This is a subject that I came up with last night because it bit me in the ass. I was sharing a beautiful moment with my wife (you all know what I mean) and out of nowhere a mental vision of my wife with her OM filled my head. It was like I was watching her from above the bed with the other people. Needless to say it was disruptive but not terminal. Afterwards, I was lying there and just broke down. Of course my wife saw the pain and i could see she was deeply bothered by it. She did everything right, asking if I wanted to talk and share my pain with her. The best I could describe it was mourning a death. The image & pain were very real. I write this posting looking to others to enlighten me on what you do in this type of situation. I've explained to her that overall I feel fine, acceptance of her actions, but occasionally out of the blue a random thought rings out like a sniper shot and hits me straight in the heart. I get upset because it makes me feel like I've taken a giant step backwards (for a few minutes) and tends to put a negative cast on the day. I'm trying my damnedest to move on and not dwell on the past, because I think that the road forward is only wide enough to handle my daily problems and not all the baggage from the last few months. Am I alone in this?
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