The Petsel’s Family Blog

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~Mel

So each day goes by, and some are easier then others. I am making some great friends at work that make my week a lot of fun. And I can’t say enough about the management and ownership that I work for. I can’t wait to get back to Columbia, but with people like this I may yet have some fun while here. Over the next 3 weeks after finals I will have several days off each week. I will be trying to visit as many people as I can fit in that I haven’t seen in awhile. And I will have Izzy so let me know if you want to get together and I will try to fit it in.

So I just finished my first final. It was fairly easy so I have high hopes for my grade in my fundementals class. So how do I sum up my first term of school? Fairly miserable to be honest. I miss Isabella so much, and if it wasn’t for that I could probablly enjoy all this, but life is what it is. Classes are fun don’t get me wrong. I am just away from my family, friends and most importantly to me, my daughter. Well I will finish finals and then spend several days with her. Life will get better, just bide my time and all will be good.

For the first time in my life, I am doing work I love. I look forward towards school and have kept good grades without someone harping on me to do it. Some comes from the growing up I have done in the last few months, but for the first time I am doing something with my life I want. And yet I find myself fighting the depression daily. How weird is that for all the good life may give me, it finds a way to remind me of all I have lost by not being stronger sooner. Each day will present it’s unique struggles for me, but it isn’t the struggle that make me, but the way I respond and grow from it. Each day I grow stronger on my own, but my heart breaks from the distance between me and Isabella. Each day I get closer to a goal is another day I am not in her life, holding her and making sure she understands what it means to be loved. I can only hope with this small time is over, that I come out the other side being everything Isabella needs from me as a father. So much I miss of my old life, and so many people, but I just hope I don’t one day regret this decision like so many others I have made.

Ok, Thursday evening I started my new job. I’m working as a server at a restaurant named Johnny Cascone’s in Overland Park. Just doing training right now, but a funny group to work with and very easy going.

Daddy & Izzy both playing on IPhones!

Emily sent Izzy some goodies for Valentines day!

So Monday starts my first day of school. Still looking for a job and currently living in an Extended Stay, but hope hasn’t left me that I will find both quickly.

I have been officially been accepted into the The International Culinary School at The Art Institute of Kansas City. This was my first choice of schools to go to. They are nationally accredited with schools all over the country. They have opened one in KC about a year ago. Now with a little luck, the financial aid will be done and I will start class on April 6th. I am hopping to finish my course load and be moved back to Columbia in just around 18-20 months. It will be hard being away from Isabella that much, but I will see her every Sunday, and will be getting us both web cams to talk anytime I can. This will set the future up with the sky my only limiter. My only regret was not being the man I am today through my marriage. To any and all of Melissa’s family, thank you. You all have shown me what a good parent should be and what kind of man I can be.

On saturday I will be in St. Louis talking to an admissions board. If all works out I will be going to culinary school. Every day I am not in class, I will be back in Columbia and with my daughter. I am looking forward to this part of my future as it is the first step to moving on in my life.

After 15 years together me and Melissa are getting a divorce. This decision does not come lightly or without a great deal of emotional pain. There is no one thing that led to this so please don’t ask. There was faults and screwups on both sides of the isle. I will Melissa with control of Petsel.com so we can still get regular updates on Izzy. She will be our focus moving forward, and what we work to make life good for. For any of Melissa’s family and friends that read this and find out this way, be there for her. She will always be in my heart, but I am not the one to make sure she is ok for the future. So I beg of you to take care of her where I can’t.