How to Deal with Painful Emotional Triggers in Your Relationships

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Sideways portrait of couple in disappointed pose in white studio. Caucasian girl resting her head on her hand as if thinking and solving the problem, African man also looking puzzled and stressed.

A comfort zone is a beautiful place, but nothing ever grows there.” ~Unknown

I’ve been looking for a new job, so I recently decided to update my resume.

“Hun, can you please help me with that?”

“Of course, my love.”

“Thanks, babe.”

Not only did my wife help me revamp my resume, she drafted me a killer cover letter as well.

“You’re the best, babe!”

“Happy to help, sweetie.”

I opened the cover letter the other day and found a discrepancy, something that immediately touched my deepest core wound.

There, at the bottom of the page, where my name, email address, and phone number are supposed to go, was someone else’s phone number, not mine. It wasn’t even remotely close to being mine.

Within a matter of seconds my panic alarm went off. Abandonment alert! Abandonment alert!

Is my wife is cheating on me? Where did she meet this guy, and how long have they been talking to each other?

No exaggeration. That’s right where my irrational thoughts went….

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Sideways portrait of couple in disappointed pose in white studio. Caucasian girl resting her head on her hand as if thinking and solving the problem, African man also looking puzzled and stressed.

A comfort zone is a beautiful place, but nothing ever grows there.” ~Unknown

I’ve been looking for a new job, so I recently decided to update my resume.

“Hun, can you please help me with that?”

“Of course, my love.”

“Thanks, babe.”

Not only did my wife help me revamp my resume, she drafted me a killer cover letter as well.

“You’re the best, babe!”

“Happy to help, sweetie.”

I opened the cover letter the other day and found a discrepancy, something that immediately touched my deepest core wound.

There, at the bottom of the page, where my name, email address, and phone number are supposed to go, was someone else’s phone number, not mine. It wasn’t even remotely close to being mine.

Within a matter of seconds my panic alarm went off. Abandonment alert! Abandonment alert!

Is my wife is cheating on me? Where did she meet this guy, and how long have they been talking to each other?

No exaggeration. That’s right where my irrational thoughts went….

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