Ended a 12 year relationship, ex went nuts afterwards. I couldn’t go home for fear of my own life. I lost everything, even took my clothes and the light bulbs. I think the only reason I got to keep my dog is because she’s always with me. I got my 20 year old truck and the contents. House too, but not until the ex gutted it. Had a ranch accident, almost lost part of my right hand. Kept it, but half is totally numb now. My truck blew a head gasket, transmission seal and fuel pump all in one week, then I wadded it up with a trailer on the ice and crushed the driver door. Lost a heifer and her calf during birth. Started smoking again and don’t want to hear s**t about it. 🤣 Been a fun couple months. Slept in the truck a lot, slept out at the cattle lease land a lot. I was pretty tense so when the girl in the ranch owned rental house called me late one night and said there was a strange man sitting in her driveway and seemed to be looking at all the equipment we have by the fence we went zero to 100 in a split second. I’d picked up another dog by this point, a working line Czech Shepherd with protection and bite work training. It was a surreal event, started out on the business end of an 870 and a mean hair missile, ended with is laughing and literally drinking beer on the back of the truck. And this stuff? Not even the half of it. I got back to WY and we got downright western, boys. 🤣🤣🤣🤣