[GaryC]

My first marriage at 21 years old. The wife and the 2 kids we had together...the most evilist (if that is a word) punks I've ever been associated with...and still feels like I have railroad spikes jammed in my eyes. At least she's dead (the ex), my youngest son is hiding out in Oregon so he doesn't have to pay child support for his two kids and a middle daughter that has 3 kids from 3 different fathers, uses my current wife for her own gains, and flips me off every time we're together because I tell my wife to stop helping her. What can I say. Life's a beotch and then you die. Only one good thing ever came out of this marriage and that was adopting her son when he was 6 months old when we got married. Even though he isn't of my blood he turned out to be the best son a father could ever have. How does something like that happen?