Brain - do you have any theories as to why she might want things to stay the same? I've got 2 thoughts - 1 might be that unconsciously she hopes to return to it all some day. The other is that she feels some guilt for blowing up your life and doesn't want to be responsible for you losing stuff you held dear.
I hope for the first option and fear that it's more likely that it's the second.
It makes me sad to see how surprised you are that people enjoy spending time with you - it's apparent to me tat you are a funny, caring man. What's not to enjoy?
I had lots of friends when I was young (a long time ago) but only a few close friends and over the years they've moved away so my wife and family, especially my wife, became my whole social life. And while people have always liked me, they weren't really close to me, but people have always loved my wife and gravitated to her. I think maybe because of the PTSD for a long time I've kept people at a distance emotionally. My wife and granddaughter and to a lesser extent my daughters were the only ones I let get close to me. Now I'm paying for that.
The final speaker at the conference talked about the characteristics of EMS personnel. He stated that 90% of the population becomes very uncomfortable when something happens that causes a fight or flight response but that EMS personnel fall into the 10% of the population who are adrenaline junkies. I can't disagree with that but it's funny because 2 years ago I was part of the 90%. I was a boring, slightly neurotic 55 year old, very careful and conservative, rarely even exceeding the speed limit and always wearing my seat belt. Now I walk around in the back of an ambulance that's speeding down the highway, at times going as fast as 90-100 mph, and don't even think about it. And I've gone back to wondering who am I and why am I here?
It's funny because I was a wild child when I was young. I didn't expect to live to see 30 and had good reason to feel that way. I totaled my first car when I was 18 years old. Then I met my wife and I really settled down. I scaled back the partying, quit riding motorcycles, quit driving fast cars and road racing, and slowly became more and more neurotic. I started enjoying life and started to fear death. I really loved my life with my wife and family. Now I'm back to being fearless. I seem to have found a cure for neuroticism. Maybe I should write a paper.
Something I've noticed that may be strange. I've read other LBSes posting about not being able to remember their marriages and their life with the MLCer because everything that happened after BD had replaced the older memories. I can't seem to remember much that's happened since BD but it seems like I can remember every detail of our marriage and reminders are everywhere.
Time to get cleaned up and get out of here. I'm taking the Mustang out on the track for a few laps this afternoon at Watkins Glen International Raceway then I'm going to drive on up to the city.