Ok, so life has an apparent grudge on me. Testing me to see how far I am willing to go before I break, and to be honest I am very fucking close. But let me just give you a run down of the shit that has gone on within the past week or so.

Found out I was going to be a father, then my wife miscarries.

sister in law needed a place to stay for a couple of days because she is moving in with her sister in a state over, once she gets there, she abandons her other two children (she has 4, 2 of which were already staying with her sister) and runs off with yet another guy that she has met over world of warcraft.  Sister cant find nor call her so turns her into child services which then places all four of her children in foster care until the time she is found or is arrested on child abandonment charges. My wife and I offer to adopt all four kids, no luck. We don't make enough money, nor live in a big enough house.

My tooth has been acting up all week and last week so I go yesterday to have it pulled.  Roots are all screwy, dentist ends up taking some of my bone out with the roots and tooth itself. but now its just fucking sore instead of painful, so all in all, not a bad moment. (BTW it was the second molar on the upper right of my jaw.

I go out today because a lady calls up my dad and needs to purchase something from my shop. I get there and make $40 and think to myself, "Wow, dad told me I could keep this since I went out to help them, so I think I'll get some gas, a pop, and a honey bun.  I do just that and think, wow, this day is going to go by smoothly. Possibly my first good day in over a week.  Well, anyway, my wife calls me up and says she wants to get out of the house because she has been fussing with her mother (which lives with us) for about an hour now.  I get home and we decide to go ahead and take my truck since im already driving it. Then decide to go to the new flea market near the harley davidson dealership about 35 miles away.  Doesnt take us long to get there, and we roam the new place inside and out. She meets her grandpa and chats with him for a few minutes, I meet a third cousin in a booth she has set up and we all talk for about 30 minutes before going our seperate ways.   My wife and I get into the truck, turn the key  *click*  "You have got to be fucking kidding me!?" (turns key) *click*................. *click*...............  *click* *click* *click*

Now keep in mind the shit ive already gone through this week and last, imagine all of the stress, emotional and physical pain I have had to endure.................  Now imagine a 6 foot 6 inch tall 350lbs man going fucking balistic in a crowded parking lot because his truck wont fucking start.

Yes, I finally snapped. Im just glad I left my firearms at home today otherwise I may have done something far worse than just beat the fuck out of my truck with a ball bat.

That plus Im lucky my friends were working today (Yes they are cops and they had been called out to the scene)

After talking me down and getting a jumpstart, I went home, or so I thought until I broke down again half way there, but managed to pull into a car lot that I saw someone leaving from.  after a few calls I finally got a jumpstart from a guy that just happened to be driving by, the calls were to ask others for help.  Well, the vehicle was started but quit as soon as the guy who jumped my truck left the parking lot.  stuck again.  I go over and into the car lot, entering a building only to see all the lights in the show room and down every hall and room.  "You have got to be kidding me.........."  So I call out and go back into every room. NOONE was there.  and I mean literally NOONE.  I get ready to go out the door I came in when I see a wall mounted board with every key to every car in the entire lot, just hanging there by the door.

Now, the mischevious side of me sees them and thinks. "OMG, this is fantastic! I can steal a car or truck and just go nucking futz before being put away into a mental institution for the remainder of my days.  Then I see my wife in the truck, sitting there, waiting patiently while I get help.  Shes already lost two kids now, shes endure far more pain and suffering than I have throughout her life. (her family is fucking crazy) Now she is just waiting there, for me to get help.  I call a couple local places, NAPA and advance auto parts.  NAPA is closed, and advance doesn't have enough guys working in order to send out someone to fix/replace my battery.

So I do the next best thing, I call the cops and tell them that the business I had just entered doesn't have any stoff on duty, but the doors were wide open. well, the one I walked through anyway.

My wife comes over to the building about the time im walking out and asks me if I got any help, I tell her whats happened and we wait for the poice to show up.  She apparently called my mother to help us out as well.

Well, the cop gets there and we walk up to him, introduce ourselves as the ones who called them. He goes in and starts looking for anyone else on the premesis.  noones there, of course.  so he goes to find contact info for the owner of the shop.  after that, my mother arrives and we take my battery to advance to get recharged.

after that we go back to my truck and I make it home, barely.  Now im sitting here. twitching ever so often, on the brink of going insane.  This is not made up, every bit of it is true.  So now the fun part.  

As of this moment, all stories are on hiatus. possibly a week, maybe more. I don't know.  I am just to stressed to do anything as of this moment.  so then, see you guys in a couple of weeks.  I will not even be getting on the site for this time, so thank you in advance for the comments.