Something along these lines came up today and made me think of this old blog from 2007, so here it is.

The soldier’s Scorpio Moon talking to my 8th house, circa 2007:

“Yeah, well she must have thought I was going to die,” he said talking about his wife when he was in Special Forces. “Everyone else was dying. I think she was banking on it. Get the insurance money, you know? But I just kept coming back, still alive.”

I didn’t answer.
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Z writes on the Today’s Astrology blog:

I didn’t realize things were so bad up there… I’ve been having a good few weeks, the first in ages too.

Z - I think some people thrive in inclement weather. I know I do. I went to an astrology meeting once, about 12 years ago, the topic was gambling. There was a gal presenting who had various theories about when a person should or should not gamble.

Well I haven’t gambled in a while but I used to gamble quite a bit and I was stoopid lucky. I once broke open 6 slot machines in one casino in the space of 2 hours. The mechanic would hear the bell and come running… “You, again?” It was embarrassing!

Anyway, I have won way more than my share, and back at the lecture the gal presenting asked the audience to chime in.

One gal, obviously psychically sensitive said that if you walked into a casino and the energy was bad, you should leave. Say what?

“That may be true for some, but for me… when I walk in a casino and I can feel how bad it is, well it just fires me up,” I said. “I become very determined to win. The thing is the energy in general. To me it doesn’t matter if it is good or bad, only that there is a lot of it, the more the better.”

People turned to stare as they always do at these things. I was so embarrassed.

A few minutes later they held the drawing for a door prize. I won and was mortified. For someone with such a big mouth, I sure hate attention! So anyway, finally the thing ended (thank God) and I got out of there as fast as I could. Have you ever seen a walking person, run? That’s me.

Do you ever bolt like this?

Dear Marriage,

Well, you sound perfectly miserable. I’m sure I would be same if I were married to a depressed man who threw our money away, while leaving me to shrivel up and die on the vine in the bed.

As to whose fault it is… well obviously, you have a very difficult partner here. However it was you who picked him. And why is that? I’ll tell you what. You may as well stay until you can figure this out and with that I can probably help.

You have a multiple indications of a difficult love life in your chart and I don’t say that to depress you. If anything it should validate you, because it’s not like its news, right? You know this. So here’s my advice:

Forget about his gambling problem, his sex problem and his depression. These are all his problems to solve. Instead, try to focus on your own problems, which are easily as severe and debilitating as his.

Things like the fact you are crippled and paralyzed with fear. Fear that this is all you will ever have. Fear this is all you deserve. Fear of being judged. Fear of moving forward to quickly. Fear of not moving quickly enough. Fear of what people you know will think. Fear of what people you don’t know…people who you haven’t even met yet, will think in the future if they find out you are twice divorced.

And let me tell you something: you can do this and you can thrive. I know this for sure because I am a fear-based person too. And I was in a situation like yours once. Check this:

I was married for all of about 2 months when it became very apparent I had made a big mistake. And I thought like you, I’m sure. What am I going to do? Stay three years and make it look good on paper?

But then one night my husband came home from work. He’d seen a bumper sticker on his way home from work. “I’m going to get you one,” he said.

The bumper sticker?

“Men Are Assholes And I Married Their King”

“Oh really?” I said. I filed for divorce a week later. Which means I had an eight week marriage, give or take.

That was about fifteen years ago and you know what? Big deal. If anyone wants proof of my audacity, well there it is. If anyone wonders if I am going to be married to an asshole… well now they know. And it was embarassing, I’ll admit. But it beat the hell out of wasting three years with that guy, you know?

Good luck.

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