Month day matters because we're all human beings, we structure our lives on the calendar, we remember and celebrate holidays and special days.
Sure, fking is fking but just like I wouldn't want my kids to not have something special on their birthdays, a flagrant disregard of the social and cultural things that meant something special to us ... that hurts more.
I get the warrior call, the chest thumping we do to keep each other going through this fked up hard times. But just how much pain makes sense? At which point does it just become absurd, a self-important exercise to prove something to ourselves?
I don't want to prove anything to anyone, not even me. If I arrive at a place where I know I'm holding nothing but sht cards... it seems more warrior to me to call it like it is, fold, and go home.
I've got someone mentally ill. I've got someone who is going through exactly the same MLC sht that her mother went through, at exactly the same age, on the dot. Set your clock by it. Same fking behavior. Someone who used to call me the best person, best Dad, best husband she's ever met -- and now, yes, she wants to go blow some dude out at the park. Who knows. How does a person snap back from that. I don't think she does.
I've got a sht hand, and maybe it's time to go home.
Me: 50, MLC/WW 45 Young kids Nov 2015: BD1 Apr 2016: BD2 Jan 2017: W filed Feb 2017: D final