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looney1
TW nearly 62 now. Done all the therapy and self help. Tried so hard to change everything wrong with me. Still have a miserable lonely life where I mother and soothe and support as many people as I can but have no one to help me. Taken for a fool consistently. Unconditional love and acceptance doesn't atttact the same. Just need to die now. Wish I knew how.
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Here is my new brother, copper :) He's so tiny! Moo and Tuck were ok with him on first meeting. Rocket due to his severe aggression will never meet Cooper.
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I have a feeling I will be single until its my time. It is lonely. You have us here always. I am just starting to venture out, even by myself on my terms and its helping a lot. Is there anything social you can try to get out and do to meet more people? I know its hard. One of my friends just started grooming therapy with horses and she loved it. Maybe volunteering?
All I can say, is that it's never too late to reward people who are willing to give as well as receive.
Dunno. . . I mostly leave that concept alone. None of us get to understand everything. I am growing in my ability to be loving, but the unconditional part still baffles me.
Gentle empathy on the loneliness, Looney. Sometimes I believe that unrequited longings are *simply* part of the human condition. We are hard-wired to want whatever it is we don't have.
"I have a feeling I will be single until its my time. It is lonely. You have us here always"
I grew up as the oldest son in a family that was in constant danger as I was raised in a missionary family in an overseas war zone. My missionary dad's work had him travel 28 days out of every month, so I was left with my mom and my sister to protect living 6 years in a combat neighborhood in which our house was located. We lived in a duplex sharing a wall with a neighbor. I had a signal for tapping on the wall for the neighbor, who had a pistol, to come run off intruders when fighters tried to enter our house.
Government oldiers took over our house once for a day, sticking their rifles out my bedroom window. One night their enemy rebels tried to break in, but that time I tapped the wall and our neighbor came and ran them off with his gun.
I mention this to say I nurtured and protected, too, from elementary school on up, and I never learned anything else in relationship. So when I behaved like a protective big brother, two wives who didn't need that divorced me. It hurt because I never cheated or was abusive. I was a good provider (paid for graduate school for both) and even did the cooking and cleaning in the home.
But I didn't know how to do anything else. That they found elsewhere. I'm not saying their adultery was justified, I'm just saying I wasn't rewarded for being protective and nurturing unconditionally, so I know what you mean, I've lived it through two divorces. Since then I re-lived it in dating relationships again that I called off before they led to marriage because I saw I was setting myself up for that again.
Being a Community Leader, I recognize, is part of me being the only thing I know to be in relationships, the protective big brother. So since marriage wasn't a place where that was rewarded (a husband was needed there, not a big brother) I'm so grateful for finding this place where that role is rewarded.
I sure do get where you're coming from, Loo. You're not alone. As Dooo said, "You have us here always." You really do.
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