Is he really charming when he wants to be? He can be. Or once upon a time he could be. Its hard for me to be objective now, so I'm not a good judge. But H can exude a certain charisma. I definitely think he is depressed, and has been for quite some time.
And I perceive that you can take very good care of yourself, Not as good as I should, but I am working on it. Thanks for the vote of confidence.
There have been times in my life I used to love to go above and beyond the call of duty, this time not being one of them.
rH, you must give yourself a HUGE break. You have done so much. Aren't you exhausted? I think you always go above and beyond. Maybe you don't "love" it right now, but you still shine bright lady.
I was reading and rereading your signature line. Did you write it?
Not at all. I stole it from a poem, copied below. But I do like it very much. There is so much in this poem that speaks to both sides of MLC sitches.
The Layers by Stanley Kunitz
I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle not to stray.
When I look behind, as I am compelled to look before I can gather strength to proceed on my journey, I see the milestones dwindling toward the horizon and the slow fires trailing from the abandoned camp-sites, over which scavenger angels wheel on heavy wings.
Oh, I have made myself a tribe out of my true affections, and my tribe is scattered! How shall the heart be reconciled to its feast of losses?
In a rising wind the manic dust of my friends, those who fell along the way, bitterly stings my face. Yet I turn, I turn, exulting somewhat, with my will intact to go wherever I need to go, and every stone on the road precious to me.
In my darkest night, when the moon was covered and I roamed through wreckage, a nimbus-clouded voice directed me: "Live in the layers, not on the litter."
Though I lack the art to decipher it, no doubt the next chapter in my book of transformations is already written.
I am not done with my changes.
Me 46 H 56 M 22 yrs S22, D20, Twin Ss18
You teach people how to treat you by what you allow. What you stop. And what you reinforce. ~~~~~~~ A lack of boundaries invites a lack of respect.