Jeremiah Hall Palmer (Introduction for COLL300 – Spring Semester 2012)

The following is another homework related writing:

Hello, everyone, my name is Jeremiah, and I am lousy at introductions; even more so these days—we’ll get to that shortly. I’m an early thirty-something from Cynthiana, Kentucky that’s fairly reserved and relatively shy and quiet—my writing is about the only time that I speak at any length; most likely because I can do so without fear of embarrassment. My feelings and emotions are usually a great influence on my performance, especially with regard to writing—this will be very evident if we hit a subject or work that I feel passionate about.

I am married, but separated; I have no idea as to whether there will be any chance of reconciliation. I used to be able to write at great length about my family, which made introductions much easier; these days, however…

I had pledged my life to a wonderful woman just a few months my senior; we had been together for roughly nine years, married for eight, and had known each other since high school—I had first noticed her in my freshman year of high school when she stepped onto my bus for the first time (I believe we had even shared a seat on a couple of occasions). In 2003 our paths crossed once more with us finally declaring our love for another; in 2004 we were blessed with our first child, with two additional blessings coming later in 2006 and 2009. Our son—the first born—now resides with me in my parents’ finished attic; the girls are at home with her.

I still care for the kids when needs arise, primarily because the man that now shares her bed has no desire to be around children. I have no ill feelings about caring for the kids, other than it causes issue with attempting to locate employment, plus it is quite difficult to provide care when I am limited to the graces of my parents and am not allowed access to the girls’ primary home by order of the other man—except for alternating Saturdays and when he is left completely unaware.

I had attempted to take this course once before, but dropped off. It is difficult to keep motivated and focus on literature when my inspiration has left me, and keeps toying with my emotions—I would go further to explain this cat and mouse game she is playing with my heart, but now is not the time; I wouldn’t be surprised if I do leak a bit more on the topic in the writings that will come.

If you are curious to discover more about me you can search the Internet for “kg4vma” and find quite a bit…

Best of luck to everyone here, and don’t be surprised if I drop off—again—as my life is still in a whirlwind related to the separation.

To this posting, I received one response:

Jason Conley:

Wow. That is one heck of an introduction. It is unfortunate that you are going through so much. I have never understood how a woman can be with a man that does not accept her children. I am a stepfather of a great 16 year old. I have been raising her since she was four and love as if she were my own. I really hope the best for you. I cannot imagine what you are going through not being able to see your kids as much as you would like. My heart goes out to you and I hope you do not have to drop the class.