Showing posts with label Suffering. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Suffering. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

To Those Who've Lost

If you, like one of my dearest friends, have lost a loved one to suicide, or nearly doneso. Please take a moment and read this. I initially wrote it for my chosen-family member who nearly lost his child, but wanted to share it with you also.

My heart is utterly broken for you and your family. I am so sorry. Everything I'm about to share you already know, but I believe is important for me to iterate. I beg your forgiveness if it comes off as remotely trite, callous, or unhelpful.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

A Life Worth Living

Recently I was asked by a colleague, "Smye, what is your goal in life? If you had to pick one thing, what would it be?"

I didn't hesitate for even a second, I knew my answer, though it sure as hell surprised him.

Thursday, March 30, 2017

On Knowing

Wordsworth said it well:  “Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark. And shares the nature of infinity.”

It seems, ofttimes, that even amidst the greatest joy and gladness there is an element of suffering in each and every day that passes. But where does this suffering stem from?

Thursday, December 8, 2016

A Curiousity

The Worth of a Rapist has been posted for just over 12 hours. Already I've received over 50 Facebook comments, direct messages, tweets, and private emails to the effect of "What's wrong with you? Why are you defending a rapist? Daddy issues much?" I think you missed my point.

It's curious. It's fascinating. I'm glad you're thinking deeply about this. And I want to clarify.

The post has its roots stretching back several years ago. I was reflecting on and exploring of the nature of humanity and the inherent worth of all people. This work was actually not attached to my rapist in the least. As I was pondering, I kept running up against the 'well what about?' question. What about Hitler? What about Stalin? What about Trump (yeah, back then, already thinking about Trump.) Eventually I thought to myself - who has wronged me the most? Who would be the hardest for me, in my being, to find worth in? And if I can find some bit of worth there, will that suffice to wrap up the argument to myself?

Ex-dad then became the archetypal 'monstrous evil' in my exploration, essentially the 'can I find a worth in him? Because if so, then I can find a worth in anyone.'

This as opposed to a desire to justify his actions, redeem him, or anything even remotely related. Never will I defend his actions. Not even a bit. Nope, not an issue of needing to 'reconcile' or 'justify.' Although writing last night's post took a lot out of me and was deeply emotional, I've not dwelt on ex-dad for quite some time. He's functionally dead in my life. And yet, somehow, my musings on human worth and inherent goodness were taken as otherwise.

I suppose that's the controversial part though.

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

The Worth of a Rapist

Trigger warning - this post is a wee heavy (and not the tasty kind). I will be speaking in detail about heinous crimes committed against humanity, living creatures, and myself. If you've got small kids looking over your shoulder or just don't really want to consider the worth of a rapist... perhaps you'd best skip this one.

For those of you who need to pass on this one, I think this image sums it up best without the trigger-potential.
Hurt people hurt people... damn that's deep.

Saturday, May 14, 2016

A Change is Gonna Come

...And there's not a darned thing I can do about it.

The Socialist continues to grow. She continues to change. She continues individualize and separate her identity. I am so proud of her. I hurt so much.

Recently we realized that we both want so badly to keep our home, but neither of us believes it would be sustainable to continue sharing a living space. Yet we can't afford to build an addition or a second dwelling on the property.

Then one of The Socialist's good friends came up with what seemed the perfect solution - add about eight feet of interior wall and convert the house to a duplex.  I feel no sense of loss at 'losing' access to The Socialist, only the dread of losing the casual interactions with Little Smye on her parenting nights and the sense of 'hey now, this is MY house, why don't I get to keep it?" But realistically, I'll still share a roof with my son, he's a 20 foot walk and a door knock away, and really... it gets us both what we want.

Perfect right? If only.

As Nobel Laureate Andre Gide once said, “Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.” As much as I loathe it... I think it's time to head out to sea and hope the weather holds...

(more after the jump)
 

Last week we had a real estate agent friend out to advise us on how to go about converting the house to a duplex by adding a central interior wall (cost estimate, impact on resale, etc etc). Long story short, her advice was DO NOT DO IT! We (apparently) have somewhere between $200k and $250k in equity in the house (hooray for buying in late 2011 and it being an election year approaching summer) and, in her work over the last 30 years, she's helped a number of clients (which we are not) through similar divorces (one spouse realizes they are gay and it's amicable) and only once has living on the same property  survived beyond the acquisition of a new partner. In all the others, even those who'd been best of friends since childhood, things eventually turned ugly. Not to mention the fact that The Socialist has made it clear she wants a home entirely to herself within the next 5 years.
 
Additionally, the preschools and elementary schools that provide appropriate services for Little Smye are all out of the district we live in now. Her advice is: Sell the house this summer, use the profits to 1) give The Socialist a large chunk of $ to survive on while she sets up her practice/downpayment on a small house for her/Little Smye 2) give myself a smaller chunk (only $80k) to completely zero out all student loans 3) reduce my spousal support by way of the larger share of profits going to The Socialist at the outset 4) provide myself a larger portion of his income to be able to rent for a short while near to work and build a stockpile to buy again when the market next drops 5) provide Little Smye a stable, single move, landing in a near-forever home. 
 
It's utterly heartbreaking, but admittedly seems to be the most reasonable solution. I don't want to give up my home, but I can't afford to support my own mortgage, a household for The Socialist once she moves out, AND make my student loan payments. And if The Socialist is going to move Westward towards better schools for Little Smye , I want to be nearby.
 
My biggest anxiety (other than losing my wife [oh wait, that's already done] and not living with my son most of the time [in his best interest based on the careers of his parents]) is the financial aspect of all of this. The Socialist took a low paying job and I acquired $80k in student loans in order to maximize our family's long-term earning potential, but with the divorce it leaves us both effectively screwed... except that we've got such equity in the house that we can effectively solve both problems (giving her enough of a cushion to live off of until she finishes her licensure and eliminating all of my student debt).
 
We've not made any decisions at this point, but it's looking like we'll likely aim for a deal to be reached end-of-spring with closing in mid summer (I have a full month off this summer, which would allow for crashing on The Socialist's couch while I hunt for a new home once we have her securely placed). We'll also likely stay married until after the house is sold as there are no capital gains taxes on up to $500k if we're married, but $250k if we're divorced. We'll then see about doing one of those 'self-guided divorce' deals for $800 rather than the $8-20k attorney-guided divorces - we'll effectively have no further assets or debts to divvy up.
 
I'll be meeting with our former realtor (who helped us buy the house) in three days, and we'll go from there.

In brief, I'm terrified, I'm reluctant, I'm suffering. But I'm also hopeful. Perhaps, just maybe, I'll find land again, or at least a beautiful sea.

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

The Map is Closed

Apologies all, for the lengthy absence. Suffice it to say a lot has been going on.

1 - I got picked up by AllRecipes as an AllRecipes AllStar Brand Ambassador - WOOT WOOT!

2 - I'm redesigning alternative education for an entire school district which - although rewarding - is utterly exhausting and a huge timesuck.

3 - The Cartographer has taken up nearly all of my restful moments - in ways both good (99%) and bad (1%).

4 - The Cartographer and I broke up.

Let's elaborate, shall we?

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Turns out you CAN beat a royal flush

ACES: My score is 7.

Kings: My sister attempted to make the King of Hearts when I was 14.

Queens: When I had reconstructive surgery to take my feet from grotesquely crooked size 17s to straight and functional 13s, my other sister dubbed herself the 'queen of mean' and routinely would stomp on the broken bones.

Jacks: They're sharp and pointy, like the hammer I put through my left hand at 16 by mistake while sharpening it.

Tens: I used to weigh 42 of them in pounds and had all the associate stigma and health problems to go with it.

And yet, somehow, I've never experienced agony like this. Never even imagined suffering on this level. I know it may sound petty - I'm fed, healthy, have a great son and am still best friends with my gay wife - but holy hell this hurts. And all the more for finally finding some grounding.