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Forward movement into a true honesty with myself has taken me years of pushing. Forced into a corner, at work, at home and in the cafe across the street. I stand to fight - and shrivel in despair. Knowing full well that life is no longer built on new mornings and late evenings filled with wonder. I must ask of my wife... to know me for what I am. I am not a happy man. If I tell her this will she go? I hope not.scissor circus