She Say's She Want's Out Of The Marriage

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Even a married couple needs to consistently date. If you think about it, the real problem is the 'dating' stopped and life became generic and mundane. Almost like Groundhog day. Then the drift happens. Then the frustration. Then the fighting because both people know something isn't right but they don't have the necessary tools to work through the problems. The issues come out, the friction continues to get worse, the parties withdraw into their own little worlds; one finally stands up and says it's done.

We fell in love by the things we did together. It didn't just happen automatically. If you stop doing those things and fertilizing the M, it's gonna turn into all weeds. At some point in time, you can't save the lawn so you opt on killing the whole thing off and planting new seeds.

The source of ALL my problems is me. No one else has control over my internal world. Period. I am responsible for it, and I'm responsible to fix the parts of myself that created it in the first place.

If things don't change inside each of those people they will end up with the same weeds again and again. Too many people look outside of themselves as the source of their problems.They think changing their external world will cure their internal strife, but the problem with a geographic is wherever you go there you are.

"You can switch seats on the Titanic, but you're still going down."

After a while those same people realize nothing really changed. Nothing changed except the scenery.

That's the problem with WAS's who think there is some golden life out there. It doesn't exist. The life is inside of us and our unhappiness is inside of us. If you don't find a way to be happy regardless of circumstances, you'll never be happy. Circumstances change from 'good' to 'bad' constantly (and I use good and bad loosely). Who wants their internal world to be controlled by outside forces?

I certainly don't. But I lived that way for so long and watched those around me do it that I thought it was a normal way to live. It's highly dysfunctional.

My world rests on my shoulders. I am my own Atlas. And you....yours.