I read in the obituaries today that my ex brother-in-law, Neal, died Friday. My parents noticed it and showed me. I haven't seen my ex, Ken, in nearly five years after he left me without a trace from him ever again, but here's proof he's actually alive and living 10 miles from me. After all that heartache and probably fucking me up for relationships for life, here's a blast from the past. I nearly went to the funeral this morning. But, I didn't want to open old wounds and whatnot so I stayed home. Anyway, I got curious because the family is requesting donations to a psychiatric research center instead of sending flowers. So I looked in the Dallas news archives, found something with Neal and Jameson in it from Friday, paid the 3 dollars to view it, and:
"ROWLETT
Man hangs himself on Ray Hubbard bridge
A 26-year-old man hanged himself on a bridge over Lake Ray Hubbard on Thursday afternoon. Neal Jameson of Rockwall apparently pulled over on westbound State Highway 66, tied a rope to the bumper of his pickup and around his neck and jumped off the bridge."
So, he fucking killed himself. Apparently after Ken and I ended, Neal got a masters from MIT, and was pretty successful. He was a super genius back when I knew him. I'm reeling from this. I have this horrible mental image of my ex bro in law hanging from a rope off of the bridge I've driven over countless times. I know I haven't seen or heard from either my ex or him in a long long time, but that peroid of my life was one of the biggest most important times ever and to think Neal is dead ...and he did it, it's unreal. This is insane, I don't know how to deal with it, my mind is in a thousand pieces.
"ROWLETT
Man hangs himself on Ray Hubbard bridge
A 26-year-old man hanged himself on a bridge over Lake Ray Hubbard on Thursday afternoon. Neal Jameson of Rockwall apparently pulled over on westbound State Highway 66, tied a rope to the bumper of his pickup and around his neck and jumped off the bridge."
So, he fucking killed himself. Apparently after Ken and I ended, Neal got a masters from MIT, and was pretty successful. He was a super genius back when I knew him. I'm reeling from this. I have this horrible mental image of my ex bro in law hanging from a rope off of the bridge I've driven over countless times. I know I haven't seen or heard from either my ex or him in a long long time, but that peroid of my life was one of the biggest most important times ever and to think Neal is dead ...and he did it, it's unreal. This is insane, I don't know how to deal with it, my mind is in a thousand pieces.