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Well I had the fortune of finding out twice. One for the lie and again for the truth. The first time I found out my wife of 11 years wanted a divorce wasn't anything special or worth writing about, but to start at the beginning I'll tell it anyway. Just last year 2nd week of November Im off on my annual Elk hunting trip in the Umatilla National Forest, Fossil unit Oregon. Translation- 5 1/2 hours from home in the middle of fucking nowhere. You don't have cell service in such locations so every 2–3 days we would make a short trip to get service to check on loved ones. Well long one short I get a belligerent voice mail from my wife about a argument/ situation with our oldest daughter and that she was done with this marriage and can't live under the same roof as her and we need a divorce. I won't get into my daughter's behavior only to say she suffers from mental illness and depression and has put us through quite the eventful year with her actions. So I just thought ok here we go again, more drama, she was just stressed nothing to worry about. (Edit: I realized after reading that last sentence it comes across as dismissive to the situation, perhaps I was here. I'm not without fault in getting the relationship to this point. We have both been through a lot, did counseling and everything else to try to mend ours as well as our daughters and relationship w/ mom and general wellbeing. I think the biggest conflict was I was always a optimist and she a pessimist in regards to the situation, both of us to a fault. I didn't blame her for her position but was certainly heart broken over the damaged relationship between her and our child, and now us.)Well I was wrong. Get home 2 days later and my wife yells at me for “still wearing your wedding ring, I said we're done! Take it off!” And doesn't let up from her position. I know she's done, divorce papers already in hand. It sucks, it hurts, like they all do, especially when children are involved but at least it was more or less a clean break. My one hold on was the thought that at least we could still be friends through all this. We met each other in the the 6th grade, 1996. We have been close friends ever sense dating here and there as teenagers but mostly friends untill senior year of high school in 2002. Started dating and have been together eversense. After 6 years of dating as young adults we got married in 2009. That's 23 years. I've known her longer than any close friend I have today.Fast forward a couple weeks for the real answer to the question. The Sunday after Thanksgiving in fact. I'm in my kitchen doing dishes which has a window looking out to our driveway when I see a unfamiliar vehicle pull in, and exists a unfamiliar woman who walks up and knocks on my door. To my surprise it's not a person lost with a mistaken address. Nope she had the right place. Proceeds to spill the beans and tell me everything about my wife having an affair with her husband. So I'd say that qualifies as a strange one, certainly was for me.The betrayal of an affair cuts so deep. Suddenly not only did I lose my wife, have a broken family, children with confused hearts that have to suffer the consequences, I had just lost my best friend of the last 23 years. That's what devastated me most. I only say this to hopefully make anyone who is emotionally done in a marriage to please just divorce first before you get involved in an affair. The difference between an honest break and betrayal is the stuff that kills lifelong friends.

I met X when I was 19. I was engaged 2 weeks later, and married 2 months after that. (Yes, I was impulsive, yes, I was so so young.) I got pregnant on my honeymoon. He told me he got a job in Oregon. He told me he was moving whether or not I wanted to, but I could come if I wanted. I was pregnant, and young, and “in love”, so I went.We argued constantly. I won’t lie; we both did horrible things. I (again really naive) thought, let’s have another kid! That will make things better. (Don’t try this…it doesn’t work.) I got pregnant that night. By 21, I had two beautiful girls. But my marriage was a terrible shambles. I will spare the details. It wasn’t pretty.By 23, I had had enough, and shortly after my 24th birthday, he did something that broke the proverbial camel’s back. (It doesn’t matter for this, but I am still haunted by it.) That night, I asked for a divorce. The next day, I was served with divorce papers. Here is the kicker…there is NO way that divorce papers are drawn up that quickly; which mean he had to have had an attorney already on retainer.Over the next year, things got much uglier. My divorce attorney said it was the worst divorce he had seen in 30 years of practice. His 2 attorneys dropped him because he was so vicious.I wish I could say things are much better. And in some ways, they are. It took years, but the experience helps me have an especially empathetic heart for others. I see things that others don’t. I can relate to a special kind of hell, but say, hey, not only did I survive, I went on to thrive.In December, I will graduate from the University, and I will be among less than 2000 members, and less than 300 students to ever be inducted into the National Honor’s Society for Leadership and Success. I have beautiful, amazing daughters, and amazing grandbabies.Life, while difficult, is good.

Most can be helped. The majority of crimes by the homeless are petty theft kinds of things. Though there are occasional serial killers and the like hiding among them.Most of the mentally ill are either just severely depressed or facing serious mental illnesses such as schizophrenia and are off their meds. With schizophrenics we need a very different way of handling them. Previously we just warehoused them in mental institutions. Right now we do a rotating warehousing situation as they are released without proper out care and almost all of them periodically get off their meds and their lives come crashing down. Many just rotate in and out of institutions. Depression is usually treatable and often situational. Bad romantic breakups, PTSD, hitting some really hard times, the death of someone close to them are the most common causes.Some examples of people I’ve known. Buddy of mine got really bent over by his wife of 15 years. For 15 years he went work, raised his family, lived a very everyday and normal life. Then one day he finds out he’s been replaced, his bank account cleaned out, everything he owns sealed off into his soon to be ex-wife’s name in ways he couldn’t get at it. And divorce papers waiting for him. She obviously planned this for months and took him for EVERY penny she could and hit him with child support on top of that. He left with an old beat up Pinto and a bag of clothes and that was it. Slept in his car but he soon lost his job. Got behind on child support since he was just too messed up to work and it’s hard finding a job when you sleep in your car. So he fled the state and joined the ranks of the homeless. He’d basically given up on life and just sort of existed as best he could. Some counseling and vocational training and he’d been good to go in a few months most likely. Last I saw him he was still on the streets and still pretty messed up over things.A gal I know, her husband was shot and killed by the cops right in front of her eyes. She understandably went into a very deep funk. Wound up on the streets. I helped her work through a few issues and she got right back up and started living again. In a few months she had a job, place to stay, car. All by her own hand. All she needed was a little help getting through some of the depression and grief. Help not giving up.I know of dozens of such people that a little help would go a long ways. Unfortunately so much of the “help” for the homeless are people with agendas. I volunteered once with a group and they were hardcore Marxists interested only in indoctrinating people politically and reserved their help only for people they felt they could turn into good commies. My tenure with them was very short lived. While I was on the streets I had a church promise me a free meal. I just had to sit through a service, how bad can that be right? Well when they started talking about reading this passage to cure a toothace, that passage to cure acne I got up and left lol. They were a cult. That cult up in Oregon tried to recruit me while I was on the streets. Something about them seemed off so I passed. The gal trying to recruit me gave me a joint I suspect was laced with Heroin. It had something in it and it wasn’t PCP, I’ve smoked joints like that before. Definitely not opium, I smoked opium more than a few times. The high was the kind of high folks get from H. That was my last straw with the efforts. Trying to hook me on H was way too much.All sorts of cults, both political and religious stalk the homeless who are often paranoid as it is. Cops harass them and they are often victims of crime rather than perpetrators.