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Posted: 3 January 2004 at 01:07:37

So far, 2004 has been good.

That’s kind of a funny thing to say on the second day of the year, isn’t it? I told Chadd tonight, “I haven’t seen any movies at all this year!” Hah!

I had a great day today. I got up early (well, early for me: before 9) and got a lot of work done. Then, around 2 or so, I went to the computer store and got some parts for a computer system a client in Logan needed us to build. I took all the stuff up to Logan, built the system, installed Windows on it (Ewwwwwww), fixed a few other things at their office, had dinner with Chadd, and came back home around 11:30 p.m.

I feel I had a good, productive day.

Tomorrow, I’m heading up to Ogden to help my brother-in-law Adam with a wiring project for one of his clients. I don’t think it will take too long. I should be back by early afternoon.

Hecticus Maximus Extremis

The saga of Smoochy* and Jennie is coming to a close. I don’t know how soon the close will come, but it’s coming. Jennie has decided to file for divorce. She may do this as soon as tomorrow, if she can get in to see her attorney.

Smoochy* had managed to coerce a handful of people into believing Jennie was substantially at fault for their marital problems. Namely, his parents and a friend of his. His parents, however, are learning more about how abusive Smoochy* has been and how he has misrepresented himself and Jennie.

I was thinking last night. Up until recently I had hoped, for Jennie’s sake, there was a possibility of a reconciliation for Smoochy* and Jennie. I was hopeful, especially when Smoochy* was not living in their house, they could work things out. Smoochy* was being kind and sensitive to Jennie and Jennie was being cautiously optimistic about the future.

After Smoochy* forced himself back into the house, however, he’d gone back to his old abusive ways and tried to find ways to make them look tame by comparison.

Now... I have no more hope. I guess that means I think the situation is hopeless.

I’ve also been thinking how unfortunate it is that the relationship I’ve had with Smoochy* has suffered so much because of this. Smoochy* refuses to blame himself for anything and I have been on the receiving end of his finger pointing on several occassions because I have supported Jennie.

But I don’t dislike Smoochy*. I hate how he treats his wife, the children of the world, and how he lies to, well, everyone, but I know he’s just a confused, immature guy who doesn’t know how to deal with the problems life has dealt him. To make it worse, however, he won’t face this truth. His pride won’t let him.

Many of us close to the situation have commented on how we feel bad for Smoochy*. I mentioned to Jennie’s friend Annie the other day, “I would hate to be Smoochy* on the day he wakes up and has that epiphany by which he realizes what he’s done.“

I hope, someday, after the smoke has cleared, the dust has blown over, and the radioactivity has returned to non-lethal levels for short-term human exposure, Smoochy* and I can again be family.

I wanted to send him e-mail saying this, but Christine said I should wait until the current crap that’s going on has passed.