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[sabrinamari]

A weekend workshop popped into my head this evening. It's solidifying as the evening progresses. It's about teaching others to do what I did to transition out of my marriage/old love paradigm and into a new relationship/way of being/love paradigm.

I've been thinking about the need for something like this since my friend T. began making his own painful transition out of his marriage and into a new life. It's so hard to do, so painful, and although it must be these things, it doesn't have to happen alone or without help.

I'm going to ask catpaw to help me make this vision real.

Comments

[kyrian03.livejournal.com]

This sounds like a fascinating class. I know that I can't get to you to attend a weekend a workshop, but would love some advice. Having a hard time currently and would appreciate any advice you might have.

Thanks.

[catpaw67.livejournal.com]

And you shall have my help, of course!

[sligoe.livejournal.com]

As a graduate of the school of hard marriage knocks, I would be happy to lend any assistance I can. It's a desperately needed workshop---so many of us are lost when this happens.

[sabrinamari.livejournal.com]

Thank you, dear.

[sabrinamari.livejournal.com]

Thank you, hon.

[sabrinamari.livejournal.com]

I think I'm going to do at least a brief podcast on it. Then it won't matter where you are.

[shades-of-nyx.livejournal.com]

Why am I always the voice of the "devil's advocate"?
I'd like to know the 2nd half of the story.
Leaving the marriage was easy comparatively.

The horrible, gut wrenching loneliness is not.
Being alone with no one to talk to before bed.
Making dinner alone every night.
Nothing to look forward to in the morning.
No one to call even when I'm wanting contact.

So, I've made space for the new.
Tons of space.
Nothing left of my old life...

Does the sun shine soon?

[sligoe.livejournal.com]

Yes. It does. You have to make it shine sometimes, but it does and will shine all on its own. I promise.

And you're right. Leaving is easy. Recovering is horrible, messy, ugly, and just plain soul-destroying. But you can and do recover, if you want to. A little bit at a time. Cautiously. Even if you don't think you will, even if it seems like the pit is as deep as a hole in the ground to China, and as black as moonless midnight. I promise this, too.

It. Does. Get. Better.

I'm always available for a phone call---the number is the same.

Hugs.

[shades-of-nyx.livejournal.com]

Desperation makes me say harsh things.
Sometimes the harshness is inappropriate.
The above is a response to MY current life crisis and not a response to Sabrina's good workshop idea.
I envy Sabrina's ability to be healthy and happy. I don't always handle it gracefully.
I apologize.