What my life companion (and
wife, still) has been telling to me for about 10 years, or that I still love
her just because my brain is injured might be correct, no matter the plenty
posts I published here about love being a status uniquely human, its difference
from instincts and it being a God-given gift to mankind for the fact that given
that my brain being objectively injured and me being still alive only
for my love I have for both of my children, truly makes me wonder in which way
I may be able to move on from our passionate
relationship that produced what I’ve been calling here my 2 treasures.
Given that my life is
empty of anything to do all day and every day I spent some time looking at what
other couples did after either one of the couple had TBI (see links) and I realized that I must add yet
another challenge to my life as survivor with TBI, or figure out how to move on.
What I can say for sure is
that the part of my brain that appreciates female beauty is absolutely intact
and I may even say that my solitude and distance from “womanly
contacts” for such a very long time has made my attraction to other
women even stronger than it’s ever been before.
However, since I’m a
wheelchair bound disabled without much money I certainly can’t attract any
woman of a certain beauty and class level (both of paramount importance) for
anything more than a glimpse of pity directed to me, the fact that I always was
a “good catch” for any woman I ever met, truly can’t help at all, simply
because the gap from that condition (good catch) to my current one is so vast
that I could bet $1M with anybody else about not being frustrated by it.
I doubt in fact that my
being a real Italian, having a vast work experience at presidential level, 2
children in their teenage years and still being in love forever with their
mother could help me to move on in any way, shape or form.
I
must hope that some of the women (maybe Italian) who knew me when I was “a stud”
could overcome what I definitely cannot and graciously take care of me.
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