The past chapter of my life (surpassing a year now) has been traumatic. I’ve experienced new forms of evil I hadn’t thought possible.
The events I’ve experienced have forced me to acknowledge some things and make changes. One of those things is removing my old posts.
Presuming I stay alive, I will deliver more truths soon that unpacks the reality I face. Right now, though, I don’t have much to show.
I’m still as transparent as before, but I now require others’ bravery to hear my situation. I’m happy to share, even if I don’t know you.
What I’ve Learned
I’m now picking myself up from the hardship and trauma that have come from a plethora of circumstances. My new layers of perception are surreal: I can barely recognize my old value system.
I have discovered a strange discrepancy. This world is far more gracious toward those who can market themselves as victims than those who own their mistakes. It’s simply raw numbers:
- Most people would self-describe as victims than own their mistakes.
- Misery loves company.
I’ve emerged from the other side of this journey with my sanity (mostly) intact. God has defied the odds and broken me only in the places I needed. He has left the redeemable parts mostly undamaged.
What I’m Doing Now
My wife Tori has disappeared with Victor (now age 8) and Mia (now age 5) for 1 year, 2 months. I have had no information whatsoever about their whereabouts or wellbeing.
Her choices have made the situation vastly complicated. Our family’s best interests rest in me doing nothing about her estrangement of me from them.
I am waiting for my wife to re-emerge with our children. Her bravery to do so will prove she’s worthy of reconciliation. Until then, she bears the joint shame with me of a failed relationship and broken family.
The cleansing of my past is now complete.
I am presently building about two dozen essays across my four main sites, and, God-willing, will have that done soon.