I am hoping for some residual income with this.
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Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Anonymous
Violated
Pummeled.
Trust violated.
Kicked in the gut, life yanked out of me.
Can't breathe, I'm in the underworld, I inhale fire.
Lies dissolving my heart like acid on flesh.
Trust is gone, I've been dropped... falling... falling...
YOU, my hero, have violated our sacred bond of trust... I feel discarded, like garbage, into the realm of the valueless, has-beens, used, useless....
My spirit dulled from color to black and white, my future from a bright pathway of sunshine and possibilities... to a horrid massive creaking metal door slamming shut my dreams with you.
I trusted you to be a good man, honest and forthright.
I trusted you that even if you were scared, uncomfortable or uncertain, you'd sit in the fire, handle your shit, come to me.
I trusted you to speak up, ask for what you wanted, co create a life that worked for us.
I f'ing bragged about you! How humiliating...
Livid, disgusted, horrified... and now disheartened that you are not as strong as I thought you were, not as bold, courageous, kind or caring as I thought you were... like finding out OZ from behind the curtain, or seeing a noble fireman rescue a cat from a tree, only to see him kick a dog to the curb as he leaves...
You were my whole life, we were a team.
You buoyed me up, the banks of my river, the pole to my flag, the arms around me so I would never fall, the belief that come what may, you'd be there... and you've lied, broken trust and even cheated... you have let me down, my heart, my soul. How could you?
How could I be so stupid to live in hope and fantasy and not see the reality of you? Perhaps I loved your potential, who you could be, but who you aren't. Perhaps I lived in avoidance and unwillingness to trust my instincts.
What's miraculous is that through all this pain, I've cried and fumed, yet deepened my Self Love, forgiven myself where I was in denial and strengthened my trust in my feminine intuition.
...can I ever trust you again... I don't know. I have forgiven, yet I have not forgotten.
You haven't stepped up.
Breaking trust is unacceptable.
Saying sorry isn't enough.
Making it better through your own development as a man is the only possibility.
Making it better by me learning how I was a part of creating this, too.
Anything is possible.
I release all judgment, let the past go.
I bask in the pure awareness of what I'm worth and what's possible.
I welcome the growth required for us to begin again.
The choice is yours.
Anonymous
I wonder if this is how he feels about me at times.....
Pummeled.
Trust violated.
Kicked in the gut, life yanked out of me.
Can't breathe, I'm in the underworld, I inhale fire.
Lies dissolving my heart like acid on flesh.
Trust is gone, I've been dropped... falling... falling...
YOU, my hero, have violated our sacred bond of trust... I feel discarded, like garbage, into the realm of the valueless, has-beens, used, useless....
My spirit dulled from color to black and white, my future from a bright pathway of sunshine and possibilities... to a horrid massive creaking metal door slamming shut my dreams with you.
I trusted you to be a good man, honest and forthright.
I trusted you that even if you were scared, uncomfortable or uncertain, you'd sit in the fire, handle your shit, come to me.
I trusted you to speak up, ask for what you wanted, co create a life that worked for us.
I f'ing bragged about you! How humiliating...
Livid, disgusted, horrified... and now disheartened that you are not as strong as I thought you were, not as bold, courageous, kind or caring as I thought you were... like finding out OZ from behind the curtain, or seeing a noble fireman rescue a cat from a tree, only to see him kick a dog to the curb as he leaves...
You were my whole life, we were a team.
You buoyed me up, the banks of my river, the pole to my flag, the arms around me so I would never fall, the belief that come what may, you'd be there... and you've lied, broken trust and even cheated... you have let me down, my heart, my soul. How could you?
How could I be so stupid to live in hope and fantasy and not see the reality of you? Perhaps I loved your potential, who you could be, but who you aren't. Perhaps I lived in avoidance and unwillingness to trust my instincts.
What's miraculous is that through all this pain, I've cried and fumed, yet deepened my Self Love, forgiven myself where I was in denial and strengthened my trust in my feminine intuition.
...can I ever trust you again... I don't know. I have forgiven, yet I have not forgotten.
You haven't stepped up.
Breaking trust is unacceptable.
Saying sorry isn't enough.
Making it better through your own development as a man is the only possibility.
Making it better by me learning how I was a part of creating this, too.
Anything is possible.
I release all judgment, let the past go.
I bask in the pure awareness of what I'm worth and what's possible.
I welcome the growth required for us to begin again.
The choice is yours.
Anonymous
I wonder if this is how he feels about me at times.....
Saturday, September 8, 2012
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
burned
50 calories burned, rode 0.5 miles, 11 minutes
My butt hurts...took a break and ate chicken soup.
104 calories burned, rode miles, 18 minutes
107 calories burned, rode 2.78 miles, 24 minutes
120 calories burned, rode 3 miles, 23:47 minutes
watched Shipping Wars, Storage Wars, Counting Cars
=
381 calories burned, rode 7 miles, 1 hour approx..
EQUALS = sore ASS
My butt hurts...took a break and ate chicken soup.
104 calories burned, rode miles, 18 minutes
107 calories burned, rode 2.78 miles, 24 minutes
120 calories burned, rode 3 miles, 23:47 minutes
watched Shipping Wars, Storage Wars, Counting Cars
=
381 calories burned, rode 7 miles, 1 hour approx..
EQUALS = sore ASS
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
DailyHoroscope.com | Daily horoscopes written by Rick Levine & Jeff Jawer#daily-horoscopes
DailyHoroscope.com | Daily horoscopes written by Rick Levine & Jeff Jawer#daily-horoscopes
Tuesday, Aug 14, 2012 -- You could be a bit anxious today. Your dilemma stems from your desire for love and acceptance. Of course, nearly everyone wants to feel needed, but you complicate matters by attempting to avoid emotional interdependence. There is no one-size-fits-all answer; instead of seeking the right solution, try to be comfortable with all sides of an issue. Others will be more appreciative when you are flexible enough to recognize their points of view, too.
Talk about accurate...Wow...
Tuesday, Aug 14, 2012 -- You could be a bit anxious today. Your dilemma stems from your desire for love and acceptance. Of course, nearly everyone wants to feel needed, but you complicate matters by attempting to avoid emotional interdependence. There is no one-size-fits-all answer; instead of seeking the right solution, try to be comfortable with all sides of an issue. Others will be more appreciative when you are flexible enough to recognize their points of view, too.
Talk about accurate...Wow...
Saturday, August 4, 2012
I am 8 weeks postpartum and landed in the ER 2 days ago...Doc said it was "in head" I've been told to suck it up and pull myself up by my bootstraps and every manner of critique that you can think of. My OB prescribed prozac and lexapro...have filled, but not taken... I'm just glad it hasn't gotten to postpartum psychosis, but everyone seems to think I've gone crazy and should just get over it, stop dwelling in the "what might have been," and rewire my brain back without medicine. I hate taking pills and have not taken my pain pills because I do not want to become addicted or act loopy.
Anyways, I have been searching for answers, resources, and women who understand...I have asked many mommies, new and older... Today, I went on my first big outing in quite awhile.
Anyways, I have been searching for answers, resources, and women who understand...I have asked many mommies, new and older... Today, I went on my first big outing in quite awhile.
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