Thanks man. I first suggested the divorce in 2012, she wouldn't agree to it and I couldn't afford to fight for it. I asked again in 2015 and 16 and she finally gave in at the end of 2016, thank god. I was finally completely legally disconnected from her, other than our daughter I have custody of, on April 9th of this year. That was the most sincerely I have celebrated any one moment in my life other than the births of my children. She had us so completely screwed up financially by the time it was final I am starting all over again from rock bottom, but I am finding out it's easier to pull the wagon by myself than it was trying to pull it with someone else always trying to pull it in the opposite direction.
As for the leg, it was June of 2017. School had just let out and it was my first summer as a single dad. It was also a few months into my first year of officially working for RMJ Tactical on payroll as a contractor, and no longer just quietly consulting behind the scenes as I had done for the preceding 7 years. I was doing some tests of a new knife, one I helped Ryan develop for friends on the Naval Special Warfare Teams, and part of the carry system we had made for it. It was Riverbend and I wanted to go see a friend I could see inside. I had my wrist band and tokens, but didn't want to walk the three miles back to my truck to put the knife up first, and didn't want to stash it, and they were doing metal detecting at the gate. So I jumped off a wall. The wall was just over 10 feet high. I had done it multiple times before, but that time it was dark and I landed poorly. Stress fractured the fibula, broke the heel, tore the achilles tendon, and tore the cartilage that connects everything down there. I couldn't afford the surgery to fix it or the time off work. So I took three days off to lay around and get past the worst pain and went back to work as best I could. It took all I had to do that, and that's when I went MIA here on the forums for the most part. I can walk okay again now, though it hurts some when I do off road walking. But I routinely ruck about ten miles a day for my work when i am gathering illustration images. I still can't run much yet, and stairs are a pain first thing in the morning, but at least I am viable again with a major lesson learned
By that Autumn I would hate being involved with RMJ and leave it behind. In hindsight I should have just stashed the knife and went on, but hindsight is 20/20 eh?
I love the black cherries. We have a few of them down this way in the hills but very few with lots of competition. The blackberries are still going here though, just beginning to wind down.
