Epitaph for a Blogger

byIngoJace

226 followers

6 years ago

They say that the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Recent developments in my life bear this out in ways I never imagined.

I'm not writing this to whine about my troubles. I am, however, writing this to say 'good-bye' to the WA community which, by and large, has provided me with outstanding education, support, and friendship.

The only thing WA could not do for me was speed up time; thanks to scurrilous relatives, my time allowance for making all this blogging pay off ran out.

As did my monetary allowance.

Long story short: I have been taking care of my aged mother (she's now 93) for 8 1/2 years on my own since my father passed, with no help from my 3 sisters. As a result, I became the sole beneficiary in my mother's will and her durable power of attorney.

One of my sisters had been in a rough marriage and turned to alcoholism. Bearing her no ill will for years of non-support, I arranged for both my sibling and my mother to move close to me so that I could be there to help them out. In turn, I would walk away from the 9-5 ratrace and try to work from home (hence, blogging and WA) so that I could be at their full beck-and-call. It was agreed that I would receive financial support from the family for these efforts.

A minor pet dispute erupted one mid-summer's day (last year) involving my DRUNK sister and my son, and everything went swirling down the drain. Now, my family has poisoned my mother (who suffers from early dementia) against me and has taken advantage of her frail mental condition, all to ruin me out of nothing more than alcohol-fueled malicious spite and selfishness. Not caring to understand how WA works, the claim was made that I was now a "free-loading" son and was framed for mischief. Stripped of my POA status and cut out of the will by a new one, I was given no choice but to go full-bore into my other side work -- that of roadside assistance, which I now do 12 hours a day, 7 days a week.

Time has run out. My wife and I are broke and devastated.

But we are survivors. We have persevered through many a scrape. We also have people lining up in droves to defend my character and my actions. In fact, I have not needed to say a single word in my own defense, as others have done so for me. My silence has become my only weapon, and it's eating at those that have put this woe upon me and my household.

I could not keep silent with you good folks, though. Kyle, Carson, and all those who have followed me and left comments and encouragement (including criticism, when needed) deserved to know something as to why I now have had to slip from the forefront of these online endeavors, and back into the shadows and gloom of work-a-day Purgatory.

Wealthy Affiliates did not fail me. Nor did I fail in my efforts. I am convinced I would have succeeded, and probably soon. If only there had been more time (and less family interference/back-stabbing).

Some day, I hope to pursue my writing -- particularly the fiction aspect of it (I have several unpublished novels, and am in the middle of 4 more). Writing has always lit me up. It defines me. Blogging was fun, but it was a means to an end: Getting my fiction out on the open market.

My goal has not, nor ever will change in that regard. I am just forced to go about it in a different, longer, and much less enjoyable way.

For this blogger, it is the end of the proverbial line, making this post more of a post-script to my short career of affiliate marketing,

This may also serve to be a literary tomb marker of sorts (forgive the morbid imagery). May the inscription read: "Well, at least he tried."

I wish you all the best of all outcomes in your continued efforts to succeed by forging your own path. Never think that coming here was a mistake, even if things don't work out as hoped -- like in my case. Stay focused, stay close, stay strong.

I will miss you all dearly. It was great while it lasted.

-- Jace