I have slowly murdered my marraige over the years with my erratic work decisions, my idea of saving the world one patient at a time meaning I needed to run were I thought the greatest need was. Always feeling I was needed somewhere else, somewhere I could prove to myself I was a real medic. This and the fact that I keep my encounters both from my military days and those of civilian locked away in the depths of my head .(had some bad encounters with sharing, what I commonly refer to as the asshole factor). After finally admiting to my wife after a good number of years what had caused my problem. I have closed that vault again and when I was offered a job in another god forsaken place, she told me it was over, I am back with her, but she is tired of waiting for me, and I can understand, she wants a future I am still playing in the past. I actually don't know why I am posting this but anyway.