Dust-up and Can you go Home again

The past week has been out of the ordinary, very intense and eventful, bombs dropping all over the place, debris flying through the air, I am ducking for cover, so far so good, but the evening is young.

The first thing is the dissolving of the relationship I had with JoAnne Wilson which lasted about a year. She turned out to be very thin skinned lady, pretty much a reluctant novice when it comes to inner work. Her attempts at change were and are to protect her self-made fantasy about her and her husband, L.A, Wilson with whom she is incompatible but won't face the music and has this daffy idea that they have separate abodes in Eugene and live separate lives but somehow have a meaningful marriage. Her tastes were another problem for me. She liked what was save on the yellow brick road. To an extent she is a carbon copy English major like Doni, only JoAnne is very competent on the practical level where Doni specializes in bad decisions. On the other hand, it was unrealistic of me to even try to play the change game with someone like JoAnne whose not ready for prime time transformation. Not many people are. She's a dabbler. It is also a story concerning FB. She wants to continue playing doling the fun games with Larry and I. Relationships crafted on FB are fragile and short-lived. Rather than digging in she consoles herself with her social network, all the people that love her just the way she is.