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bardegaulois
Guest
Greetings, friends. I’ll start by letting you know that I will be working through this with my spiritual director this weekend, as that would be the very first thing I’d say to one who came to me with this problem and I anticipate that may well be the first thought on your minds as I relate my tale here.
I’m 40, and this past semester has been my first living in a house of discernment for the diocesan priesthood. Aside from taking a few courses, I also work at a school in my hometown 30 miles from the house, where my office is undergoing a major transition this semester. I’m also an Extraordinary Form MC, which takes up a lot of my time as well. Back in October, I found myself busier than I thought I’d be with everything and started making a conscious effort to take some time off and take better care of myself, lest I get to that point that I start feeling somewhat put upon by all my duties. It hadn’t worked out very well. My plan for next semester is to relinquish my dorm there and instead to stay with family closer to my workplace. So when an old friend invited me to an early Thanksgiving during a scheduled recess at her place a few hours away, I jumped at the opportunity.
I have known this friend since high school, and she and I have been very close for over 20 years. She is civilly and unhappily married, but both she and her husband are ambivalent about ending it due to their child and financial reasons. Both will admit – she especially – that their partnership was ill-formed and impetuous. For reasons of our own personal maturity, a romance never really developed between us in our youth, but we were for a year inseparable and became very emotionally intimate. Then she moved away. We stayed in touch, and I’ve visited her almost annually. I was at their wedding. I held their child when she was an infant. We’ve spent birthdays and even one Christmas together. She’s always wanted me to be a part of her life, and I’ve always wanted to be a part of hers. Her husband has always welcomed me and respected our relationship to one another. Lately, though, I’ve received a lot of late-night calls coming from her melancholy place about her unhappiness with her marriage and her despair about things getting better. I’ve prayed with her over the phone a lot, and I’ve prayed for her perhaps more than I have for anyone else.
While I was there, her husband and child went off to watch television for the evening, and we lingered on at the dinner table to talk over a glass of wine. I took her hand while saying something reassuring, and neither of us let go until we went to sleep that night. Everything remained quite chaste, don’t get me wrong, but our demeanour toward one another was markedly affectionate.
to be continued…
I’m 40, and this past semester has been my first living in a house of discernment for the diocesan priesthood. Aside from taking a few courses, I also work at a school in my hometown 30 miles from the house, where my office is undergoing a major transition this semester. I’m also an Extraordinary Form MC, which takes up a lot of my time as well. Back in October, I found myself busier than I thought I’d be with everything and started making a conscious effort to take some time off and take better care of myself, lest I get to that point that I start feeling somewhat put upon by all my duties. It hadn’t worked out very well. My plan for next semester is to relinquish my dorm there and instead to stay with family closer to my workplace. So when an old friend invited me to an early Thanksgiving during a scheduled recess at her place a few hours away, I jumped at the opportunity.
I have known this friend since high school, and she and I have been very close for over 20 years. She is civilly and unhappily married, but both she and her husband are ambivalent about ending it due to their child and financial reasons. Both will admit – she especially – that their partnership was ill-formed and impetuous. For reasons of our own personal maturity, a romance never really developed between us in our youth, but we were for a year inseparable and became very emotionally intimate. Then she moved away. We stayed in touch, and I’ve visited her almost annually. I was at their wedding. I held their child when she was an infant. We’ve spent birthdays and even one Christmas together. She’s always wanted me to be a part of her life, and I’ve always wanted to be a part of hers. Her husband has always welcomed me and respected our relationship to one another. Lately, though, I’ve received a lot of late-night calls coming from her melancholy place about her unhappiness with her marriage and her despair about things getting better. I’ve prayed with her over the phone a lot, and I’ve prayed for her perhaps more than I have for anyone else.
While I was there, her husband and child went off to watch television for the evening, and we lingered on at the dinner table to talk over a glass of wine. I took her hand while saying something reassuring, and neither of us let go until we went to sleep that night. Everything remained quite chaste, don’t get me wrong, but our demeanour toward one another was markedly affectionate.
to be continued…