Without a close supportive relationship we can feel isolated. (Imaginative) July 15 1936. Dear diary, I’m not too sure how to start these damn things, do I just I just start writing and read it again later? What’s the point in that! I have my memory for a reason you know it’s not completely gone. Well, I might as well give it a go for good old wifey of whom I promised I’d make a few journal entries during my time spent away at work. Hello world, the names Pete, Pete Jackson. I’d like to think that I live a rather humble life, I married my high school sweetheart at the age of 18, first baby girl came along at 20 , second at 25 now im just about closing in on 29 and can already start to see the greys ha-ha. I work as a cane cutter up in Cairns and let me tell you mate that job is no walk in the park! I spend 6 months up in Cairns hacking away ruthlessly through the thick canes from the crack of daylight right up until the sun goes back down again. After the season I do get to come home for 6 months of relaxation and company of my loved ones, I am very much looking forward to this season being over;
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December 29 1953. Dear diary, Sorry about that mate I’ve seem to have forgotten ya! It’s been a while since I’ve even seen this old thing now, almost 17 years! Well I guess you could say a fair bit has my changed in my life, unfortunately the wife and I had a little disagreement. She said she no longer wanted me to live how I was living thanks to work. The going back up and forth leaving her with the 2 kids for 6 months at a time. Well this and I caught the old scrap shagging up with my old best mate in my own bed! Although as much as I do hate her as a person due to finding out that shenanigans like that were occurring behind my back for over 10 years, I do miss the closure. I missed having someone there to be by my side through thick and thin. I miss having someone there whom you can tell about how bad your days been or how annoying your new workmates are and they had to put up with your jabbering. The saddest part of all is it didn’t only take her away from me; it took away my two little girls as well. Nothing in life has really been the same since they’ve kicked me out in the cold like a stray dog. Don’t get me wrong I was only down here in Melbourne for 6 months anyway but I had the reassurance that I was going to see my family, now I look forward to is empty bottles, decks of cigarettes and an empty home. I get to see them 6 times while im down here, 7 if im lucky. I think we should end this entry here before I start blabbering on about my ex.
December 12 1955. Dear Diary, I swear this little bugger keeps hiding from me! I can never seem to find this diary when I look for it and then it appears out of thin air with no warning. It’s been 2 years now since our last little discussion. I’d love to do be making a dramatic turnaround story from my previous entry about how I’ve found the love of my life, won the lotto and am now writing this entry somewhere on a private beach in Greece. But I’m not, I’m writing this journal with the same old teak, under the same old candle light in the same old room. However life has started to look up for me, I currently resigned from Cane Cutting and put all my savings into a small fisherman’s shop down by the Murray River. I moved down here to spend some more time with my daughters, Even though their mother and I are no longer together I still want to be around as much as I can to make sure they have a father, without a close supportive relationship we can feel isolated. I don’t want them to have to grow up without having a dad to have that relationship with.