As with all the typical cases, David Hojak’s Vegas “marriage” lasted less than a total of two in-person years… and the ending was vicious.
By the time she left me, I was beginning a new career as I “medically” recovered. While grasping a new career which I’d taken a sudden, headlong dive into… I arrived one day to an empty home. She’d left me, as she’d had a friend collecting “charity fund” donations to ship her home. It wasn’t surprising. She didn’t cook, clean, drive, eat healthily, or really take care of herself for any other reason than going outside. She didn’t even have the strength in her fingers to type-up a quick “goodbye” email. Of course, I didn’t learn she was this useless until I’d try to show her a more humane climate… if even by way of a different state than her own. Maybe one where summers got hotter than seventy degrees.
It was around the end of 2012. Once alone, David Hojak’s allocated finances, got him back to Southern California. Though only there a few months, he spent it indulging in an opportunity… one he’d craved since high school with one particular woman.
… and in their brief time together, he brutally found out why fate had divided them so divinely.
Searching for the Ground With My Good Eye Closed
We’d only recently started talking over the years up till then via social media. Having not seen each other since high school… “Girl S” was quick to offer “reprieve” once the ex-wife kicked rocks. Over the course of the few nights after the eventual-ex’s departure, Girl S & I talked electronically… then via phone, Mutually & with eagerness, in late 2018, I made my way back out to Southern California. Then, upon arrival & for nostalgia’s sake… “playtime” began.
Before leaving Las Vegas, I had to gather what belongings would fit in my car… my only method of transportation. I took all that’d fit in my car… four huge boxes (out of a two-bedroom condo & a lifetime’s worth of possessions) and a suitcase with clothes… then, I said goodbye to yet another home in life, due to the sudden onset of crisis. I was moving on damn-near no notice, interstate, via a Sedan. This already sucked sack in spades.
I had to leave some of the things that my parents & relatives had left me in their passing… things I’ll never replace or ever even see again… because I had no way to take them with me.
I Don’t Remember Half the Time if I’m Hiding or I’m Lost
This was only the first wave I’d experienced of losing damn-near everything I owned as an adult. The story of how I lost what I did is another one, for another time.
After the soon-to-be Ex-Wife cost me within her capacity, I planned to leave the state & journey further back west. More than 260 miles worth of driving took just under four hours… but nightly dinners on the town and large-breasted sexual inundations awaited. Mind you, Girl S claimed she “got” why my soon-to-be-ex-wife bailed-out on me. She seemed “FULLY AWARE” that my condition hadn’t been effectively medicated, though it’d been diagnosed… all this, despite how disingenuous her “awareness” actually was.
Of everyone who’d “seen” my most impacting medical ailments then for themselves… I’d known her the longest of them all. By far, she handled it the WORST of anyone I’ve seen witness it, or that I’ve been close to since. Within literally a moment’s lapsed timespan, I went from pining over & craving this woman for years… to literally wishing I’d never been cursed with knowledge of her existence. Entirely minded that I’d ALREADY sacrificed 95% of everything I ever owned for a chance with her, disappointment was foremost. Because of her, I lost family heirlooms & hand-me-downs from deceased parents that I’ll never replace. The karma she spiritually invoked by deliberately condemning me with such life-level dishonesty is unforgivable. Ultimately, she will see hers in time.
Speaking of time, time can heal all wounds… but selectively, and it’s always the deepest cuts that are most treacherous via inevitability, yet torturous over time.
Looking for the Paradigm So I Can Pass It Off
The three-months her & I spent physically “familiarizing ourselves” with each other flew by, as good times often do. After only slightly less than two & a half months, we discussed a serious long-term relationship between us. I was ready to jump from Nevada back to Cali, reunite with a high school-crush… and maybe even help her raise her kids. Yet suddenly one day, she disappeared from her own home. Then suddenly, I found myself “kicked out” with no notice… because of an ever-so-immediate medical emergency that led to Police tending to me, rather than Paramedics.
While with her, we spent our nights “catching up,” watching movies (fractionally) & functionally “entertaining ourselves” repetitiously/at-will. Friend/relatives of hers I met seemed decently honest, and her underlings didn’t irritate me, so I was comfortable enough there. Around the 90-day mark, though… curiously enough, my belongings disappeared, having “gotten stolen” from her storage unit… when it was “BROKEN INTO.” Of course, all of this is according to her. I’ve NEVER seen the police report she apparently filed citing the date or incident. Come to think of it, nor have I seen any paperwork from the storage… though she claims she filed reported the break-in with BOTH. And though I’ve no solid ground to stand on in knowing she’s deceptive about my things being stolen, I digress. Even though not a single thing of hers got stolen in that incident, it gets even better than that.
Soon after being robbed, stranger things began happening. She’d leave me alone without saying anything in advance, most notably… then, she’d offer awkward explanations on where she’d “been” or had to go… even though I’d asked for none at all. It wasn’t like relationship rules were in place or anything… but I suddenly found the way she “acted” to be unusual. That lasted about a week and a half, though. It wasn’t until she actually saw me have this variety of affliction health-wise that she went into “panic mode.”
Within a fiscal fԩԩking quarter of arriving back in Southern California to stay with that “friend”… the last of my things got “stolen,” I almost died & was then “dismissed” by police, unforeseeably & unjustifiably. Her & I haven’t talked since. Surely, she won’t burn in hell or anything. And the law let her get away with every last bit of it.
Swiftly & with no notice, nights I’d spent providing reasons for her to change her bed sheets became nights alone. An uncle rescued me at the peak of the crisis… and what I thought would become “family there for family” became anything but. Mind you, this was the same family I’d watched take from my grandparents when they died. As the sickness-stricken, crisis-motivated younger adult family member, I was looked down upon. Due to deteriorating health, I wasn’t there for six months before I found myself swiftly ejected AGAIN with no notice. This time, it wasn’t a high-school crush………… it was actual family.
Painted Blue Across My Eyes, Tied the Linen On
Instances will “offer themselves,” where security seems inevitable and betterment appears in tandem. Finding fault with something that’s done as a favor is known as “looking a gift horse in the mouth.” So often, I’ve found myself in instances throughout life where my obstacles are as such.
Security is never an inevitability, no matter how green those pastures look. There is also no such thing as a favor done with no expectation of some variety of “return.” Anyone whose told you anything otherwise either wants you dead, or is in dire need of a neurological evaluation. My authoring work goes into MUCH more detail than these brief pieces do, about my life’s most “entertaining” stages. It would be unfair to spoil all the best parts via my “blog site.” Surely, I’ll keep authoring, sometimes reflectively… but it’ll primarily document positive reflections or outcomes.
We all start out “in this alone,” but it doesn’t have to stay that way for everyone. Some of us figure it out. The rest die miserably.
“If I took you for a ride, would you take it wrong? Or would you make it right?”
~ Chris Cornell
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