LAR: I will set that account up. I still want to write you some things. I am technologically retarded, so keep checking back, as it will take me some time.
One thing that could help any of you: do one BIG thing that you have been waiting and waiting for. Let it be something that you always had to put off for one practical reason or another. Try to remember why you had that goal, and then actively seek to bring it to fruition.
I had been waiting to do something since I was 20, but never had the freedoms necessary to follow through with it. It was one of those dreams we have for some time "later," and that later never seemed to get nearer. I talked about it, planned for it, believed with all my heart I would do it "some day."
When all plans for my life were ejected by a wife who simply quit, (now you see LAR why I asked the question; now you see why I want to talk to you. Our situations are eerily similar) I asked myself why I hadn't done one thing to bring this dream of mine closer. There were always practical reasons before, but then I found myself in absence of excuses.
I bought a motorcycle.
A big one.
Okay, this may sound stupid, but I want to tell you that has meant more to me than I realized a machine (albeit exceedingly cool) could.
I found myself praying to God in thanks, because that purchase meant an embrace of some kind of freedom I hadn't felt in years. The sadness doesn't disappear, but you find yourself living, and smiling, at a simple joy of riding free, bugs in your teeth, happy.
Maybe it's because Happiness leaves in such a dramatic fashion after something like this. You live endless days in a murk of work, pain, bills, restless sleep (if any), and wake to a routine as colorless and burdened as the day before it. The pain of the suffering overwhelms, even explodes at times, usually at lonely empty walls in an apartment for one.
And you keep wondering why? what if? why me? when does it end? It hurts when you think God answers your questions with silence.
You see a wreck of your life's plans set before you without your consent (as if it's ever really asked). You feel pushed into the participation of a break up that you desperately don't want, but the only one who can really stop it usually just punctuates your desperation with some official looking envelope and a lot of confusing, cold lawyer talk.
No tenderness. No support. No relief.
Just legal formalities and a cold heart on the other end of the line that uses tons of catch phrases that "justify" why their decision "had" to happen.
That's when you find yourself calling out like the old testament prophets, or David in the Psalms: "How long, O lord, will you ignore the pleas of your children? How long will I suffer in this without Your aid to save me?"
I think that's what friends (or strangers on message boards) are for. I don't want you to feel that pain and ache. I would like to help you. I am sure I need people to help me. LAR did it without even knowing.
So to 3rdGenerationAg, LAR, or anyone else above, new or old to this suffering: Someone cares. Maybe even someone you never met. Maybe even someone who you may not have much else in common with, but who wants to help us all stand and fight and not be swallowed by the pain. Those on the "other side" could sure help those of us still stuck on this side. And frankly, I'll take any help I can get.
Catharsis over!
Hey! If you buy motorcycles, we could be a gang!