
oringo
Oct 12, 2010, 1:37 PM
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Re: [Gringal] More than meets the eyes
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Thank you very much, ladies. When it comes to compassion for other fellow human being, women are remarkably superior to other species and this thread distinctively shows that. Having said that I admit that I, the knuckle head, am the main cause of her depression and malfunction of her neurotransmitter. Since no one in her family tree had committed suicide or suffered depression at all. Any women who put up with me for that long years may develop mental chaos at 99 % of probability with margin of error +- 2 %. We are both from broken and torn apart family with poverty and have deep emotional scars carrying until now. I was rebellious and revengeful with full of angers. As we are product of environment my rebellious mind resulted in me pursuing purpose driven life to achieve whatever until drop dead attitude with series of wreckage and clashes and ended up nothing. During all that course of wreckage she has to clean up all the debris while sobbing inside. This will be the sufficient reason to trigger the malfunction in her chemistry. Being rebellious and anti-social attitude, I am out spoken and will tell what my problem is to whomever I can borrow their ears loud and clear, but she is very out-going social character but she keeps anything and everything to herself. If she found out I am talking our problem on this forum I will be kicked out of house without recourse. Similar background but entirely two different personality. Her depression was preceded by back pain. Back pain brought up insomnia and then two combination caused depression. Now all these tie the knot together, depression cause back pain which triggers insomnia. It goes circling around depends on what day she sees the psychiatrist. My diagnosis is my bone head attitude cause insomnia to trigger the depression. But who knows. Being revengeful and optimist despite of numerous wreckages I get no discouragement or depression, and I realized I have lived someone’s life, not mine. Goal and achieve for what? Is that what I truly wanted? HELL NO! My dream for life since high school and on is ’Get Lost”. I wanted to wandering around in the forest and jungle with animals and streams and mountains, who cares who knows where I am. Oh man, I still have the dream but my joint, hip, leg, eye sights…..all start breaking down. We are typical blue collar, middle class if you euphemize, having a house one grown up child living in NY, trying to catch up the bills, nothing fancy, working toward end. Paying mortgage 20 years, borrowing no penny from equity, making no investment except 401K, paying credit card all every month and never late for any bill payment, now we are under the serious debt. The algebra I learned is not right. If you keep adding honestly there has to be sum certain of result. I should have gone to Ivy League like those guys got millions dollars of bonus to learn the weird algebra to understand this strange logic. Who stole my money? Hell with this. That’s it. I ain’t gonna spend my rest of life doing this for someone to steal again. Now it is time to live my life before my body’s total disintegration. Not only that it will get rid of her insomnia, anxiety, depression, hopefully back pain together. Hell with the first world stuff. Sick and tired of Made in China stuff anyway. I have no remorse, no resent, no anti-US, anger just I want to get my life back. With fully recharged and refreshed endeavor I cordially and sincerely presented my philosophical view and new way of life like born again death row convicts to my honorable better half one night. BANG BANG GRRRRRRRRRR. Papers flew everywhere beating desk she declared “I AM NOT GOING TO LIVE IN THE THIRLD WORLD’. Skip all the strife in between. We’ve been together long enough. Now we are at last stage life. We both have only one life to live. If we can come up with new way of life satisfying both desire, it might as well better pursuit each individual path for our final chance. I spoke and she sobbed. Her anxiety keeps bugging her how she can survive at old age if she outlives me. What about I die in Mexico where she should go? She wants to make more money until collapse in order to be ready for the final stage of life. That is the definition of the rest of her life. Tentative compromise: I am retiring within a year and be a bum with no job. She will continue to work until collapse while taking Lortab, Ambien, Effexor, Cymbalta, Provogil, Omeprazol, Xanax and Electronic Implant for back-pain. In the mean time we travel Mexico on and off. We’ve been to S America and Mexico once. Epilogue Childhood memory stays entire life and steers our direction whether it is positive or negative. I realized that most expats who steady-fastly settle new life and adopt new culture with happiness have rich soul and openness may be coming from having higher education and less strained developmental stage of life. If she has some desire for purpose except safe living, like art, music, pottery, anthropology, or whatever she has. I really envy most of you, especially couple. I am not making a movie drama or paperback novel. This is serious concern for our marriage and homework to solve. Thanks reading boring soap drama. Jon
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