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September Rain comes cold and hard

to clear the years of toil and love.

This month, dual joy and pain.

To celebrate life a year once more

yet mourn a life of patient hope.

Alas.  We are no more.

Go then; find what ye seek,

thou hast no life in me.

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This song

once my favorite, now my tormentor

will not leave my head.

Meant to open doors of reconciliation

instead opened doors to a deep unforgiving elevator shaft.

The building tipped, and in we fell.

Now this song won’t leave me

in my isolation

My temporary madness.

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(to the support group)

re: Intro post, some history, and many thanks (long)

I’m reading my original posting here, now that my lovely and I have decided to part ways.

Has it only been two years since I found this place of like-minded people?

Has it really been fifteen years since she and started our journey together?

I still love her with all my heart. It has been hard, living in a world of insanity, where her moods stike with impunity, and I’m not even part of her inner circle these last many months.

I was still working to make this work out. It was she who decided she “fell out of love with me” on some emotional binge and never recovered.

Our children. Ah what will become of them?

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Hello all

Well it’s been an interesting few years. 15 in fact. And interesting in the Chinese curse sort of way, heh.

She left. I didn’t. I don’t know what else to say or contribute.

This is turning out to be a four-shot whiskey kind of night. And I’m not a drinker by nature. Imagine the Simpson’s Flanders on a binge and you’ve got the complete photo here.

I’d love to offer hope or a ray of sunshine, but here in this place, there is little to be had.

“What Dreams May Come”?

Yes, that’s a valid movie connection here. Incredibly beautiful. Yet so painful. Ah, and without the happy ending.

Signing out
John