Proud of my son

Taron hit a ball tonight on his first swing! It was awesome! He made good contact with the ball and sent it right down the center. Unfortunately, the center fielder caught it. 🙁

It was awesome, though. Several of his team-mates sang praises for his hit. One of the parents told me that he had been robbed of that hit. It did feel like he had been robbed in a way, but the joy felt from him actually hitting a good one on the first try made up for it.

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Taron asked me tonight when I was coming back home. I told him I didn’t know.

I’ve been gone for nearly a year, now. I haven’t been living at home since July 28th of last year.

The kids questions of my return are becoming more frequent. The kids are also asking more for me to stay the night if I can’t come back, yet. They’ve also been asking about camping, as we had pretty much promised that we’d do it this summer, as soon as I came home.

I want to go home.

This past weekend didn’t help that much, either. Putting the kids to bed, and snuggling with our naked bodies pressed against one another in our bed… I wanted so badly to stay.

I hope I can come home soon.

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I started two more classes today, and haven’t gotten much homework done. I brought TaronMs computer back to mom’s with me so that I could do some more work; but, unfortunately, it seems that AT&T is having issues with the landlines out here.

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I’m soaking in the tub, trying to think if there is anything more that I should want to say.

I really don’t know why I have decided to keep a journal again. It hasn’t done me much good in the past. Most of the time, all it has done is stir up trouble, either from me saying something to upset someone or from reviewing things I’ve written in the past.

Maybe this time will be different.

I’m hoping so, anyway.

I’m hoping that I can once again write in order to share some of my feelings with Diana. She is listening to me again, and is making a good effort in doing so.

I love her so much.

I hope things keep looking up for us. I hope we continue to progress toward being a happy and functional couple and family.

Denise had called Diana the other night. It was quite random. They haven’t spoken since earlier last year, before all of our *major* problems occured. Diana told Denise that we had been experimenting with an open lifestyle and that when I expressed an interest in stopping she told me no. She said that the friction there, the fear and anger that built inside of me from her desire to continue without regard to my feelings, had caused me to break.

She shared that over the past six months or so (has it been that long?) we have been seeing a counselor and that it has done remarkable things for our relationship.

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I want to go home.

I miss my wife and children.

I want to go home.

Mirrored from Being Jeremiah Palmer.