Maya

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My wife Maya

Maya and I met in high school. She was always nice to me, but after my freshman year, when I left to go to a Las Vegas high school because of my father’s wheeling and dealing, I didn’t see her again until after we both graduated.
We got married at a young age, too young, and had children. We were in over our heads. We cared for each other, but, for me, it wasn’t that everlasting love.
In 90’s, after my brother Albert was killed, my priorities changed. After someone you deeply love dies, your life changes. You want to spend time with the people you really love, because you just don’t know how long they will be around or how long you will.
I wanted to spend more time with our children. Maya wanted to maintain our lifestyle.
I was working long hours at American and missed a lot of my daughter’s dance recitals and my son’s t-ball games. I just wanted to be a DAD, so I asked Maya to get a part time job, so I could cut back, and, with my seniority, we could make it and keep the kids in private school.
Maya’s answer was, “I didn’t come to Miami to work!”
I was shocked and hurt. I had just lost the most important person in my world, and she wouldn’t give me the space or time to grieve.
That’s when world war 3 started. It left me broke and broken, apart from my children…and led me to crime.

Excerpted from the forthcoming memoir, The Baggage Handler.

9 Responses to Maya

  1. missmin says:

    Your emotional honesty is staggering, though I’m sorry you’ve been through so much pain. I’ll be lined up and waiting for your memoir.

  2. andersays says:

    I like the excerpt, and far too many women have the same attitude these days

  3. I wonder what country you’re based right now. You seem to be living in…Asia?
    Thanks for dropping by my blog.
    Your stories are interesting.

  4. helpfindmyniche says:

    Really enjoyed reading this. Not the things that you went through but how you expressed it.

  5. Hi! Thanks for the follow! I think I know how you ended up there. That reminds me I should start writing about my own Maya again. Again, thanks! Now I’ll go and read more of your stuff. 🙂

    • J J Gonzalez says:

      My name is Iris. I was his girlfriend. The reason I am writing to you on James’ Blog is because I wanted to let all his bloggers know that he has passed away on Saturday, December 21, 2013. He has died of an pneumonia. His body was found in his apartment by his best friend Jay Valerio on Monday, December 23rd. He never mentioned to anyone that he was ill or feeling ill. It has been a devastation to me and all his love ones. He was my best friend and the greatest guy you could ever meet. I pray everyday that God has him in his Glory.

      • I was going through my emails and checking followers I haven’t checked. It’s hundreds of emails back and I found this. I distinctly remember reading this reply from Iris (she or they most probably do not open this account anymore). But I just feel bad I didn’t say a thing, not even my condolences. To Iris and JJ’s family, however belatedly this message is, my condolences to you all. And sorry I didn’t say a thing…RIP, JJ.

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