A visiting friend recently made me think of a story that I published in another blog of mine called Raccupine Farms back in 2010. The post was written a little over a year after being "managed out" of my corporate job when I turned fifty-five. My spirit was broken and I was burned out from six months of unethical practices of abuse-- albeit normal, I've heard from other survivors-- from my managers. Looking back, I had no business being in that particular corporate structure. I am an empath NOT a barracuda. It had been a painful year and I was still recovering from exhaustion and the trauma of rejection.
Our marriage was twelve years old at that time, neither of us had made it that long in other relationships, and I was feeling introspective on the wonderful transition that began for me when Nathan came into my life and into this house.
Almost ten years have passed and I will let the piece speak for itself. It gives me joy to revisit it and celebrate how we have come through hard times and still managed to heal each other with our love for one another.
https://raccupinefarms.blogspot.com/2010/08/dirt-composting-and-love.html
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