My Wife Walked Out 6

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RSG - I put my hands on her when I want to, because at those moments I trust she wants me to. By she I mean the prisoner, by me I mean the visitor. I think you get that.

Somewhere inside us both, by both I mean me and my girl, you and your girl, all of us and all of our girls, and those girls here and their guys, not the LBS here and all the WW out there, rather the disrupted lovers out there, those who will not have to come here and those who will. Somewhere inside, somewhere, are still two lovers who cannot let go, who will not let go. It is primal, it is animal, and it is instinct. If I loose that, I am done.

I do believe I am best served on the MLC board, which is where I have moved my sitch. BUT...... for all I have read there, what I have not lost, a woman is still a woman, a man is still a man; pain remains pain, and hope once forgotten is not easily regained. I am detached. I am not without hope. I am not without gender - neither is who will always be my girl. I will succeed for me, whatever that looks like, and so will all of us if we know the above to be true.

You have come so far RSG, I do salute. Move at your pace and when this is done, invite me to have a drink w/ you and your W. Then confidently ask her to excuse herself so we can laugh and remember, and when that day comes, whether I am w/ my W or not, you will be correct, I shall be chugging along w/ my life.