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The 14th sucks a** anyhow, why not add fuel to the fire...

Apparently there is no way to deal with what happened. It wasn't supposed to be what it became. We weren't supposed to have to be in this position. He calls it bad timing; I call it inability to accomodate. I have a card that says it all, "When life throws you mud... make mudpies!" No mudpies here. It had to happen sooner or later. I preferred later, but that wouldn't have been fair - to either one of us. I still feel the wave of nausea; it hasn't gone away.

I do respect and appreciate the advice: get the weight off your shoulders and tell him you love him; even if you are not ready to deal with it, you need to - you need to find out where it is going to lead; if either of you are not going forward, then you need to decide how much time you are willing to invest; it isn't always enough to sail with the winds as they come, sometimes you just have to get to a destination. Yep.

To think, by mid-afternoon, I had my mind off the fact - actually, I had completely forgotten - it was the 14th. Then, it hit. Thank Heaven my beloved 17th is less than 48 hours away. It may make the sting a bit more harsh, but only temporarily. My borrowed time is precious. I must remember (and repeat every 4-5 minutes) life is too short; live it that way.

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2004-09-15 2:12 AM Argh. Stomp. Crunch. Ptooey. Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: beyond words Read/Post Comments (3)	The 14th sucks a** anyhow, why not add fuel to the fire... Apparently there is no way to deal with what happened. It wasn't supposed to be what it became. We weren't supposed to have to be in this position. He calls it bad timing; I call it inability to accomodate. I have a card that says it all, "When life throws you mud... make mudpies!" No mudpies here. It had to happen sooner or later. I preferred later, but that wouldn't have been fair - to either one of us. I still feel the wave of nausea; it hasn't gone away. I do respect and appreciate the advice: get the weight off your shoulders and tell him you love him; even if you are not ready to deal with it, you need to - you need to find out where it is going to lead; if either of you are not going forward, then you need to decide how much time you are willing to invest; it isn't always enough to sail with the winds as they come, sometimes you just have to get to a destination. Yep. To think, by mid-afternoon, I had my mind off the fact - actually, I had completely forgotten - it was the 14th. Then, it hit. Thank Heaven my beloved 17th is less than 48 hours away. It may make the sting a bit more harsh, but only temporarily. My borrowed time is precious. I must remember (and repeat every 4-5 minutes) life is too short; live it that way. Read/Post Comments (3) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top
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