You don't give me money

So you can't rent space in my head

Dianne Schuch - Lindsey

Dianne Schuch - Lindsey
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Houston via Kenosha, Wisconsin, Texas, USA
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June 21
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A Heartbeat that never comes to rest
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This story begins last year, delves into the painful history starting 25 years ago and will end with the events that led to the devastating outcome in New Hampshire and the very unexpected results. The story is laced with the all too important life saver of humor, a certain amount of erotica, controversial experiences and painful decisions. Oh...and Music! My heart has gone into this as I have been a hermit for the past 14 months preparing and ultimately reliving the events that have put me here. And it is with you that I will find my way.

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JULY 1, 2012 1:19AM

A Rich Man's World ... IISTG p71

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This is an absolutely true story       Book Index

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"Run for your life from any man who tells you that money is evil. That sentence is the leper's bell of an approaching looter. "                           Ayn Rand


 

Mel and I were living the dream. Albeit, a little more broke than it should have been. Oscar Wilde said When I was young I thought that money was the most important thing in life; now that I am old I know that it is. I agree.

I worked contract jobs at anywhere from $50 to $75 an hour. But we were ALWAYS broke.

Worse, Mel was missing truck payments.

When we first set up housekeeping together, Mel took care of the bills, I gave her my paycheck and she took it from there. I know Devon costs a tidy sum, but we were also getting $800 dollars a month from her Devon’s dad.

When Devon" finally arrived home safe and sound from Hawaii, she was bitter and wrote a very "legalese" letter to her father demanding her child support.

Jackie and I had not been together since Devon was four. So he owed a tidy sum. I didn’t ask much of him in the divorce papers, only $100 a month. I didn’t want him to fight me for custody. Being gay in Texas was a sure fire way for this to happen. As a rule the contentious parent sues for custody thinking they can do a better job parenting for cheaper. I also really preferred he not have visitation and he was the sort that would not mind if it saved him money.

Devon also helped with information to Supportkids and they got an award of $800 a month after their fee of an additional 33%.   It's a wonderful organization that goes whereever the unpaying parent is and takes them to court  We are in Texas.  He was in Hawaii.  There is no way we could have otherwise done this.

So…Mel not making her payments on her truck was very disconcerting. As I have stated, I didn’t like argument or dissention, so I did what I could to keep the peace and solve this puzzle.

I got up at 3 or 4am made it to my sites by 5 and working until 7 or 8, maybe later at night. Mel worked from 3pm to 11pm at The Methodist Hospital, so she never knew when I arrived home. She did notice though, that I was getting home at weird hours and she actually accused me of cheating. Of course.

During one of confrontations, not only was I working tiring hours to make extra cash, but I had also been shopping at several malls and shopping centers for the materials needed to matt and frame all of her awards from the Coast Guard. It included photos I had enlarged. We didn’t have printing availabilities we have now and I would need to use a reprographics firm to get the final product. I was going to give these to her for X-mas.

“I know you are cheating”, I ended up showing her what I was doing to shut her up.

But I didn’t disclose the extra work hours.

I was also having a problem with her haranguing my clients for money. All my contracts had a turnaround of 45 days, but I found she was contacting them sometimes only after a week of my working for someone. It costs me projects and I had to confront her about it. She got quite upset with me, but she let up for those few weeks and I was able to get my money first hand instead of having her pick it up. No, I didn’t know she was getting the money early, I thought she was getting the checks in the mail. Turns out she was picking them up directly from my clients.

I picked up the most current check, and deposited in our account the amount she expected. I took the remainder, $5000, paid her late truck notes including astronomical fees, paying three months to Ford Motor Credit in advance. I also paid her insurance three months in advance. I didn’t want her to know, but soon she figured it out, and it wasn’t long before it happened again…and again I did the same thing. Essentially, she was not only spending the money she was supposed to be targeting these bills with, but she was spending the money I was paying in advance. An endless loop.

I was so frustrated by this turn of events. I started to get horrific migraines. Probably from lack of sleep, too much coffee, too many hours staring at a computer, too many contentious property and project managers, visiting project sights and lack of sleep.

Mel got very concerned and was certain it was my neck. She had the same symptoms when her neck needed surgery years past and she was convinced I needed the same.

One of these attacked piqued suddenly. On the way to a party at the Rheingold’s, a party we absolutely had to make, my neck was so bad I couldn’t turn my head. On the way there she stopped at a hospital in Houston where a friend worked in the pharmacy and she asked him for SOMA. We picked up the muscle relaxer and I took one on the way there.

Oh….My…God…..

They are like Quaaludes. If you are a child of the 60’s you understand.

Needless to say, I could get used to this.

And I did.

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Blog Directory (also see the links section to the left.)
Page 1 Why did you try to ekill yourself
Music: Abba/Rich man's world
By the way IISTG means If It Seems Too Good to be True


Yes, this is absolutely positively true. If you lived this wouldn't you write about it? Some of the names of characters in this blog are fictitious. This is an account of actual events. Some of the events have been compiled together for the flow of the story. Even when I read my own work, I wonder how it could be so. But if you study your own life and compartmentalize it into less than 200 pages, you would be surprised how interesting it really is!

 

TRUTH HAS WITNESSES (Dianne Lindsey) ©
This material is the copyright Dianne Schuch Lindsey and cannot be duplicated in any fashion without the express permission of the Author. All rights reserved ©

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This is an absolutely true story       Book Index

(click on video to turn off music)

"Run for your life from any man who tells you that money is evil. That sentence is the leper's bell of an approaching looter. "                           Ayn Rand


 

Mel and I were living the dream. Albeit, a little more broke than it should have been. Oscar Wilde said When I was young I thought that money was the most important thing in life; now that I am old I know that it is. I agree.

I worked contract jobs at anywhere from $50 to $75 an hour. But we were ALWAYS broke.

Worse, Mel was missing truck payments.

When we first set up housekeeping together, Mel took care of the bills, I gave her my paycheck and she took it from there. I know Devon costs a tidy sum, but we were also getting $800 dollars a month from her Devon’s dad.

When Devon" finally arrived home safe and sound from Hawaii, she was bitter and wrote a very "legalese" letter to her father demanding her child support.

Jackie and I had not been together since Devon was four. So he owed a tidy sum. I didn’t ask much of him in the divorce papers, only $100 a month. I didn’t want him to fight me for custody. Being gay in Texas was a sure fire way for this to happen. As a rule the contentious parent sues for custody thinking they can do a better job parenting for cheaper. I also really preferred he not have visitation and he was the sort that would not mind if it saved him money.

Devon also helped with information to Supportkids and they got an award of $800 a month after their fee of an additional 33%.   It's a wonderful organization that goes whereever the unpaying parent is and takes them to court  We are in Texas.  He was in Hawaii.  There is no way we could have otherwise done this.

So…Mel not making her payments on her truck was very disconcerting. As I have stated, I didn’t like argument or dissention, so I did what I could to keep the peace and solve this puzzle.

I got up at 3 or 4am made it to my sites by 5 and working until 7 or 8, maybe later at night. Mel worked from 3pm to 11pm at The Methodist Hospital, so she never knew when I arrived home. She did notice though, that I was getting home at weird hours and she actually accused me of cheating. Of course.

During one of confrontations, not only was I working tiring hours to make extra cash, but I had also been shopping at several malls and shopping centers for the materials needed to matt and frame all of her awards from the Coast Guard. It included photos I had enlarged. We didn’t have printing availabilities we have now and I would need to use a reprographics firm to get the final product. I was going to give these to her for X-mas.

“I know you are cheating”, I ended up showing her what I was doing to shut her up.

But I didn’t disclose the extra work hours.

I was also having a problem with her haranguing my clients for money. All my contracts had a turnaround of 45 days, but I found she was contacting them sometimes only after a week of my working for someone. It costs me projects and I had to confront her about it. She got quite upset with me, but she let up for those few weeks and I was able to get my money first hand instead of having her pick it up. No, I didn’t know she was getting the money early, I thought she was getting the checks in the mail. Turns out she was picking them up directly from my clients.

I picked up the most current check, and deposited in our account the amount she expected. I took the remainder, $5000, paid her late truck notes including astronomical fees, paying three months to Ford Motor Credit in advance. I also paid her insurance three months in advance. I didn’t want her to know, but soon she figured it out, and it wasn’t long before it happened again…and again I did the same thing. Essentially, she was not only spending the money she was supposed to be targeting these bills with, but she was spending the money I was paying in advance. An endless loop.

I was so frustrated by this turn of events. I started to get horrific migraines. Probably from lack of sleep, too much coffee, too many hours staring at a computer, too many contentious property and project managers, visiting project sights and lack of sleep.

Mel got very concerned and was certain it was my neck. She had the same symptoms when her neck needed surgery years past and she was convinced I needed the same.

One of these attacked piqued suddenly. On the way to a party at the Rheingold’s, a party we absolutely had to make, my neck was so bad I couldn’t turn my head. On the way there she stopped at a hospital in Houston where a friend worked in the pharmacy and she asked him for SOMA. We picked up the muscle relaxer and I took one on the way there.

Oh….My…God…..

They are like Quaaludes. If you are a child of the 60’s you understand.

Needless to say, I could get used to this.

And I did.

More... 

 


Blog Directory (also see the links section to the left.)
Page 1 Why did you try to ekill yourself
Music: Abba/Rich man's world
By the way IISTG means If It Seems Too Good to be True


Yes, this is absolutely positively true. If you lived this wouldn't you write about it? Some of the names of characters in this blog are fictitious. This is an account of actual events. Some of the events have been compiled together for the flow of the story. Even when I read my own work, I wonder how it could be so. But if you study your own life and compartmentalize it into less than 200 pages, you would be surprised how interesting it really is!

 

TRUTH HAS WITNESSES (Dianne Lindsey) ©
This material is the copyright Dianne Schuch Lindsey and cannot be duplicated in any fashion without the express permission of the Author. All rights reserved ©

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''If I was a richman..doobie..doobie...doo...'', this song is so familiar to me, as the broke situation too. Hard for one to admit, but money have become the synonym of life. Wishes, and thank you for sharing, Dianne.
Now I'm postulating on where's the money going. You write excellent cliffhangers.

BTW, I'm glad you managed to survive all of this.
I've learned too much about calling it close. Never took quaaludes. Have too many memories of the people who did. ("Got any 'luudes, Man?") Good post.
It's just a nicer hamster cage but you're still running on the wheel. The trick isn't to make less money, it's to not run on the wheel.

Another good one, thank you!
I have changed all the posts to the REAL names of the people, i.e. Willie is now Mel, Mandee is now Candee. Marnie is Mary.