Oh... I'd say probably five years before I split with my H, and my shrink pretty much knew things were a done deal... and being pro marrage and all... he was not one to give up on me. For in his estimate, marriage is not about love, but the ability two people have to solve their problems.
In my darkest hours... he would say to me... 'hang on. hang on as long as you can."
And I'd say... "why?"
And he'd say, 'because at some point, you are going to know, and you will quit asking me what you should do.'
That is acceptance.
The day I went to see him, to tell him of my divorce, the man looked like he had personally failed me. I wondered out loud about it.
"I was hoping two intelligent people would get past their stubbornness and see a way clear."
"Me too. But. I hung on as long as I could."
Nod. "Okay... let's get you healed..."
And that was that. To me... is was both a success and a failure, at the same time. My beloved Harmonic Oscillator philosophy, applied to life.
