Years ago I hit rock bottom.
My dad, who was my best friend and hero, had a progressive form of dementia and I had to make the gut wrenching decision to put him into a nursing home.
Even though I knew in my heart it was the right decision I had so much guilt, shame, and anger at myself.
Why didn’t I access my potential where I could’ve afforded to keep his apartment and hired the best caregivers to keep him in his home that he worked so hard to have?
And at the same time, how was I facing a divorce?
We were together for 13 years and i loved her very much and thought I'd be with her forever.
The next thing I knew, she's having an affair.
I gave her everything! >> jewelry, shoes, the car, you name it. I kept her smiling, laughing, safe and provided for.
How did this happen?!?
Was I missing or doing something wrong? Who can I
talk to this about?
I was embarrassed and ashamed to share this.
So I did what most men would do.
I hid.
I disappeared to the bat-cave to tried to fix and solve it and kept it to myself.
I’m sure you can imagine how the story goes... a painful, heart-wrenching divorce.