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I avoid conflict like the plague!! Hope the other person will reach out again and THEN I might interject a comment… Isolate. Immerse myself in reading, Netflix, sudoku, hopefully something that will keep me from thinking about my life.
Interesting comment. I’m an up front open D-Negative, lifelong, long life, especially for my family’s duration on the planet, 75 almost 76 makes me older than all but three of my forebears. Recent events family wise, added to Lockdown, which l cope with very well, have actually had me closing off inside. Now l’ve switched places with those who would shut me off, and on their return, l have decided it cannot be. I’m shutting shop, changing numbers, blocking calls, ignoring knocks except for delivery, a first in all my life. Being a Medium lifelong, being an empath, and always foregoing wrongs done to me, l’ve been made aware none of what l’m hearing is real. I’m being warned to close shop inside, don’t be drawn into debate on certain subjects anymore. Believe no one. That now, is the time to avoid confrontation. And this tells me that a premonition l had decades ago, that is still running in my memory, is about to happen. I’ve had premonitions since my first one on my father’s death, in 1968. About birth, death, and world events. About not trusting certain people, on first meeting, or handshake, which sends vibrations through my gut/stomach like a sudden sinking and a wave of terror if they’re bad news, to elation if they’ve good news. Every premonition l’ve had bar two, have to date come true. Two remain. One is about a former British PM. One affects us all. I’ve had so many paranormal experiences it would take a time to share them. Nothing has shut me off from people, scared me, because l have a non-religious, non church style faith in my creator, who had intervened too many times to count, to keep me alive against all odds. So l fear nothing and no human being. I don’t even fear my own death, which isn’t far away. What l’m getting now, is sad, lost, and endangered world, people, and it’s not an impenfing 1984 takeover bid by governments, it’s a takeover by the enemies of truth. Think about that sentence. Two forces govern all of us, and now is the time of Reckoning. And l’m not even religious! But it’s close.
I was shutting down my entries, about to go offline, when a news item headed by a three digit number came up on my phone. I’m used to signs, and this was a Biggie, a number from my childhood that haunted me at every twist and turn, relating to the most haunted place l knew and feared, by ghosts deliberately targeting me half my life, family style. My ancestry by them, living in that number home, is Quaker, through William Penn. My town was his home town too. Northampton UK. I know we are related. Until all my parents generation were dead, that number terrified me, it meant something was close. I couldn’t even drive past that house without feeling ill. Then left alone, l knocked the door of my childhood first ghostly building. I was feted, shown around, and l layed the ghosts of that building, and that three digit number, and apparently changed the atmosphere. Then, in the year 2000, whilst walking my dog past my childhood home half a mile away, l was greeted by the occupiers (owners) as l passed. She opened up, people do with me, her marriage was floundering, her hubby leaving soon, her life in tatters. She blamed their home. I asked why, she said a ghost haunted it, a little girl, she cried quietly every night in their bedroom. I new that house was build new when l was ten. I knew no girl had died there. I know we the ghost was me, my unhappy living soul from when l lived there. I was beaten by a five years older sister, and a year older brother. I was beaten and tied up to my bead head bars by my wrists, by my dad. My siblings merely carried his treatment on.l told her l had lived there. I asked to go inside. I told her l’m a Medium, and promised l could help. The world we think we know, is not the world at all, merely a very tiny part of its many facetted reality. She took me in, l couldn’t pass one doorway, so stayed outside it. I went to where my bed used to be and probably scared her to death. I said very quietly, “l’m back little Jeanie, l’m you and me, and l’m sorry l left you here. You can stop crying now, you can move on with God into the light, the soul that was me as a child. She likely thought me mad. Three months later, she knocked my door, gave me flowers. Thanked me. The girl had gone. The room was lifted. Their long marriage saved. They’d taken the house off the market, they were happy, thanks to me. I layed the ghosts of family and the ghost of me, in two houses that year. And l finally overcame that three digit number. It used to be displayed everywhere one time. I’d wake to it on my clock at nights repeatedly. I’d hear it read aloud. I’d see it everywhere until that year. Just sharing in here, it’s back. On my screen, glaring up at me. That tells me something bigger than Covid is coming. Just sharing!
I’m an A- empath, who’s always allways felt like “A stranger in a strange land” since my childhood. But because I’v been a martial artist for over 30 years, conflict is natural to me & even without thought I will defend myself while striking back at the same time, then I’ll isolate myself while contemplating about what happened. I’ve learned early in life since I was 10 years old that running away from conflict doesn’t solve anything, but avoiding conflict with a stance of wisdom, “if it can’t touch you, it can’t hurt you”.
Patrick: but it can touch you, it will touch you, you take it with you everywhere you go, you cannot escape yourself. You may never want to hurt another, never hit our, yet for some strange reason find yourself put in the defensive, despite never having hurt the other person knowingly. “You’re my mother, not hers!” From a child who sees you helping some other child/young adult their age, who’s in distress. “You love her, more than you love me,” from a daughter, who is a sister, talking about her sister. And your heart breaks, again. Every time you find yourself used as a piece of rag whilst growing up as a middle child office as l did, caught between older and younger siblings fire, as you try with all your heart to bring all sides together. Then, when you do succeed, you become their common enemy. It’s not cowardly isolation that makes you hide away, it’s the need for sanity!
It’s done it again… This site saying on my screen, “join 556 other subscribers to this forum! 556 is the family house number that haunted my whole life, which l shared in here with you. Now l know for sure something big is happening. There’s no such thing as coincidence, everything is by design. The Matrix theory is closer than mere theory.
In the last decade l’ve had frequent ‘hiccups’ of so called coincidences, but when they happen every day, you know they’re by design. I listen live to radio and sometimes on recordings, yet still it happens… I’ll be thinking aloud and the exact word l use may be one l haven’t used in years, but withing seconds, the speaker on radio uses that same word. Then, across the years, whole sentences are repeated back to me. It’s almost like a hiccup on an old vinyl record, and when it happens every day, it’s decidedly a Matrix effect.
Jeanette, I was the oldest of 5 children, so I was an only child for a couple of years. I took conflict with me everywhere for many years as a martial artist & I even enjoyed conflict because I turned that state of mind into a meditation exercise as a zen warrior. Then when I became a Sufi, I learned to trancend that state of mind for a better state of being….. About that number 556 (its numerological value is 7) & it can be taken as a message that’s trying to alert you to learn something about yourself. Thank you for sharing.
Patrick: Thank you for responding. I think the oldest child gets a tough deal too, more is expected of them. Setting examples especially. As for the number 556 relating to the number seven, well, my life path number (by adding all the digits of your date of birth down to one single digit, you reach your life path number) mine is number 7. Seemingly everybody’s choice of number. I know l’m being told something, l’m working on it. I was told by a Chinese astrologist in Eastern astrology, who asked me for my date and time and place of birth, then did my chart, two decades ago, that l am a ‘Shaman’, an ancient soul who had lived many lives, and this is my last. She touched on many truths. And l was told by a Bishop in the Church of England in 1973 that l’m a Medium, and to use my gifts wisely. I can’t ‘see’ for myself, but l see constantly for others, and so in 2008 l searched online for other mediums like me. I needed my first ever reading, and l needed someone totally unknown to me. I found a woman who intrigued me, as like me, she was retired, and she’d hidden away from using her psychic gifts and done a deal with the other side, just like me, “leave me alone while my kids are young, then when they’re gone, l will work with you, on condition you never scare my kids!!” I’d made the exact same pact long ago. She mirrored my life in her background on her site, like me, she’s had a lifetime of paranormal that git heavy, so she made the deal. The spirits left her in peace until her kids left home. Then she began getting myriad paranormal activity as soon as her last child left her home, had matured. It was waking her up to her promise, just as it did you me. Like they were saying to us both, “I’ve kept my end, left you in peace, now your kids are gone, now you keep your end of the deal, we talk!” So it was really odd, like following a paper trail set out just for me. Like we were twins. I called her number. Asked her if l could have a reading, gave no information, asked if she’d come to me, she said no, no home visits. I asked if she’d read me on the phone. No, no phone readings. She was babysitting grandchildren. She’d get her diary, made a date we could talk and arrange something. I said to the name l was given years ago, supposedly my guide, ” OK Simoon, if you’re here, if you’re still my guide, make her come to me!” She came back to the phone and said, “l can’t do this, l’m being told l have to come to you now, this has never happened to me before!” She was completely thrown off guard. I asked who was telling her, “my guide, it’s very odd, it’s never happened before, l’ve never been sent to someone!” She came. I taped the reading. Still have it. She called en route to say she was lost in a ‘strange named village’, it was my former home village, not on her route,, her sat Nov had failed her. l redirected her. She was in a place l d lived, a place with much of me stamped on it. She’d never been there begire, l knew sge was beung detoured to be given information. She walked in my home, stopped suddenly and said, “oh, you know you’re not alone in here don’t you? There are so many spirits here, they like coming here, they visit you often. So many of them. Oh, you’re a medium, theyre telling me, but you chose not to use it, you made a deal. Like me!” It’s an interesting tape. It was an interesting hour. Usually it’s me, surprising others, this time was mine, my first. And l was being called to keep my promise made decades before. To listen to the other side. I can tell you this though, when l replay that tape, maybe once every few years, it’s like listening to White Noise the movie all the time she and l speak to each other. As if together we wake up all the dead. Never seen her since. I hope she’s well.
O- here. I certainly don’t avoid conflict when confronting it is necessary; however, I try to choose my battles carefully. Also, I do not create unnecessary conflict and have a very low tolerance for those who do. I simply walk away from anything that I don’t feel is worth my energy or time. Some people simply enjoy arguing and aren’t looking for a resolution or to make peace. Walking away from those type of people is the greatest unspoken statement of all. It leaves them without anyone to argue with until they find someone else. When I find that I’ve been offended by someone or I’ve offended someone, I prefer to approach that person and discuss the issue at hand in a civil manner over a cup of coffee or other preferred drink. I don’t usually offend others intentionally but a few people who don’t know me very well haven’t taken my rather sarcastic sense of humor very well over the years. Most find it humorous but I’m smart enough to realize that some people are simply more sensitive than others and I respect that. First, I ask exactly what I did to offend them because I usually don’t know. I’ve learned that these particular sensitive types usually aren’t very willing to provide me with an answer. They respond with a rather pouty “Nothing” or “Don’t worry about it”. It isn’t until I let them know if they don’t tell me exactly what I did that I fear I will repeat the same offense again. I have to KNOW what I did or I can’t fix it. When I know what I did, I start off with an apology without ANY excuses for my behavior. If I’m the one who is offended, I just calmly let the other person know exactly what they did to offend me and ask if we can talk about it. Since I don’t get offended very easily, it’s usually a close friend or a family member that I’m talking with. Within 10 minutes, we’ve usually moved past the issue and it is forgotten. I don’t have to interact with people I’m not close to if I choose not to. At the same time it really bothers me if I offend ANYONE so if I’m the offender, I always try to make peace with those I don’t know very well. By the time the discussion has ended, we know one another a lot better than we did before.
The question of how we handle conflict really grabbed my attention because the ONE person in my life that I absolutely cannot have a peaceful conversation with is my husband! He’s a good hard working man, is highly respected, and goes overboard to help people. He’s willing to listen to anyone’s problems and in my opinion a bit too trusting of people’s intentions as he’s been taken advantage of many times. I’ve NEVER taken advantage of him by his own admittance yet if a bump arises in our marriage and if I so much as ask him if we can talk about it, he gets red faced angry immediately, talks TO me in a raised thunderous anger filled voice, and is NEVER wrong about anything. I openly admit my faults to him…we all have some but he doesn’t have any or makes excuses for his faults. He even has excuses for his excuses. He says they are not excuses but explanations. He then storms into an endless rant by saying the same things over and over and over again that usually have nothing to do with what I had hoped we could discuss. Yes, trying to communicate with him exhausts me so I had to stop. Needless to say, WE have a lot of unresolved issues while he believes everything is just fine. He is the only person that is supposed to be close to me that I can’t find a way to communicate with. I’m absolutely NOT willing to have shouting matches with him. We’re both 61 years old and too old to behave like a dating teenage couple. He’s even gone as far as to tell me that he wants a divorce but when he learned that I took him seriously enough to call an attorney and asked my mother if I could stay at her house until I found a job and regained my independence, he blew up on me for embarrassing HIM. Said he didn’t want a divorce and would give me another few months to see how things go…lol. I’m the one who asked to talk to begin with and MY concerns were never heard. He doesn’t want to put any effort into our marriage yet he’s terrified of my leaving him. He’s insecure but he’d never admit that and I’ll never point it out to him because I don’t want to hear his endless rants that make me feel like banging my head against a wall.
Wow. I could have written every word you wrote (except for the ages- we’re 54 and 51). It was freaky to read your comments as they are absolutely identical in every way to my life. Wow!
Julie…I’m not implying that we’re superior or anything because of our blood types but the truth of the matter is that we know how to handle conflict in a peaceful manner and are secure enough to hear a bit of constructive criticism.
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I avoid conflict like the plague!! Hope the other person will reach out again and THEN I might interject a comment… Isolate. Immerse myself in reading, Netflix, sudoku, hopefully something that will keep me from thinking about my life.
Interesting comment. I’m an up front open D-Negative, lifelong, long life, especially for my family’s duration on the planet, 75 almost 76 makes me older than all but three of my forebears. Recent events family wise, added to Lockdown, which l cope with very well, have actually had me closing off inside. Now l’ve switched places with those who would shut me off, and on their return, l have decided it cannot be. I’m shutting shop, changing numbers, blocking calls, ignoring knocks except for delivery, a first in all my life. Being a Medium lifelong, being an empath, and always foregoing wrongs done to me, l’ve been made aware none of what l’m hearing is real. I’m being warned to close shop inside, don’t be drawn into debate on certain subjects anymore. Believe no one. That now, is the time to avoid confrontation. And this tells me that a premonition l had decades ago, that is still running in my memory, is about to happen. I’ve had premonitions since my first one on my father’s death, in 1968. About birth, death, and world events. About not trusting certain people, on first meeting, or handshake, which sends vibrations through my gut/stomach like a sudden sinking and a wave of terror if they’re bad news, to elation if they’ve good news. Every premonition l’ve had bar two, have to date come true. Two remain. One is about a former British PM. One affects us all. I’ve had so many paranormal experiences it would take a time to share them. Nothing has shut me off from people, scared me, because l have a non-religious, non church style faith in my creator, who had intervened too many times to count, to keep me alive against all odds. So l fear nothing and no human being. I don’t even fear my own death, which isn’t far away. What l’m getting now, is sad, lost, and endangered world, people, and it’s not an impenfing 1984 takeover bid by governments, it’s a takeover by the enemies of truth. Think about that sentence. Two forces govern all of us, and now is the time of Reckoning. And l’m not even religious! But it’s close.
Apologies for typos on last entry. I figure you’ll translate them.
I was shutting down my entries, about to go offline, when a news item headed by a three digit number came up on my phone. I’m used to signs, and this was a Biggie, a number from my childhood that haunted me at every twist and turn, relating to the most haunted place l knew and feared, by ghosts deliberately targeting me half my life, family style. My ancestry by them, living in that number home, is Quaker, through William Penn. My town was his home town too. Northampton UK. I know we are related. Until all my parents generation were dead, that number terrified me, it meant something was close. I couldn’t even drive past that house without feeling ill. Then left alone, l knocked the door of my childhood first ghostly building. I was feted, shown around, and l layed the ghosts of that building, and that three digit number, and apparently changed the atmosphere. Then, in the year 2000, whilst walking my dog past my childhood home half a mile away, l was greeted by the occupiers (owners) as l passed. She opened up, people do with me, her marriage was floundering, her hubby leaving soon, her life in tatters. She blamed their home. I asked why, she said a ghost haunted it, a little girl, she cried quietly every night in their bedroom. I new that house was build new when l was ten. I knew no girl had died there. I know we the ghost was me, my unhappy living soul from when l lived there. I was beaten by a five years older sister, and a year older brother. I was beaten and tied up to my bead head bars by my wrists, by my dad. My siblings merely carried his treatment on.l told her l had lived there. I asked to go inside. I told her l’m a Medium, and promised l could help. The world we think we know, is not the world at all, merely a very tiny part of its many facetted reality. She took me in, l couldn’t pass one doorway, so stayed outside it. I went to where my bed used to be and probably scared her to death. I said very quietly, “l’m back little Jeanie, l’m you and me, and l’m sorry l left you here. You can stop crying now, you can move on with God into the light, the soul that was me as a child. She likely thought me mad. Three months later, she knocked my door, gave me flowers. Thanked me. The girl had gone. The room was lifted. Their long marriage saved. They’d taken the house off the market, they were happy, thanks to me. I layed the ghosts of family and the ghost of me, in two houses that year. And l finally overcame that three digit number. It used to be displayed everywhere one time. I’d wake to it on my clock at nights repeatedly. I’d hear it read aloud. I’d see it everywhere until that year. Just sharing in here, it’s back. On my screen, glaring up at me. That tells me something bigger than Covid is coming. Just sharing!
I’m an A- empath, who’s always allways felt like “A stranger in a strange land” since my childhood. But because I’v been a martial artist for over 30 years, conflict is natural to me & even without thought I will defend myself while striking back at the same time, then I’ll isolate myself while contemplating about what happened. I’ve learned early in life since I was 10 years old that running away from conflict doesn’t solve anything, but avoiding conflict with a stance of wisdom, “if it can’t touch you, it can’t hurt you”.
Patrick: but it can touch you, it will touch you, you take it with you everywhere you go, you cannot escape yourself. You may never want to hurt another, never hit our, yet for some strange reason find yourself put in the defensive, despite never having hurt the other person knowingly. “You’re my mother, not hers!” From a child who sees you helping some other child/young adult their age, who’s in distress. “You love her, more than you love me,” from a daughter, who is a sister, talking about her sister. And your heart breaks, again. Every time you find yourself used as a piece of rag whilst growing up as a middle child office as l did, caught between older and younger siblings fire, as you try with all your heart to bring all sides together. Then, when you do succeed, you become their common enemy. It’s not cowardly isolation that makes you hide away, it’s the need for sanity!
Addendum: middle child of five.
It’s done it again… This site saying on my screen, “join 556 other subscribers to this forum! 556 is the family house number that haunted my whole life, which l shared in here with you. Now l know for sure something big is happening. There’s no such thing as coincidence, everything is by design. The Matrix theory is closer than mere theory.
In the last decade l’ve had frequent ‘hiccups’ of so called coincidences, but when they happen every day, you know they’re by design. I listen live to radio and sometimes on recordings, yet still it happens… I’ll be thinking aloud and the exact word l use may be one l haven’t used in years, but withing seconds, the speaker on radio uses that same word. Then, across the years, whole sentences are repeated back to me. It’s almost like a hiccup on an old vinyl record, and when it happens every day, it’s decidedly a Matrix effect.
Jeanette, I was the oldest of 5 children, so I was an only child for a couple of years. I took conflict with me everywhere for many years as a martial artist & I even enjoyed conflict because I turned that state of mind into a meditation exercise as a zen warrior. Then when I became a Sufi, I learned to trancend that state of mind for a better state of being….. About that number 556 (its numerological value is 7) & it can be taken as a message that’s trying to alert you to learn something about yourself. Thank you for sharing.
Patrick: Thank you for responding. I think the oldest child gets a tough deal too, more is expected of them. Setting examples especially. As for the number 556 relating to the number seven, well, my life path number (by adding all the digits of your date of birth down to one single digit, you reach your life path number) mine is number 7. Seemingly everybody’s choice of number. I know l’m being told something, l’m working on it. I was told by a Chinese astrologist in Eastern astrology, who asked me for my date and time and place of birth, then did my chart, two decades ago, that l am a ‘Shaman’, an ancient soul who had lived many lives, and this is my last. She touched on many truths. And l was told by a Bishop in the Church of England in 1973 that l’m a Medium, and to use my gifts wisely. I can’t ‘see’ for myself, but l see constantly for others, and so in 2008 l searched online for other mediums like me. I needed my first ever reading, and l needed someone totally unknown to me. I found a woman who intrigued me, as like me, she was retired, and she’d hidden away from using her psychic gifts and done a deal with the other side, just like me, “leave me alone while my kids are young, then when they’re gone, l will work with you, on condition you never scare my kids!!” I’d made the exact same pact long ago. She mirrored my life in her background on her site, like me, she’s had a lifetime of paranormal that git heavy, so she made the deal. The spirits left her in peace until her kids left home. Then she began getting myriad paranormal activity as soon as her last child left her home, had matured. It was waking her up to her promise, just as it did you me. Like they were saying to us both, “I’ve kept my end, left you in peace, now your kids are gone, now you keep your end of the deal, we talk!” So it was really odd, like following a paper trail set out just for me. Like we were twins. I called her number. Asked her if l could have a reading, gave no information, asked if she’d come to me, she said no, no home visits. I asked if she’d read me on the phone. No, no phone readings. She was babysitting grandchildren. She’d get her diary, made a date we could talk and arrange something. I said to the name l was given years ago, supposedly my guide, ” OK Simoon, if you’re here, if you’re still my guide, make her come to me!” She came back to the phone and said, “l can’t do this, l’m being told l have to come to you now, this has never happened to me before!” She was completely thrown off guard. I asked who was telling her, “my guide, it’s very odd, it’s never happened before, l’ve never been sent to someone!” She came. I taped the reading. Still have it. She called en route to say she was lost in a ‘strange named village’, it was my former home village, not on her route,, her sat Nov had failed her. l redirected her. She was in a place l d lived, a place with much of me stamped on it. She’d never been there begire, l knew sge was beung detoured to be given information. She walked in my home, stopped suddenly and said, “oh, you know you’re not alone in here don’t you? There are so many spirits here, they like coming here, they visit you often. So many of them. Oh, you’re a medium, theyre telling me, but you chose not to use it, you made a deal. Like me!” It’s an interesting tape. It was an interesting hour. Usually it’s me, surprising others, this time was mine, my first. And l was being called to keep my promise made decades before. To listen to the other side. I can tell you this though, when l replay that tape, maybe once every few years, it’s like listening to White Noise the movie all the time she and l speak to each other. As if together we wake up all the dead. Never seen her since. I hope she’s well.
Correction to last entry: Simeon. My guide.
Sat Nav. (Corrective text is messing with my input) apologies.
O- here. I certainly don’t avoid conflict when confronting it is necessary; however, I try to choose my battles carefully. Also, I do not create unnecessary conflict and have a very low tolerance for those who do. I simply walk away from anything that I don’t feel is worth my energy or time. Some people simply enjoy arguing and aren’t looking for a resolution or to make peace. Walking away from those type of people is the greatest unspoken statement of all. It leaves them without anyone to argue with until they find someone else. When I find that I’ve been offended by someone or I’ve offended someone, I prefer to approach that person and discuss the issue at hand in a civil manner over a cup of coffee or other preferred drink. I don’t usually offend others intentionally but a few people who don’t know me very well haven’t taken my rather sarcastic sense of humor very well over the years. Most find it humorous but I’m smart enough to realize that some people are simply more sensitive than others and I respect that. First, I ask exactly what I did to offend them because I usually don’t know. I’ve learned that these particular sensitive types usually aren’t very willing to provide me with an answer. They respond with a rather pouty “Nothing” or “Don’t worry about it”. It isn’t until I let them know if they don’t tell me exactly what I did that I fear I will repeat the same offense again. I have to KNOW what I did or I can’t fix it. When I know what I did, I start off with an apology without ANY excuses for my behavior. If I’m the one who is offended, I just calmly let the other person know exactly what they did to offend me and ask if we can talk about it. Since I don’t get offended very easily, it’s usually a close friend or a family member that I’m talking with. Within 10 minutes, we’ve usually moved past the issue and it is forgotten. I don’t have to interact with people I’m not close to if I choose not to. At the same time it really bothers me if I offend ANYONE so if I’m the offender, I always try to make peace with those I don’t know very well. By the time the discussion has ended, we know one another a lot better than we did before.
The question of how we handle conflict really grabbed my attention because the ONE person in my life that I absolutely cannot have a peaceful conversation with is my husband! He’s a good hard working man, is highly respected, and goes overboard to help people. He’s willing to listen to anyone’s problems and in my opinion a bit too trusting of people’s intentions as he’s been taken advantage of many times. I’ve NEVER taken advantage of him by his own admittance yet if a bump arises in our marriage and if I so much as ask him if we can talk about it, he gets red faced angry immediately, talks TO me in a raised thunderous anger filled voice, and is NEVER wrong about anything. I openly admit my faults to him…we all have some but he doesn’t have any or makes excuses for his faults. He even has excuses for his excuses. He says they are not excuses but explanations. He then storms into an endless rant by saying the same things over and over and over again that usually have nothing to do with what I had hoped we could discuss. Yes, trying to communicate with him exhausts me so I had to stop. Needless to say, WE have a lot of unresolved issues while he believes everything is just fine. He is the only person that is supposed to be close to me that I can’t find a way to communicate with. I’m absolutely NOT willing to have shouting matches with him. We’re both 61 years old and too old to behave like a dating teenage couple. He’s even gone as far as to tell me that he wants a divorce but when he learned that I took him seriously enough to call an attorney and asked my mother if I could stay at her house until I found a job and regained my independence, he blew up on me for embarrassing HIM. Said he didn’t want a divorce and would give me another few months to see how things go…lol. I’m the one who asked to talk to begin with and MY concerns were never heard. He doesn’t want to put any effort into our marriage yet he’s terrified of my leaving him. He’s insecure but he’d never admit that and I’ll never point it out to him because I don’t want to hear his endless rants that make me feel like banging my head against a wall.
Wow. I could have written every word you wrote (except for the ages- we’re 54 and 51). It was freaky to read your comments as they are absolutely identical in every way to my life. Wow!
Julie…I’m not implying that we’re superior or anything because of our blood types but the truth of the matter is that we know how to handle conflict in a peaceful manner and are secure enough to hear a bit of constructive criticism.