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It has been 6 years since I started this blog. It remains "live" because I know that there is someone else out there who can relate to what I felt during that time. Who knows how many people get dumped everyday, the numbers must be high. We live in a " Me-me-me" world where respect and truth have diminished as good character traits in favor of shallow and selfish behavior. I just want to share with you that there is light on the other side. That recovery is a slow process to allow you to come out whole and healthier. We all deserve love. None of us deserve to be treated like something you trade in. Take the time you need to heal, you will be stronger for it.

into the light

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

what a shame

What a shame that you misrepresented yourself for 9 years. You led me to
believe in someone who was not real. I wonder sometimes if there is anything
true about you? It seems like everything you claimed to stand for you backed out of.
I know that I feel real regret that that man was make believe.

That song by Adele, which includes the line"We could have had it all," is the essential essence of the song, and how I feel about a past that should have had a future, and which is now long since buried. That is where you put murdered relationships, in the ground with a sadly carved headstone.

We were more than lovers, we were best friends. That is saddest part about the whole thing. You thought so little of us you that ran for the first piece of tail that wiggled at you. (look at the time frame...quicker than a wink) That was your answer to some bad feelings that you should have and could have worked out without bailing.

The clicking on an entry that you read months ago is useless.
If you intend it as a jab..fail.
If you intend it as a message...fail.
If you intend it as an excuse...triple fail.
Just as you failed us.

I will someday find a man who is true. I still have a great deal to share, and a lot of love to give. If he is out there, we will find each other. I look forward to finding that true friend who is also a lover, and not a phony.

k