Sometimes when I'm sitting in class... You know, I'm not thinking about class, 'cause that would never happen. I think about kissing you. And it's like everything stops. It's like, it's like freeze frame. Willow kissage.

Oz ,'First Date'


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askye - Apr 24, 2013 7:16:24 pm PDT #29344 of 30001
Thrive to spite them

Maria everyone is right.

I think, we get so hard on ourselves in a way we would never be on someone else. It's like our brains tell us (very wrongly) that we don't deserve the compassion and kindness that someone else does.

The Self Care Golden Rule should be:

Treat yourself as you would treat others.


Scrappy - Apr 24, 2013 8:12:34 pm PDT #29345 of 30001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

I love my wise Buffistas so very much.


Pix - Apr 24, 2013 8:29:27 pm PDT #29346 of 30001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie

I'm feeling a bit down myself tonight. No reason--everything is going really well at school--but just feeling a little disconnected. It sucks when ND and I go through a long stretch of working opposite schedules.

(Obviously not comparing to your situation, Maria.)


Laura - Apr 25, 2013 5:48:10 am PDT #29347 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.

Hello all. Still is crazy busy mode. Taking a trip north of Tampa today. DH was going to make a round trip drive tomorrow for a 10am meeting but I talked him into going this afternoon with me instead. We'll stay at our favorite Inn on the Gulf [link] and have a nice dinner, watch the sunset, then laze around in the morning and still get to the 10am meeting. This full speed ahead thing has to pause for a half day.

I've been driving my son to and from work every day so I told him to deal with it and figure it out. Or, take a bus, dude. He is stomping on my last nerve. I also went into the wireless and programmed it to shut of from 11pm to 6am. Don't try me boy. And changed the password too, duh.


WindSparrow - Apr 25, 2013 5:55:21 am PDT #29348 of 30001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

Oh no, erika! I'm so sorry for your loss.


billytea - Apr 25, 2013 6:01:51 am PDT #29349 of 30001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

Aw, man. I'm sorry, erika.


Liese S. - Apr 25, 2013 6:03:06 am PDT #29350 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

Vulnerability isn't weakness. Self-compassion isn't self-pity. Beating yourself up isn't discipline. Grief isn't failure. Doubt isn't betrayal.

Repeating this one more time, mostly for myself.

This is going to take a slightly different tone than everyone else's (excellent) support. And I, like Pix (sorry you're low, Pix) am feeling a little low myself, so it might not be the appropriate things to say. So, Maria, if you're in a different space this morning, feel free to ignore.

But I guess what I want to say is that I know that while you are indeed loved and lovable, I also know that our support is not the same thing as love from a husband. You are allowed to grieve that you don't have that anymore.

And you are allowed to wonder if you ever did. I think you probably did, although maybe not in the form you wanted to or should have. But I'm sitting over here in the desert. I didn't know Rob. But, and this is important, even if you didn't, even if he never loved you, you are allowed to grieve that too, just as much as if he were still alive. You are allowed to resent that, be angry at that, be mournful over even the fact that it's a possibility you have to confront. It's something you should have been able to have together, and if you didn't, then the point of realization about it is totally an appropriate time to grieve that loss as much as any other.

Now. Shoulds and woulds are what they are. Which is to say, not worth all that much. There are lots of shoulds that aren't, and that sucks. So grieve them. But then continue the work that you're doing (and you are doing it, boy howdy are you doing it) and you will, one day, have a new life that is the life you created and therefore the life you want now. Maybe not the life you originally dreamed of. But a good life that you can put together from your own rubble and build toward the future.

When it comes down to it, you and Rob were both flawed people in a flawed relationship, like every single other person in the universe. And now here you are, and it's not where you thought you'd be and it's not where you want to be, but you are still on your own two feet, and you are capable of getting through this. It has not been, and will not continue to be, easy. But you can do this, little at a time.


Calli - Apr 25, 2013 6:17:19 am PDT #29351 of 30001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

I'm so sorry, erikaj.


Laura - Apr 25, 2013 7:01:07 am PDT #29352 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.

Oh dear, erikaj. I'm so sorry.


Ginger - Apr 25, 2013 7:06:03 am PDT #29353 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

I'm sorry, erika. It's so hard.