I guess since I’ve been spouting off all this worldly advice about heartbreak, I should share my stories. It’s only fair, right?
Towards the end of my career in the Active Military, I found myself cohabitating with a woman in the beautiful California desert. We were both single and life certainly was good for me at that time. During this period I had to go home on emergency leave a due to a suicide in the family.
When I returned, I discovered that she had replaced me with a friend/co-worker of mine. I began a destructive path of alcohol abuse and coupled with my rage, I found myself alienating scores of friends and destroying relationships with some very fine people. These were all unsalvageable and I regret this to this very day and will regret this until the day I die. I loved her. She didn’t love me. It doesn’t take a rocket surgeon or a brain scientist to realize that this wasn’t going to work. Heartbreak? Nope. A mere crack in the ego I would later find out.
Fast-forward a few years.
I’m now married w/ a beautiful daughter. We’re quite content and able to spoil our child with all the things she would like to have (well, almost all the things she would like to have). Soon after she turned 15, she abruptly dropped out of school, ran away from home and started using methamphetamine. I have never known a knee buckling, heart wrenching pain such as this. We had spent her entire life sheltering, coddling, teaching and protecting her. Now she’s on her way to being a statistic.
I learned quickly that the police were going to be ineffective and I was going to have to start hitting the streets, knocking on doors. She was spending time with some folks that I wouldn’t choose as her friends (one guy was an ex-convict). And lies? I was being lied to so much, I thought I worked for the IRS on April 15th. By other parents, too. I’m fortunate enough to have a job that will allow me to leave work when needed so when my eyes and ears would report a sighting to me, I was on my way.
She would always stay one step ahead of me, though. I finally forced her home by wedging myself between her and her “friends”. Finally, no one wanted to harbor her because they didn’t know what her crazy, psycho ol’ man was going to do. She had no place to go except home.
She is doing well now. It’s been frustrating and a tremendous amount of work, especially for her, but there is significant progress being made.
This is my definition of heartbreak.