Dating : Finding peace alone and without God

Sorry I haven’t been in regular contact, constant readers.

I’m wrapping up my third move in the last six months. I’ve been living like a fugitive since my ex-wife detonated my life by filing a PFA based entirely on lies.

At long last, I live in a house instead of a hotel or abandoned restaurant. I’m much happier, but I miss my nine year old son, Saul. Since the court believed my ex-wife’s unsubstantiated claims that I’m “aggressive,” I have no custody or visitation. Most of my family sided with her as well.

Some of my macho male friends are excited because they think I will smash the Pittsburgh bar scene to forget my troubles. I’m actually not that kind of person. In spite of my years of mixed martial arts and death metal, I’m a family man at heart. I got married because I loved my ex-wife.

I love my son more than anything and I’d rather take him kayaking than hit up the bar, yo. I’d rather have a wife or girlfriend I can trust and spend the weekends adventuring with her. I’d rather be in a solid indie band and working on a record than bringing home one night stands.

I wish I could rely on God and Jesus to help me get through times like this. However, I find that my wits, my motorcycle and my testicular fortitude are what counts. I’ve never found solace in prayer or in church. I’m not impressed with ceremonies or costumes.