Well, it's nice to be back. My life has changed to much since my last posts all I have time for is an update. Deep breath. I gave up the idea of the priesthood around the last time I wrote about it here, maybe a few months before. When I realized five years ago that my son would be starting his freshman year at college, and we'd be paying for half of it at least, splitting costs with his bio-dad, the same year I would start seminary I thought: this just cannot happen. My wife was still underpaid, working as an intern, and I had been the primary breadwinner all the years we've lived together and my son is, well, my son. It is my job to make his life as good as I can. It felt selfish, narcissistic, I am not sure of the word, but I knew I could not pay for both or was not willing to try. Maybe I should have, maybe I should have, but instead I began re inventing myself in other ways. First, anyone who actually reads this will be glad to know, my ocd symptoms, so jarring f...
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This is indeed good news. Prayers will continue to flow your way as you guys wait any further developments and whether or not to go through with the 'vaz'.
As someone who has been through it, it is not that bad...as long as the person performing the procedure remembers that you are a man and not a cow with so many utters to pull on. Enough said.
Keep me posted.
Peace.
Mike
I'll note the udder analogy when I talk to the urologist next time. All of this reminds me of how often women have to go through embarassing procedues as a matter of routine.
t
I just noticed that I spelled udders wrong in my last comment. I'm so glad I teach history and not english.
no worries. With some things, it doesn't matter how you spell them, it's what you do with them.
t