My Dad

My father died unexpectedly nearly 3 years ago.

He lived in a two bedroom apartment with his old, sick black dog.
He moved there after losing his house and shortly after moving, he lost his job.
He drove a BMW and a Ford truck.
He had kids that he didn't see very much.
He had to declare bankruptcy and lost a lot of things he valued.
His ex wife was a vindictive cunt.
He sequestered himself and started to lose social skills.

There are way to many parallels.

In fact, I have THE car and a truck that is almost the same color. Old, sick black dog, the apartment, the job, the bankruptcy, the ex, the kids. We look almost like twins. The list is endless as far as similarities go.

I've been getting more and more self destructive the past few months. I guess I have been subconsciously trying to make this happen to me as well.

The only real differences between he and I are our ages and that I am the only Marine in the entire family. I am breaking out of this today.
I am calling on those skills and embarking on a complete career change. I need to get in much better shape to take the tests which start in a few weeks. Getting myself set up today, and I start my own personal bootcamp tomorrow.

I'm applying to the police department