Three months shy of eleven years ago, I married someone I formed a bond with when SC was still new. He’s dying now— and I’ve come here to say, even though you would think this is the worst possible place to meet the love of your life— I did. It seems fitting I should come back, however briefly, to honer that.
Absolutely. A lot had to be worked through those first years. We had to work hard on ourselves and on the relationship together. The last five years have been hard for different reasons, but as a couple— we had a come to Jesus moment, and everything shifted. It became an honest relationship built on real love and trust.
He called himself Lycan back then.
That is the first SC marriage.
I lost someone close to me last February, I unexpectedly mourned several times a day for 2 weeks. Now it's not bad at all.
You'll go through something similar when he's gone, probably much worse cause you were a bit, short fused if I recall correctly.
Whatever the case, I hope his death is painless. Pain is the only scary thing about dying. Some say* it's painless.
Turncoat came out as a Transexual and insists he's a woman.
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He called himself Lycan back then.
That is the first SC marriage.
I lost someone close to me last February, I unexpectedly mourned several times a day for 2 weeks. Now it's not bad at all.
You'll go through something similar when he's gone, probably much worse cause you were a bit, short fused if I recall correctly.
Whatever the case, I hope his death is painless. Pain is the only scary thing about dying. Some says it's painless.
Turncoat came out as a Transexual and insists he's a woman.
God has transformed my mind. I really didn’t think I could change. It wasn’t instantaneous of course. It was a gradual process of refinement through fire. I’ve been humbled these last four years especially, as we navigated through his cancer journey. We’ve both been humbled.
Anticipatory grief is real. The last few weeks have been like a hellish emotional awakening. I’ve always had problems with dissociation and attachment. Even past the changes in me. I was beginning to fear I wouldn’t be able to connect to the depth of my pain. It’s strange to say how relieved I am that it’s there. I feel it more deeply than I’ve ever felt anything in my whole life. It’s agonizing but at least it’s real and I can process it sober and with my eyes wide open.
As for Turncoat—- what can I say? The spirit of confusion devours many these days.
Absolutely. A lot had to be worked through those first years. We had to work hard on ourselves and on the relationship together. The last five years have been hard for different reasons, but as a couple— we had a come to Jesus moment, and everything shifted. It became an honest relationship built on real love and trust.
That's very interesting.
He called himself Lycan back then.
That is the first SC marriage.
I lost someone close to me last February, I unexpectedly mourned several times a day for 2 weeks. Now it's not bad at all.
You'll go through something similar when he's gone, probably much worse cause you were a bit, short fused if I recall correctly.
Whatever the case, I hope his death is painless. Pain is the only scary thing about dying. Some says it's painless.
Turncoat came out as a Transexual and insists he's a woman.
God has transformed my mind. I really didn’t think I could change. It wasn’t instantaneous of course. It was a gradual process of refinement through fire. I’ve been humbled these last four years especially, as we navigated through his cancer journey. We’ve both been humbled.
Amazing.
Transformation is good as long as it's for the better.
I'm thinking, since you and him achieved such a bond, it's as though your tribulations kinda forced you closer to God, as though God wants your connection to carry on.
Anticipatory grief is real. The last few weeks have been like a hellish emotional awakening. I’ve always had problems with dissociation and attachment. Even past the changes in me. I was beginning to fear I wouldn’t be able to connect to the depth of my pain. It’s strange to say how relieved I am that it’s there. I feel it more deeply than I’ve ever felt anything in my whole life. It’s agonizing but at least it’s real and I can process it sober and with my eyes wide open.
When distressed I'd rather avoid any form of pain or mourning, but as I mentioned earlier, I unexpectedly broke.
You will for sure connect to the depth of your pain, because of what it actually is, which is basically an ego death, or to be more descriptive a forced transformation of the ego. You'll have no choice but to change and you've become accustomed to him being in your life.
It's interesting how you've found some type of relief in your suffering. That's a high degree of knowledge/wisdom right there.
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As for Turncoat—- what can I say? The spirit of confusion devours many these days.
I added the Turncoat gossip to probably amuse you, but you got me nodding along.
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I grew up Roman Catholic but I don't follow the religion. I see there's a lot wrong with it.
There's this one song we used to sing in Church though, sounds like crossing over, or how we'll be after life on Earth.
( Excuse the imagery in this video since I don't believe Jesus was white )
Three months shy of eleven years ago, I married someone I formed a bond with when SC was still new. He’s dying now— and I’ve come here to say, even though you would think this is the worst possible place to meet the love of your life— I did. It seems fitting I should come back, however briefly, to honer that.
That's unfortunate.
Sorry to hear it.
Have you ever had to sit beside someone as they died? All the way to the death rattle?
Who did you lose, btw?
Yes. A close friend who rescued me from likely tragedy the first time I was homeless, in my teens.
I watched him get very sick in hospital.
But I had another emergency on the specific night he died.
Another friend was in hospital after a car crash, so I went to see her.
I've always believed my rescuer came to say goodbye at the precise moment of his death.
His sister told me that the doctors said he died some time after 6pm.
It was precisely 6:14 when his energy came and tapped my third eye.
Picture a blob of yellowish light, like the Flash, moving at usual human speed, with the same movement patterns as somebody you've known half your life, with a presence you can sense, like touch and scent.
I'm sure that if I were not such a skeptic, I might have heard what he was trying to tell me.
I've always believed that he and I knew each other across more than one lifetime.
Make of that what you will.
My other friend is doing well, now.
Not sure if I would have done things differently if I had known it would come down to choosing her over him.
He was terminally ill.
But she was fixable, and I like to believe that my presence helped her to heal.
Besides, if I'm correct, he and I will see each other again, On the other side, or in another life.