Divorce Stages: Phase 2: The Reclusion
Though I did enjoy my promiscuous phase to some extent,
the feelings I had during it caused me great pain on the inside.
Eating away at me like a ferocious nympho nibbling a freshly
shorn pussy.
Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore, and became
ashamed of my behavior. So much so that I went into reclusion.
Several women that I knew, I was still talking to, and I shut
them out. All of them, every last one. No matter if they seemed
to have any real promise for a relationship or just the potential
for a nice romp, I walked away from all of them. I didn't
really speak to anyone for a little while. I just went into
a shell of my life, hiding from what I needed to face. I didn't
return calls, I didn't return emails, I shut myself
off from the world around me, other than work, which I could
not afford to do. This was the point where I began dealing
with the fact that my marriage had failed, that I didn't
succeed, and once again, my personal life was a failure.
Myself, I had a hobby with which I drove myself into. That
is my old cars. It just so happened that at the same time I
fell into this cycle, it warmed up a little, and I started
getting my old car ready for its rebuilt engine. Ironically,
I think this is where many guys that do not have such hobbies
fall into the cycle of despair that puts them smack dab in
the middle of a bar, drinking their loss away.
This is the point that makes or breaks a guy. He is either
going to buck it up, figure out his feelings and stand right
back up, or he is going to slump down into his seat, spending
his days wondering why it didn't work out, never truly
dealing with the emotions that are gurgling inside him.
Myself, I am standing up. How about you?
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