing my best, I was ashamed of me. Well that doesn't happen anymore!
It was one of the last gym classes I ever attended as I got mom to come to the doctor with me and he wrote some sort of note to get me out until the end of the year.
Boys were so mean to me and so were some girls, I have forgiven but never forgotten the bullying I lived with and am sure I never will. People need to learn the most hurtful things in life are mean words and things we say.
I never went to back to school after the first semester of grade ten and got my high school diploma through correspondence courses and exams and GED exams , but I did it without all the ridicule and name calling that I tolerated for years.
One of the worst and most painful times for me was in Grade eight or nine gym class I believe it was. Please don't quote me on the grade, I am getting older you know.
We were outside for Physed class and playing tag team football.
For me , let me just make this perfectly clear being a young gay person in a small twon and also being a scronny little man , I was never comfortable with gym class and let me make this clear, I never showered nor did I ever change at school, if it was a gym day that's what I wore to school or I would skip that class.
Anyhow, back to the tag team football, I participated this day and was so not happy to have to play a touch sport with my fellow male classmates though I did try.
We were playing football and I remember trying to tag a class mate Brad Urichuck and I guess I missed the tag and slapped his back or ass or something and all of a sudden you would have sworn I had committed a murder, Brad and Jeff Simpson were yelling at me and calling me a fag and a girl and saying I only slap cause I am gay, this went on for a few minutes.
I eventually left that day while still in gym class and just went home. what was I suppose to do, I have all these boys who I thought we my friends calling me fairy, fag, gay, hell I didn't even know what those words were.
I just went home and hid in my bedroom and cried for hours. I don't think I was ever so sad or scared in my life and I just hated myself instead of being ashamed of them for meaking fun of me for trying and for doing my best, I was ashamed of me. Well that doesn't happen anymore!
It was one of the last gym classes I ever attended as I got mom to come to the doctor with me and he wrote some sort of note to get me out until the end of the year.
Boys were so mean to me and so were some girls, I have forgiven but never forgotten the bullying I lived with and am sure I never will. People need to learn the most hurtful things in life are mean words and things we say.
I never went to back to school after the first semester of grade ten and got my high school diploma through correspondence courses and exams and GED exams , but I did it without all the ridicule and name calling that I tolerated for years.
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