Monday night we had an extended version of the men's therapy group wherein we all shared the sordid details of our past. I won... I definitely have had the most tragic life thus far. A close second was a man who had a abusive alcoholic father that left when he was four. We are all a pretty fucked up bunch though. Father issues everywhere...
The funny thing is, I am definitely the happiest man in the group (currently). Seems ironic...
I am becoming very close to the young cadet I am mentoring, perhaps too close. I feel pretty safe but it is like skiing right to the edge of your ability and then pushing just a little more. At some point I have to say the phrase "I view you as I would my own daughter" to her. I don't have an issue with saying that, but I am fearful that she actually views our relationship in a slightly different light and I might push her away. However, I still have to say it. I have to set the boundaries to preserve what is truly important to me; most importantly, my wonderful wife. I owe her that. Ego is such a powerful thing though.
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