Sometimes Awkward, Sometimes Brilliant: A Journey Of Self-Discovery

Have you ever wondered what projectile cat vomit sounds like from above your head? No? Me either, but I sure as hell found out... Stop reading now if you don't wanna find out.. or don't your choice..  So I have three cats one orange one called Alistor. One kitten that is two faced.. half black half orange called Bellatrix. And one grey fluffy one who is named Monty. This story focuses on the grey one. This morning when I got up the cats were out of food. I went to feed them and the bag was empty. I thought that's fine I'll grab food after work no big deal.. So work is done I come home and feed the cats. If you have ever had a cat you know that when their dish is empty it is like the end of the world and they let you know about it..  I feed them, the grey one Monty jumps up right away to eat. He apparently feels the most "starved and neglected." Their dish is up on the dryer because my dog will eat their food. Anyhow no big deal. Fill the bowl walk ...

So in my last blog I eluded to the fact that I had dealt with some pretty strong PTSD.  I honestly didn't even see it coming.  So I have to take you back a little bit if you want to know how it all started.. I have gone through a pretty difficult separation with lawyers and judges and courts and police and evidence and documents. I don't need to get into specifics but let's just say it took 3-4 years before the truth exposed itself and I got full custody.  Now the ex I am referring to has a 'mother' that was somewhat of a handful.. She couldn't be trusted when I and the ex were together let alone after. She had a serious drug problem mixed with anger issues and a full-on "woe is me complex". The 'mother' was cut out of my life before the ex and I even split because of domestic assault issues with her. After I received full custody my ex disappeared and has not spoken to me in almost two years; however, the 'mother' felt entitled to havi...