Post Date December, 03 2023
Your wife ran away with a married man, and there is no emotion like that of a man at this time.
That was in 1989, on a hot summer night, when I came home from work, I saw a very frustrating and dramatic scene: in our single room residence, most of my wife's belongings were gone. That cat is also missing. She had already arrived at the station before.
Later, the phone rang.
My wife just said, "I need time to think about it
Eight painful days have passed, and I received a letter from her - without a reply address - in which she expressed her admiration for a married man who was a regular customer of the bar she supervised. Six weeks before our second wedding anniversary, our marriage came to an end.
Of course, I was shocked as I attempted to rebuild my life in the coming months. I started going to see a clinical doctor. I read self-help books. I quickly embarked on a fanatical housing renovation project, planning to transform my residence from a love nest to a bachelor's apartment.
I have also heard many wise advice from women. I share it with them. I listened. I cry.
I am very grateful to my female team for accompanying me through this emotional minefield. This team includes my ex girlfriend Sally, my divorced neighbor Lynn, and even my mother. They all talk directly to me in life.
Barry, the magazine owner I work for, told me, "As long as you put all your worries together, you can get out of it. Only when you're ready can you come back. Full pay
My other colleague, who is also the vice chairman of the advertising sales industry, said, "Where do you want to go? Las Vegas? Los Angeles? I'll book your flight - I'll put it in my office cash box
The motto 'women take care of, men take care of' applies to all aspects of family dynamics to conference politics. However, when it comes to relationships, the effectiveness of this medicine for treating various diseases is not good.
When we follow our instincts to make the right changes, men are often advised to indulge in micro analysis of relationships, which can even make Oprah feel exhausted.
But that summer, I had the courage to walk on, and whenever I felt uncomfortable, I would go to my male friends. They don't have much probing skills, and my female friends also have very tight schedules. However, at this time, they met a more urgent need: they felt that I had already controlled myself.
Therefore, I am grateful, and even at ease, because my friends have been supporting me and guiding me back on the road, and they seem more interested in this than my hurt emotional stories. Their companionship makes me feel very comfortable.
At the same time, I discovered something else: a hidden brotherhood that appeared outside of my circle of friends. Taxi drivers, waiters, and even a group of women wandering inside and outside my residence seem eager to share their own stories with others. I feel like veterans on the same battlefield as them. These new consultant teams are quite helpful, and I usually don't know their names - let's face it, sympathy is a wonderful thing.
Do you think this is bad for you? Let's hear my story first! "The Yamai oil painter at my residence told me this after hearing my sad story. Then he told me about a chaotic incident that happened in the family, which made my story sound like an episode of the" offline family ".
What I remember most clearly is his newly walking son - the product of the same broken family he described as me - happily playing with paint cans on the floor of my living room.
I was thinking, "If this guy can spend this painful time with the child, I definitely can too
For the first time since my wife left me, I feel hope shining.
My friend Dan finally put me on the path of recovery. Like me, a few weeks after my crisis broke out, his wife also left him, so we established a club, which we call the 'Lonely Hearts' club.
Every Thursday night, we eat some pasta at an Italian restaurant and talk about sad things. Before food arrives, we will share our common views on recent tightening policies. Next, we will focus on the future - whether we are the first to have sex with a woman in a game or endlessly discussing the second quarter of the baseball season.
Women often say that always discussing sex and sports represents a man's shallowness. But for Dan and me, these topics have a deeper meaning: they make us yearn for something. Finally, I think we are a wrestling team, dealing with one enemy together: stagnation.
The 'Lonely Hearts' club is growing. Stu and Walter, who were in a critical period of marriage, joined us, and their surprising repeated scolding at home left us stunned as a matter of routine.
Very few people provide explanatory suggestions, we are all just listening. Curiously, all four of us are 'good people'. We talk about relationships and really put in effort to establish a sensitive relationship that women's magazines claim does not exist. However, regardless, we were all drunk.
A few months later, the club began to dissolve. I met a woman. Dan went to California. Stu and Walter gradually began their slow and sad divorce process.
It has been 16 years since the last meeting of the 'Lonely Hearts' club. I am pleased to inform everyone that the founding members of the four clubs are now married - three of us have children
I dare not say whether our respective happy endings are a direct result of any relationships we have established in the round table. But it can be said that without the sincere companionship of those special friends that summer, I would have walked slower and more lonely along the way.
