A year and half has past since I met Peter. A sexy middle-aged Australian adventurer who loves the water. He is charming and I was immediately attracted to him, we had chemistry, despite him being a pound-your-chest type of shvitzer.
Anyway, had he told me he was a married philanderer you wouldn't be reading this post. Well, the details are way too tedious and frankly way too dull for any reader (other than someone who loves the Jerry Springer show), so I won't get into it.
At this point, I am focused on happy happy joy joy but with the persistent and unrelenting memory haunting me (self-esteem attack) and the overwhelming weirdness of being involved with a schmuck for soo long...it is not easy.
The wife...she is duped. He pours on the charm and becomes a sycophant (channeling the guilt into an effective tool) big smile, flattery, whatever, building her bathroom in the hills and telling her what a smart girl she is... he just doesn't want to lose his possesions- now this is the behavior of a spineless creature.
As for me...I simply made a dramatic and subversive exit and currently in therapy to determine the root cause for afflicting this type of pain on myself again and again. And, yet another appalling example of my deficient judgement.
1 comment:
I don't think your judgement is deficient.
You are simply busy living the adventure you have asked for, as Joseph Campbell would say it.
We all bring into our lives experiences, and we have complete control over our choice of romantic partner.
And in each of those 'bad' relationships, there was no doubt a huge opening of the spirits of each to the other, a huge learning. Every one of us is so rich in spirit, methinks, so rich in learning for others.
So...I guess I would say, either be clear in your goals in relationships, and use everything you know to make logical choices and follow through w them...or simply follow your heart, and live Love's adventure...something like that, anyway...
Best of luck w it all, I like your blog.
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