Ink

This weekend I finally got my second tattoo. Not exactly what I planned on it being, but I cannot say I'm not damn pleased. It's an R.W.E. quote: "Always do what you are afraid to do." I've relied on these words so much in the last few months it's a little scary. This has to be one of the most inspirational quotes I've read. After all, this is the quote that led me to sending that message to BOTH Stephanie and Jeremy, the catalyst that finally separated them and granted her to me.

To the victor go the spoils? I guess, but I don't like thinking of her as a prize. I just think of it as fighting for the one I love to separate her from somebody that, even if it was the one time as he said, abused her. Physically. Yeah, his word against her's but I saw photographic evidence and that says more than either of them could. That was proof it happened, all the proof I needed to intervene.

Now the challenge is to move to Florida and be with my beloved Stephie. This will, in all honesty, be the hardest part. I have to save up the money because I'm going to be driving down so I can keep my car. I'm going to have to get checks or set up the on-line bill pay via my bank (they ahve physical addresses, so I should be able to get it done :D). This will at least save me, for the time being, $200 a month. Plus living with her till we can get our own place. PLUS an honest and true combined income. Life will look so much better this way...

One can hope and pray.

Also, reading over this blog, it's amazing to see the cycles of emotions I've gone through... I'm truly fucking insane...