Ronald Todd Woodward
Bio
I’m a gay divorced dad to an energetic 8 year old boy. Currerntly my stories revolve around the end of my marriage and subsequent divorce. Pandemic has given me the wings to fly and pursue other interests. let’s explore more together .
Stories (6/0)
LA Brats
I was watching a documentary about coming of age in the nineteen nineties told by a bright young girl with a bright future and a hit signature show on NBC. Not bad for a seven year old. She is candid, honest ( sometimes embarrassingly so I would imagine). The information and film footage is gritty and real. The presentation is pure and captivating. It’s like watching a train wreck, YOU CANT STOP. Except this train wreck is being operated by all your favorite teen stars from the 90’s.
By Ronald Todd Woodward2 years ago in Confessions
LA BRATS
LA Brats I was watching a documentary about coming of age in the nineteen nineties told by a bright young girl with a bright future and a hit signature show on NBC. Not bad for a seven year old. She is candid, honest ( sometimes embarrassingly so I would imagine). The information and film footage is gritty and real. The presentation is pure and captivating and told in a believable manner. And It’s kinda like watching a train wreck, YOU CANT TURN YOUR HEAD AWAY FOR A SECOND. Except this train wreck is being operated by all your favorite teen stars from the 90’s.
By Ronald Todd Woodward3 years ago in Humans
A timely tale of love in...love out
Do you wonder if pandemic were around, while you two were dating, would you still be married? Divorced? I’m reading a lot about the new relationships blossoming during global pandemic. (I don’t get it, but hey why not) The dating alone must be absolutely tedious, let alone the lack of sex. The lack of sexy time. The lack of physical anything. At least in the traditional manner we’ve practiced since the beginning of time, so I’m told. What if this is what’s needed to spark up an archaic practice of hits and misses.
By Ronald Todd Woodward3 years ago in Humans
You and me, now what?
We’ve all suffered through a breakup. Whether you’re breaking up or broken up with it rarely, if ever, feels good. However, it’s generally less painful when you’re driving the bus. I feel one of the biggest mind fucks is breaking up with your spouse, boyfriend or girlfriend and trying to detach, all the while you need to communicate daily because you have a child together. No matter how furious you are with him/her you need to take that phone call calmly and when asked if you can pick up your son tomorrow, you reply “of course”. Generally there are different words i’d like to be using and rarely is it “of course”. But you do it, put your ego aside, step it up. Take the high road. After all it’s about your son and not your husband. The silver lining (something I always try to find) you get to spend more time playing with the little guy, which is worth its weight in gold.
By Ronald Todd Woodward3 years ago in Humans
Losing a pet and running towards comfort
i got a call today from my X. Not a surprise since we talk often and have a child. He was very upset and concerned about our dog, a whippit. He was my dog coming into the family. Anyway, he went on to say the he hadn’t eaten in 2-3 days. Usually this is not reason for alarm since he has protested with many food strikes throughout his life. What made this a bit more scary was the fact that he had been eating less as it was for the past couple weeks, a lot less. The reason my X called to tell me is because our dog lives with him and our other dog. We didn’t think it was fair to separate them when I moved out. So, for the past year they have been in the same house.
By Ronald Todd Woodward3 years ago in Petlife
from young and madly in love to loving your young, madly.
From young and madly in love to loving your young, madly. there is a time in your life (the twenties) that everything revolves around love. finding love. making love last. accepting love into your heart. you get the idea. it is also around that time that getting into the “right”club or arriving late to the “in”party would harmonize with my pursuit of finding eternal and lasting love. all the sex, and mystery and sex and whimsy and sex and sex. looking at it now it seems a rather odd way of going about trying to make such serious search and ultimate decision. but i am a los angeles native and it felt acceptable almost normal at the time. who was going to question it? i’m a very interesting person and i’ll do what i want. (someone is laughing if he’s reading this) i’m lucky, i found that one true love not once or twice but three times. can i hear a forth? Nope not a forth. while in my early 40′s and on the second love it was never a thought to become a dad. My partner and I never discussed it, i don’t think we did. I’ve blocked so much out. i was getting older, there was a sale at prada etc...point is that fatherhood was NEVER a consideration of mine. not that i doubted my ability. I never thought about it. And it just didn’t seem practical. i laugh now. enter what sorta seemed to be the true love of my life. The man who excites me and challenges me. The man I ultimately left yet oddly find it difficult detaching from. He is 12 years my junior, a thrill seeker. His idea was to have a kid with me nonetheless, WTF? What? are you kidding me? was my first reaction. i somewhat quickly reeled those reactions in and decided to listen to my husbands desire and want for a child or children. queerly enough once i wrapped my head around the idea, i was ok with it. rather excited of a new prospect that didn’t have a revolving credit line. as my current therapist observes in amazement, when i accept an idea or consequence that’s it. the plan is put in motion sans regret. we all know where this one is headed. boy meets boy, falls deep and hard in love. adopts a baby, buys a home and has a destination wedding. a nightime soap right? unfortunately not my story. instead we mis-communicate, argue, take everything personal, experience no less then 5 marriage counselors, argue then separate from each other. enter coparenting! not for the weak at heart. it’s hard! i’m not going to sugarcoat it. the schedules, the communication still with a person you’re not talking to. the nanny(s) schedules, pick ups and drop offs. not to mention providing another safe and fabulous home for you and your part time son. the rest of this is still being written. but somewhere at a point in my marriage and being a father my priorities shifted. from young and madly in love to loving your young, madly. this shift is as meaningful as love itself. i hope everyone can get to a place with this kind of love. i couldn’t imagine my life without TKVW in it. RTVW 2.6.16
By Ronald Todd Woodward3 years ago in Families
