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Thanks brother. It's all good now. We survived and are thriving. Just another example that the light at the end of the tunnel isn't always a freight train. Hope and perseverance is hard but usually pays off.
Well aside from maybe a touch of undiagnosed PTSD and an affinity for gallows humor, I think that I am more or less on the normal end of the psychotic spectrum.
I know most of his story but only he can answer for him.
For me, I think that the only thing that kept me from imploding or exploding (dependent on the day) was mission. I grew up military (never served but was born into an enlisted military house and dad was still in when I moved out) and had the concept of mission first literally beaten into me from a young age. Once everything went pear shaped, my mission was to raise my sons to adulthood without the scars but with the knowledge to avoid my mistakes with women. Pouring myself into that and work to provide a home and life that was peaceful was my mission. I have succeeded as they are both productive adults and are pretty good players at the game who know how to be happy with or without a woman.
There is probably more to it, but that's the readers digest condensed version.
I can't remember who wrote it but someone once said that the secret to man's happiness is love for God, love of a good woman, and good work. Two out of three ain't bad.
I am not a good Christian nor am I a good man, but I do attempt to be most of the time.
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I'm surprised how many men have experienced that from bad relationships
Neither of you have an underlying disorder or other traditional forms of trauma that would contribute to it happening?
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I regret that I have already given you all my virgin coin. Guess an IOU will have to suffice.
@Vermillion-Rx and @deeplydisturbed
Sadly I know what both of you are saying. I've had the disassociation and despair. It was soul crushing and part of me died. Maybe more should have...IDK. But through the travels on the red pill and other forums over the years I found part of who I used to be before all the shit from the twoX people in my life. While I won't forget, I have moved on and can honestly say that I'm probably the happiest that I have been since before my first marriage wheb life still had a future.
Unfortunately I'm too old to fuck my way through a team of cheerleaders again, but that doesn't stop my from trying.
Kind of like that guy from Pump Up the Volume...I'm just sitting here with a cockring and a smile. HHH
be well my brother's.
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Wow. That sucks. I am so genuinely sorry.
I would never be able to deal with that much longer than I did. Let's just say I didn't want to be around any longer.
Alas - I am still here. And I tend to make that a problem for everyone.
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