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Oldwounds

Your father was a Jarhead? Outstanding!

Well dang, back in my day, referring to a Marine as a "Jarhead" was cause for setting down one’s beer and giving the dude a slap down. Funny how things change.

Yep, we have that in common. Thanks for the heads up on the "lifer thing". My dad was anything but unsuccessful at life before, during and after his service. At 14 years of age and a 4th grade education under his belt, he ran away his home that mustn’t have been good (Never talked about it) but I was never to meet any side of that side of my family. He made his way in the mountains of North Carolyna until he was 17 and WWII broke out. He lied about his age (the only time I think that man ever lied in his life.) and joined the USMC. He went on to earn the Bronze Star along with many other medals of valor that now hangs in a shadow box on my office wall. After the war ended, he stayed in and would eventually cross paths with his future wife and her daughter, they married and soon afterwards he was off to another war (Korea). Barely survived that brutal situation and came home and had three kids. He stayed in the service until a heart condition forced his retirement at 21 years’ service. He didn’t miss a heartbeat and opened his own successful business. He was a good and honest, self-made man. Makes what I’m dealing with pale.

Thanks Oldwounds for taking a moment and listening to me reminisce and thank you for your service.

Asterisk

I needed to tear down every strong, positive thing I felt about myself, my wife, and our marriage.

I'm going to question that, because I think healing requires going farther. IMO, a BS is best advised to look at everything in their lives and decide what to keep, what to modify, and what to throw away.

I'm convinced that self-talk that attacks oneself is best thrown away.

Note that recognizing one's negative qualities and weaknesses is not attacking oneself. Recognizing characteristics one wants to change is not attacking oneself. It's important to see oneself as one is, warts and all - but it's important to see one's beauty, as well as the warts.

My understanding of Hinduism is that it sees cycles of creation and creative destruction. That makes sense to me, though one great writer, Amitav Ghosh, wrote stuff that makes me think we're half way through a cycle of destruction, and I don't like that one bit. (At least one of his characters says this period started when the Brits started forcing opium down China's throat in the late 18th century.)

[This message edited by SI Staff at 5:10 PM, Sunday, November 2nd]

Sisson,

I'm going to question that, because I think healing requires going farther. IMO, a BS is best advised to look at everything in their lives and decide what to keep, what to modify, and what to throw away.

Going farther than what? I’m lost.

I am not going to try to attempt to suggest I did things right. Clearly, if I had, I wouldn’t have been struggling so deeply back in June of this year.

Note that recognizing one's negative qualities and weaknesses is not attacking oneself. Recognizing characteristics one wants to change is not attacking oneself. It's important to see oneself as one is, warts and all - but it's important to see one's beauty, as well as the warts.

Fully agree, and after the tear down and rebuild I could and did look at what was beautiful. I did not mean to imply that nothing was lovely. The problem was the things that I saw as beautiful about our relationship, my wife saw differently. Many of the things that I had previously seen as my strength and attraction to my wife were in fact a hindrance to her. So it all had to go. I left my chosen career, which was working within the church. I left my faith. I left my family of origin. I left my friends. I left my hometown of San Diego and moved to another state in the high desert in a small town of 76 people where I knew no one and had no desire to know anyone. Fortunately for me at that time, for many years, I was viewed, with slanted eyes, as an outsider liberal so they kept their distance. Which is just what I was seeking.

My wife and I lived and thrived in that little desert haven for 23 years. And though I was still viewed with some trepidation they came to see that I wasn’t dangerous to their beliefs or their way of life. Mostly, what they saw of me was a solitary, crazy dude clearing the thousands of rocks off his property and then using them to build walls. Kind of symbolic.

As always sisson, I value your input.

Asterisk