Dry spells

[hmmnmm]

I do not take it for granted that times are satisfactorily 'wet' these days, because I have been well acquainted with those dry spells in years past.
The longest was a six year stretch (September 1992 til October 1998).
I've known well the resignation, the near certain belief that it would never happen again - made doubly frustration when I'd realize I missed several chances - like rgraham said, something about missing signals and cues. Seeing them all too clear after the fact.
Oh boy, I could go on about this...
Hang in there SJ. It'll come to you again.
One thing those droughts do is to make you appreciate the rain all the more when it finally washes over you.

 

[SeaCat]

I was tempted to not reply to this thread, but my wife has convinced me I should.

I went through a dry spell for a number of years.

You see my wife had died, my wife of all of two weeks. No it wasn't through any illness, unless you consider the hatred of others to be an illness. She had gone home to visit family and was killed when some asshole with a political/hatred driven agenda detonated an explosive device on the bus she was riding in. Sh along with 16 others died that day.

Maybe I should say 17 others for I too died that day.

I returned to my home in Europe from her burial consumed by grief and anger.

I buried everything inside. I became the coldest most callouse person you could ever meet. I was like Ice. It even embarrassed Uncle Sam a time or three. I just didn't care if those I went up against lived or died. I went through more Team Members, they were unerved by me. I took the worst, the most dangerous jobs. I just plain didn't care. My constant compainions were grief and rage.

Then my contract ended, all contracts ended due to the indescretions of several Marines in the Embassy in Moscow.

I returned to the United States.

I tried Corporate Security for a while, what a joke that was. I did Body Guard work for a while, of that was even more of a joke. I saved up some money and vanished.

For six months I lived in the backwoods of Washington State. I lived out of a backpack and ate what I could catch of shoot. I rarely saw another human being. I thought about what I had been through and what I was facing.

I returned to my home and started in school.

I was strange to those from New England. My hair was long, to my waist. I wore jeans and flannel shirts. I wore Apache Style Moccasins.

I met a young woman while in school, a young woman from an overbearing family. She dressed funny, long sleeves and long pants even in the hottest weather. At first we hated each other.

One day classes were canceled because of a storm, a Nor'Easter. It was cold and windy out and the snow was falling heavily. I saw her standing alone at the bus stop as I was leaving the school. For some reason I stopped and offered to let her sit in my car as she waited for the bus. Over an hour later the bus still hadn't shown up so we went back into the school and called the bus line. It turned out they had canceled services before the classes had been released.

I drove her home, a long and truly nasty drive both ways.

We started seeing much more of each other, we even started dating whic surprised the people we knew and disgusted her parents. (I wasn't rich.)

It was almost two years before we had sex for the first time. The first time in many years for me. (The first time ever for her.)

We later married. She helped me through my nightmares. I helped her through the recovery of a rape.

We married 14 years ago.

We still have dry spells, sometimes lasting for weeks. These are still the remnants of what happened before we met. We work through them.

Cat

 

[Lord DragonsWing]

Dry spells? Damn, I've been too busy to think about it. But now that it's mentioned. Volunteers will be accepted. lol