ok, so here is the truth for everyone to read. apparently no one cares enough to ask even though they care enough to discuss it. (please don't ever wonder why the world hates christians - it is really hard for me not to right now and many of you are supposed to be my friends, my sunday school teachers, my parents friends, and so on.)
Truth #1 - Dianna and I are proceeding toward a divorce. I did the filing. No, I'm not going to tell you all the reasons why. It is estimated that this will be finalized (according to Dianna's attorney) before the month of Feb is out.
Truth #2 - I live alone in an apartment in Little Rock, AR. I do not have a maid, a pet, or a room mate of either sex. My name is the only name on the lease and there are no plans for anyone to join me in the occupancy of #3106.
Truth #3 - I have never hit anyone in my entire life. I most certainly did not hit or even remotely threaten to hit, smack, or otherwise cause harm to Dianna.
Truth #4 - Currently my income is higher, but not much different than it was several months ago. I am trying to do the best I can to support 2 families, which is impossible. Along with the state required percentage of my income I have been paying Dianna's house payment and car insurance. It is not my goal to see my 7 year old son and his mother live on the street or out of their car.
Truth #5 - I do not have feelings of hostility toward Dianna or any of my old friends or acquaintances in Kerrville. I am however constantly surprised to hear about how people almost got involved, but they didn't feel they should have or didn't want to make matters worse. Hello, how can things get worse? I have told people this for years - - Christians are called to get involved in other peoples lives. They are called to love them, support them, and kick their ass when they are supposed to. In my opinion the best way to show someone that you really don't give a shit is to not get involved in their life. I guess I don't need to say anything else. For the record, my cell number is still the same.
