pssst. phungi. That is lekatt’s website. His site is his cite.
So, if you get a divorce, and he starts stalking you, shut up and be grateful. Got it. 
“We” most certainly do NOT believe that marriage (or anything) is sacred. Luckily, people are beginning to wise up and see that religion (and even love) frequently don’t play any part at all in modern marriage.
You should butt out and let her manage her own relationship.
Not exactly, the link goes to a page written by a fellow named David. He lived through a suicide attempt and now wishes to help others through email.
There are several more suicide NDEs on the site.
Good work is being done in spite of the heckling.
Is anyone at all surprised that lekatt just tried to prove his position on this case, a case that has not a thing to do with near death experiences, with a website concerning near death experiences?
I am not surprised, therfore no-one can possibly be surprised.
I just wanted to drop back in and say thank you to anyone who understood my tenative position and how it applied here. With that though, I’m going to drop back out of the discussion because it appears that my intention to shed some light has only helped to derail lekatt into another NDE hijack. My apologies.
And to lekatt I concede because I don’t think I can possibly make myself or position comprehensible to you. We’re are on as different a sides as there can be.
Yes - surprised it took 179 posts.
Pash
Glad you checked back, and let me know your thoughts.
I wish you the best life has to offer.
lekatt, if you post “If you believe X, then you are Y,” and I believe X, then it is not unreasonable for me to assume you’re telling me I’m Y, especially if I’ve just posted I believe X. This is simple logic, although I realize that’s problematic for you. What’s ironic to me is that, by saying that Michael Schiavo should have divorced his wife so her parents could override what he understood her wishes to me, it looks to me like you’re the one being disrespectful of marriage by saying one’s parents’ wishes should be given more weight than one’s spouse’s.
This is what I wanted to address, however.
I have no doubt my father has loved me throughout my life and I love him dearly. I’m his only daughter, his oldest child, and the child who’s most like him. Nevertheless, that love has made most of us miserable at times. Despite and in some ways because of his love for me, he emotionally abused me in ways that left scars on my soul that I’ve dealt with for over 20 years. That wasn’t his intention; his intention was to prepare me for a world he perceived as being harsh and cold and to make it easier for me to survive in it. Even when things were at their worst, he did love me, even as he was making me miserable and some of that misery was coming back to him.
There are others who have truly loved someone who’s bent on a course of self-destruction, be it through drugs or other means, who’ve also been made miserable through that very act of loving. When my mind finally snapped and I spent about 48 hours close to catatonic from depression in part because of what I’d gone through with my father, my fiance, who loved me dearly indeed was miserable even as he did what he could to get me help. Indeed, had seeing the vibrant, talkative woman he loved reduced to a silent, barely moving automaton hadn’t, it might have been evidence that he didn’t love me.
Saying love never makes one miserable is the sort of naive, fluffy-bunny-type lie I’ve come to expect of you. In a perfect world, that may indeed be so. As I sit at my computer with the morning news on, thinking about the leg brace I’ll wear to a doctor’s appointment in a couple of hours, I’m reminded this isn’t one, and all your well-wishing won’t make it so. It might be nice if it would.
CJ