Life can be quite ironic at times.
A year ago from today was the last day I saw my ex fiancee here in the states. The next day from there was one of, if not the, worst days of my life.
I received a phone call from her brother saying she had been detained by immigration and was being deported to Mexico.
That phone call spawned 6 months of pure, unadulterated suffering on my behalf.
That girl, at the time, was the love of my life. Our love was seemingly unconditional, and mutual, and society took it from us.
I could not fathom the fact that both her and I wanted to be together, yet due to circumstances beyond our control we were forced to go our separate ways.
After talking with lawyers and trying to fight it, she got the boot back there and I was forced to continue on alone and broken. I developed a comfort level with her, and my whole routine in life was shattered over this.
We agreed to keep in contact and try to find a way to make things work. And long story short we stayed long distance with nothing but texts and phone calls for 6 months.
Then I took a trip down there to see if we could possibly make a life together for ourselves there.
In effort to plan for this I learned Spanish, obtained an English teaching certificate, and saved a substantial amount of funds.
In the end it all backfired.
Reality slapped us in the face upon my settling there. The culture shock, her emotional baggage, the much lower standard of living, and the obvious things such as being without my family and friends, my career, etc all hit us hard and we agreed it was best for me to come back.
Well long story short, here is the point of this post:
I could have let this fiasco break me. I could have turned into a sorry soppy loner crying rivers over this sh!t. But you know what?
I turned it around and have now become a much better man for it.
I have become much more progressive in my career. I just bought a house. I went from a skinny 195 to a bulked up physically imposing 240. I've banged more chicks in the last 6 months then I have in the last 6 years, and to top it off, of all things, on this particular day, a year from that day, this chick that I'm feeling and been dating for a while asked to be exclusive with me, and since she has met my criteria thus far for ltr material I'm cool with that.
My Dad always coins the "Get back on the saddle" doctrine, meaning when you have to cut your losses, you get back on the saddle and keep riding.
No doubt it has not been easy, and this was a very hard life experience for me, but perseverance has gotten me far.
I'm also very grateful for this forum and the wisdom I've inherited from it. The support and advice preached on here has been quite invaluable to me.
So to any of you who think your life is hopeless over your loss of your onetis think again.
Get back on that saddle and keep riding, like nismo says your princess is just in another castle.
Focus on your own self improvement and it will all come in due time.
A year ago from today was the last day I saw my ex fiancee here in the states. The next day from there was one of, if not the, worst days of my life.
I received a phone call from her brother saying she had been detained by immigration and was being deported to Mexico.
That phone call spawned 6 months of pure, unadulterated suffering on my behalf.
That girl, at the time, was the love of my life. Our love was seemingly unconditional, and mutual, and society took it from us.
I could not fathom the fact that both her and I wanted to be together, yet due to circumstances beyond our control we were forced to go our separate ways.
After talking with lawyers and trying to fight it, she got the boot back there and I was forced to continue on alone and broken. I developed a comfort level with her, and my whole routine in life was shattered over this.
We agreed to keep in contact and try to find a way to make things work. And long story short we stayed long distance with nothing but texts and phone calls for 6 months.
Then I took a trip down there to see if we could possibly make a life together for ourselves there.
In effort to plan for this I learned Spanish, obtained an English teaching certificate, and saved a substantial amount of funds.
In the end it all backfired.
Reality slapped us in the face upon my settling there. The culture shock, her emotional baggage, the much lower standard of living, and the obvious things such as being without my family and friends, my career, etc all hit us hard and we agreed it was best for me to come back.
Well long story short, here is the point of this post:
I could have let this fiasco break me. I could have turned into a sorry soppy loner crying rivers over this sh!t. But you know what?
I turned it around and have now become a much better man for it.
I have become much more progressive in my career. I just bought a house. I went from a skinny 195 to a bulked up physically imposing 240. I've banged more chicks in the last 6 months then I have in the last 6 years, and to top it off, of all things, on this particular day, a year from that day, this chick that I'm feeling and been dating for a while asked to be exclusive with me, and since she has met my criteria thus far for ltr material I'm cool with that.
My Dad always coins the "Get back on the saddle" doctrine, meaning when you have to cut your losses, you get back on the saddle and keep riding.
No doubt it has not been easy, and this was a very hard life experience for me, but perseverance has gotten me far.
I'm also very grateful for this forum and the wisdom I've inherited from it. The support and advice preached on here has been quite invaluable to me.
So to any of you who think your life is hopeless over your loss of your onetis think again.
Get back on that saddle and keep riding, like nismo says your princess is just in another castle.
Focus on your own self improvement and it will all come in due time.
