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He’s All The Man That I Need


Relationship Status Update

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It’s been a bit since I updated, but I’ve been busy with work and life and such. Sometimes my days and time becomes muddy so I’m lucky to even get a chance to thread together a coherent thought to yell at my kids about their rooms or plan anything, let alone a blog post.

Luckily, that hasn’t stopped me from being in daily communications with “Johnny”. Since he came back into my life, it’s been a complete and total whirlwind that even included some turmoil for a couple of days while I figured out what the heck was really going on.

To be completely truthful, he’s the reason that I got divorced a few years back. Well, not “HIM” per se, but knowing that there was a man out in the world that found it easy to love me and express himself and knowing that there was a man who was capable of being considerate to women, not just concerned with whether or not he was going to get sex, THAT motivated me to get out of my marriage when the main reason that I had stayed for so long was my fear of dating again. Of course, that fear has been validated as every experience I have had, up to now, was precisely the exact reason that I had stayed married for too long. Of course, being divorced, finally, and therefore single, meant that I was (am) available when “HE” finally showed (back) up in my life. This is probably a good time to plug the whole idea of “timing is everything”.

He’s far from “perfect”, but then, again, who isn’t, right? But, he expresses his feeling for me daily and even hourly (if the male chauvinists of the world knew how expressive he is, he’d probably lose his “man-card” for sure), never missing an opportunity to tell me how he feels about me and what his plans are for our future (he wants to marry me).

He adores my kids. For a while now, I have to admit that I sized up many of the men I was meeting based on whether or not I could see them playing with my kids. Many of them eliminated themselves by speaking only in terms of having sex with me and never in terms of spending time with my family, but one or two I simply had to say “no thank you” because I could tell they were not proper parental material.

We do talk about sex, but not in that TMI “what do you like” kind of way but in a way that I find respectful and far less demeaning. It’s more like, “what are we doing on Thursday? Sex? Cool. On Friday, we’ll go hiking.” It’s a far cry from every text or message being about what my favorite position may be or what his is.

Every day we exchange text messages and Facebook messages, all day long and we are on the phone for hours at a time, every evening. I post video messages on my page every morning and every evening and I send him a picture of me via mobile phone, every day.

He passed the “Facebook status update test”. I’m a student and a devourer of all things social networking and media, so it was somewhat important to know how he felt about such things. He jumped at the chance to change our relationship status and make it public. The guys I had met over the past couple of years waffled at the the idea of being connected to me, which to me was a red flag that they were not as serious as they claimed about our relationship. Even though I continued to date them, I kind of knew it wasn’t going to work out because there was always that air of insecurity about our relationship status. It sounds silly, but if you think about it, if a guy is not ready to declare his status and you are, it’s clear that you are not on the same page (even if he’s a nice guy) and so you have to decide whether or not to continue, especially if you are more invested than he is. We all know that, rarely, if ever, works out. I have yet to see a real exception to the rule, but feel free to correct me if it worked out for you (I don’t mind being proven wrong). Manipulation and games don’t count; no offense.

I had a bout with insecurity a few days ago because he seemed to fall off the face of the planet for a couple of days. One day, granted, I should have known better, because he did kind of warn me ahead of time and his “behavior” or lack thereof was definitely uncharacteristic of everything I have known of him for years, but the second day gave me fits because I couldn’t find anything in what he said that gave me any clue as to what happened to him. The fabulous thing is that I was free to vent my insecurity without feeling like I was groveling or begging for forgiveness or his attention and projecting myself as needy, but rather I was able to express my concern that I hadn’t heard from him and that I was worried that he was hurt or something. He explained what happened and reassured me that it was not on purpose and apologized for making me worry to begin with.

We are on the same path, ready for the same relationship, coming to the same fork in the road and ready to make the same turn, right or wrong, together. I am so happy that he waited for me and so glad that he loved me enough to ask me for a chance for us to be together. I’m even looking forward to being his wife, one day.

Now, I’m just waiting for his butt to land in Colorado so we can really get this show on the road…

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2 comments March 14, 2011

He Wasn’t The Love Of My Life Or Anything


Two Peas in a Pod

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But, he was a really awesome friend and companion.

We met when both of our situations would have been listed, on Facebook, as “it’s complicated”. I won’t go into ALL the details, but even though we haven’t seen each other in two or three years, he is still very much a part of my daily life and according to him, I am never far from his thoughts, either.

When he was getting out of his complicated situation and separating from the military, I helped him clean out and clear his base housing. In the process I got a lot of household goods that might have cost some serious dough, even at the local Goodwill (which is where I helped him dispose of the things that I could not make use of). I inherited a crock-pot, some blankets and bedspreads, tablecloths, winter gear for the kids, some shelves and including some yarn and crochet needles.

I make use of the crock-pot every other day, when I work and the yarn and crochet needles I used to start my crafting business, all as a direct result of his generosity. The blanket that is currently covering my bed, once belonged to him. He’s everywhere in my life.

At one time, I considered a serious relationship with him but he decided to move back home to Indiana after he got out of the Army. I desperately wanted to ask him to stay in Colorado, but my situation was just as complicated as his was, so I didn’t feel that it was appropriate to ask him to stay.

We have stayed in touch, regularly, since he moved away and since then, both of our situations have cleared up, substantially, but our lives have not settled down. Neither one of us has been able to find a satisfying relationship that even came close to the friendship and closeness that we had. And, we did have quite a bit of fun, together. We both enjoyed singing and karaoke, A LOT. In fact, that is how we met (I used to host two shows on a nearby military post, back in those days and he would come to both shows). Then, one night we met at an alternate karaoke show, struck up conversation and it was like we never stopped talking, daily, for three months until he moved away. We were like two peas in a pod, constantly together at either of our homes. My kids liked him; even my pets.

Never in any of our conversations or exchanges have I ever felt disrespected. He is and has always been a gentleman when dealing with me. Nowadays I meet a man and he’s all about sex. I’m not saying that he isn’t, but it’s more like an afterthought, it’s never the focus of conversation. In every conversation he asks about my children and how they are doing, what are they up to and he listens when I answer him. When we would go out, he was always a gentleman.  I still have pictures of the day he hosted a garage sale and he let my kids set up a kool-aid stand and even though we had few customers that day, he gave the kids $20 for all their “hard work”. He doesn’t have any kids of his own, but he doted on mine and that endeared me to him, as well.

I hadn’t heard from him in a while and then he pops up on my phone texting me. We shoot the breeze for a bit and I think I probably won’t hear from him for a bit, since this was more or less our standard “body check” (to make sure the other was still alive and kicking). I didn’t expect to hear from him for another month or two. But, yesterday he pops up on my Facebook and asks me, “what if…” as in “what if he had stayed in Colorado” and we start going back and forth and reminiscing and he tells me, flat out, that if I told him that he had a chance, he would come back. I called his bluff and told him, flat out, “come to Colorado, I’m willing to try if you are”.

I did try to deter him, coming clean about some things he might not have known about me then that I make sure that everybody knows now and that is a) I’m an atheist (I know that he’s religious) and b) I’m a progressive liberal (I know that his politics actually lean in my same direction). He knew I was polyamorous, but he wants a monogamous relationship. I believe in polyamory, but right now, I’d rather have a loving monogamous relationship than no relationships, at all, because I refuse to budge on that issue. The worst that can happen is that we break up and I go back to being polyamorous (full-time, we might say) or the best that can happen is that we work out and I don’t even miss polyamory at all. Needless to say, he told me that our differences were not a deterrent for him, he wanted to give us a chance.

We talked for two hours, tonight and it wasn’t the typical dancing around each other, but we got straight to the nitty-gritty and what we were looking for and what we wanted; exchanging notes about our crappy dating situations between then and now and how we are going to get on with the business of coming back together and starting a real relationship without “complications” to interfere.

I’m feeling really hopeful about this new development.

Add a comment March 4, 2011

Are You Confident?



You Are Completely Confident


You’re a total superstar – and you know it. You aren’t afraid to love yourself.

You have the guts to be who you are. You believe that you are important and special. 

You have plenty of reasons to be confident. And you’re always working to be a better person.

You have many passions and talents. You truly appreciate and love your life.

Are You Confident?
The First Rule of Blogthings Is: You Don’t Talk About Blogthings

Add a comment January 26, 2011

Too Much Time On My Hands To Think


Laundry is hung to dry above an Italian street.

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I have always used the task of doing laundry as the place and space in which I think about and work out issues that concern me.

I might fret about my kids or about my (then) husband, or map out a plan for one of my many (semi) successful businesses.

Laundry is a chore many people dread, but I look forward to it. Now that I work at a laundromat and one of my tasks is washing and folding laundry, I have a lot of time on my hands to think.

One thing that occurred to me is that I really do not want to be in a serious relationship, right now.

Despite moaning a few weeks ago about not having a sex life. I realized that the longer I go without it, the less I miss it. I don’t have anyone around me reminding me of that fact, so there is no pressure in my life to “put out” at this time and I’m not looking to “get any” either.

I used to be part of an interracial dating group (black women who endorse the dating of men outside the black community) but there was far too much focus on marriage. I’m down with supporting women who want that, but I’m not down with the idea of marriage myself. Getting bombarded with that message day in and day out was making me agitated, so I disconnected from that group.

I have zero intention of ever getting married, again. I learned my lesson well, the first time. In my thinking time I realized that I really don’t care whether other people can appreciate my thinking on the matter or not (many will encourage me not to let my bad marital experience discourage me from trying it again). The way I see it, dating is a cheap way of finding out if a person is right for you. Marriage is a very expensive way to find out that a person is all wrong for you. The main reason many people marry is for religious reasons. Since I am not religious, marriage is not a personal imperative and since I don’t wish to go through the financial turmoil of another divorce, marriage is off the table (unless it’s for insurance purposes; can’t get health insurance unless married and even THAT is a stretch). But, I am still very open to finding a long-term dating companion who sees the marriage question in the same light as I do.

I get very annoyed at people who try to tell others (particularly, single girls like me) that they MUST do several things in order to catch a mate. Never mind all the advice is superficial and likely things that require expensive upkeep and may not be an option for everyone. Such as suggesting that black women with locs or twists put their hair in a wig to trick attract a man. Or suggesting that she wear make-up, even if she doesn’t normally.

Maybe it’s my 40 years of life or 25 years of dating, but trying to lure attract a man by changing superficial things about you might get you a date, but if you want to keep the man, you’ll have to continue with the games facade if you want to keep him. One thing I have learned, without a doubt, men do not like when you flip the script from the woman they fell for. In fact, the quickest way to turn a man off (besides your tears) is to come off as Ms.Weezy when you’ve been playing Beyonce for awhile.

I’ve tried to pull off Beyonce and I was successful, until I got tired of that role and wanted to be seen for the real woman I am. When I tried to play the “love me or leave me” card, they all left…some trying to come back occasionally trying to play like maybe they did have feelings when it was obvious they were no longer interested since they knew there really was no Beyonce underneath the mask. I realized that, although playing dress up is fun, playing dress up all day every day to keep a man (who turns out, ain’t worth it) can be a lot of work and a lot of times it just ain’t worth it. I’m trying to attract someone real, someone sincere, so it behooves me to be someone real, someone sincere (and save the dress up for very special occasions).

Last night, I even tried to convince myself that maybe I was just fighting against the tide. I went and played dress up with my wigs and was not pleased with the results. The wigs themselves are in excellent condition, but the woman underneath just wasn’t feeling it. I looked great in a couple of them, but as I looked at myself, I knew that I couldn’t take myself seriously. That was a sign to me that I am done with that phase of my life. I spent the rest of the evening working on head-scarf wrapping techniques. Those looks I can work with.

On the other hand, I’m not here to police how or why other people do things, only myself, so if playing dress-up is how you get your kicks, then more power to you. Just stay out of my kool-aid and telling me how to mix it. Thanks.

I am not every woman. I am only me. I may be identified by my skin color, or age, my marital status or my children, but it doesn’t define who I truly am. Truthfully, I don’t need to be defined. This is me. You’re welcome.

That’s enough rambling for one day.

We’ll do this again, soon.

Add a comment January 14, 2011

I Know It’s Not Cool To Say So, But I Hate Being Single


I know, in this modern age of self-esteem and loving yourself more than you love others, it’s supposed to be ultra-progressive if you don’t really care about being in a relationship; that the default is that I’m supposed to be proud of being single and independent.

I call bulls**t.

I got divorced, not because I wanted to be “single and independent”. It was because I was unhappy and I knew that moving to Timbuktu would make me miserable and thus make our life together more miserable than it already was. I used to like my ex as a human being (the divorce and its proceedings changed all that) but, I did not like him as a husband. His passive-aggressive tendencies gave me pause on a daily basis, but I had my friends to escape with when things got bad enough for me to want to throw things. I knew that being stuck in the middle of nowhere with him would make both of our negative tendencies worse than they already were. My sanity and psychological, emotional, and physical safety were more important to me than keeping a marriage together that no longer felt like one, anyway (we were veritable roommates for several months before he got orders to Timbuktu).

It’s been just over a year and one month since my divorce was finalized. The Ex has already moved on and gotten remarried (marriage number 3, for him…I was his 2nd wife). I have not had anything truly resembling a serious relationship since our divorce. Sure, I’ve dated, but nobody I’ve met managed to get beyond booty call status; they weren’t really looking for a girlfriend, just a “friend” with benefits. To add insult to injury, I tried to keep my foot in the dating pool, but then I started meeting men who would ask me out, then stand me up.  I eventually had to pull my foot out of the dating pool because it was f**king with my head.

Just because I’ve stopped “formally” looking; that is, since I’ve taken myself off of online dating sites and stopped going out clubbing (I love dancing, how else to meet a guy who loves my kind of music and who loves to go out dancing, right?), it does not mean that I have given up on finding love.

I really could use someone in my corner who I can curl up with and cry to, someone who will tell me it will be alright and maybe help me by finding productive ways to prove that. It sucks crying myself to sleep every night, after a bad day. I miss having somebody touch me (yes, in “that” way) with sincerity. I miss hearing those three little words and I miss feeling them, too. I miss somebody calling me “theirs”, not out of possession (like The Ex used to do) but out of pride (because he feels like HE’s the lucky one).

I’m happy for all my friends and loved one who have recently become engaged or married. But, it would be nice to be happy for myself, for once.

I’ve been without love in my life for more than a year and that’s almost more depressing than being without a real job for more than a year. Having the double whammy of no job and no love is a very hard pill to swallow on a daily basis. Although, I really do need a job, having someone to love is almost more important to me (almost…I REALLY do need a job). I really hope that I am not forced to go another 365 days without either, especially love.

I know it’s not cool to say so, but I hate being single.

2 comments December 3, 2010

Charting A New Course


Drawing a map of Port-au-Prince

Image by digital.democracy via Flickr

It doesn’t really seem to matter how old I get, deep down, I still feel like that starry-eyed teenager I was 21 years ago.

I still fret about my looks, even though there is nothing much that I can do about them.

I still fret about my friends, even though I know that I should let many of them go.

I still fret about my career(s), as that changes almost as often as the cover of your average tabloid.

In this economy, I have found it impossible to find work of any substance. I have submitted hundreds of applications, resumes and have submitted to dozens of job interviews, since December 2009, with not a bit of luck.  Thankfully, child support from the The Ex has kept me and the children off of welfare, but only because the state will not qualify us for food stamps or any other government support due to the child support.  We still live in poverty. The child support barely covers the rent and thanks to being laid off, last April, I have yet to be able to pull in the monies I am supposed to be drawing in order to cover my end of the child support (convoluted CO formula). In any case, I need a job, but can’t find one and so I have and am trying every avenue that I can to make that happen.

Karaoke was the job I had always dreamed about in my youth. I could sing for my supper and still be at home, every night, and be mom to my kids.  But, the divorce and then getting laid off soon after that, took the rug out from under me, particularly since the karaoke business is just as cut-throat as any other show business and if you aren’t first, you are definitely last.  I tried, throughout the summer, to find an in to many of the local bars close to home, but there were no takers.  Attempts to team up with another business, recently, proved to be just as disappointing.

I was kind of beginning to lose hope about how I was going to find a way to make money in this down economy with no skills anybody is interested in, and no job to list that isn’t more than a decade old (daughters, I don’t care what your hubby tells you: if you quit your job to take care of your kids, you will have a very difficult time getting back into the work force without super powers or super friends or super connections. Sadly, I have neither).

I even kind of let myself believe that some knight in shining armor was going to save me (like he said he would). Only, when it came time to cash the check, the knight was nowhere to be found and the check, essentially, bounced. Of course, when the knight needed his armor shined, he had no trouble finding me; but that’s a story for another blog.

So, in the interest of finding something worthwhile, that maybe I can make money at, I decided to try my hand at crochet. It turns out, I’m not too bad. So, I’m starting a new business (using as many free resources as I can) on the internet, connecting with as many family and friends as I can, and trying to get this business going, if only to pay my bills for a few months, but with the intent of actually maintain a thriving and going concern.

I feel just like I did when I started my karaoke business.  It took several months to get off the ground, but once I got it moving, I was making good money. I’m nervous, but confident that I can do the same with my crochet business.

Of course, I’m now fretting about whether or not people will really like my products and fretting about how much money I can actually make.  I know I won’t make out like Martha Stewart, but if I can make out like a successful panhandler (a couple hundred a week or a few hundred a month), then I’ll consider myself a success.

I wish my love life was as hopeful as my newest business venture…

Add a comment November 28, 2010

It’s My Divorce Party and I’ll Cry If I Want To


broken chain

Image by Michael W. May via Flickr

I haven’t seriously blogged in a few days because I knew this anniversary was coming up.  I wanted to save what little bit of writing motivation that I had, for this subject.

Today is the first anniversary of my (first? last?) divorce. One year ago, today, I went to court and the judge granted me the divorce that I had wanted for years but didn’t have the courage to follow-thru on until the Army gave The Ex orders to ship off to Podunk, KS (as a recruiter).

I was OK with staying married so long as I had my business and my friends; distractions that kept me from focusing so much on how unhappy I was at home, with him. But, I knew that moving to Small Town, USA, without my friends or my karaoke business to distract me, would turn me into a bitter, miserable woman who would make everyone, including my husband and my children, around me, miserable. So I begged The Ex to file for divorce. To avoid a nasty, contentious battle, he agreed.  We filed pro se (that is, without lawyers…big freaking mistake on my part, but we only had a few months to get divorced before the Army was going to send him away and we certainly didn’t have the money for him to come back and forth until the divorce was finalized and things DID get contentious, BUT in order to keep the peace, I settled for things I should have fought harder for and now the kids and I are suffering financially, but I don’t have the stomach or the money for another long drawn out family court battle, no matter what others might think. My children are still better off than most.) and our divorce was finalized at 11:30am on November 5, 2009.

On that heady day,  I felt that I had the world on a string and wrapped around my finger. I had a great job, so the finances wouldn’t be no big deal. I was single, but “hey, I’m a good-looking gal!”, I just knew that I wouldn’t stay single for long. If that was the first day of the rest of my life, my life is going to be great for my friends and sucky for me.

The first thing that happened is, that very afternoon, I had a lunch date with a gentleman (who turned out to be a future stalker) and on the way to pick him up, I blew a tire.  It took me almost three months to finally get the money to replace it (I am currently a year overdue for an oil change and I still need to replace my other three tires) and that was a gift from my father.

The next kick in the teeth came when my girlfriend met someone that night, who she would date and marry (less than three months after they met, I might add). The guy that I met that night, turned out to be a serial drunkard, so I had to pass on him. Sure, I have dated other men since that night, but nobody even came close to “serious boyfriend” material, much less “husband”.

The next kick in the teeth came when I started getting the run around about work hours, thanks to the holidays falling on the weekend, last year. I suddenly had trouble paying the household bills and I still have not recovered from that downfall, nearly one year later. I have been out of work, permanently, since April and, though, I have found some odd jobs and my oldest child has a job and helps me out a little, I am still struggling to find a real job and make ends meet. Because The Ex pays his child support on time, I do not qualify for state aid (I was turned down for even food stamps). I go to a local food pantry to stretch our food and I scrimp on the bills when money is really tight.  I’m on the internet because we have Vonage and that is how the children communicate with their father. He and I both agreed that cutting off the phone is not an option. We don’t have cable and we don’t go out to eat or go out and do anything fun unless someone else treats. We watch TV via the internet and we borrow movies from the public library.

One last kick in the teeth has been my actually (pathetic) dating life, where I have learned the hard way that, regardless of how I meet a man (at the club, on the internet, or even via friends) and regardless of whether I follow “The Rules” or not, a lot of men are only out for one thing, they will wait as long as it takes to get it, and then they will vanish as soon as they get a taste of it.  If they do not vanish, outright, they will play the passive-aggressive game of “paying for ‘it'” and then disappearing for days or weeks at a time until they “need ‘it'” again. Of course, there are also those who will go through the trouble of asking you out, even if they do want “it”, but they won’t bother canceling that first or second (if you are very, very lucky) date, they just don’t show (some still have the nerve of calling even after having stood you up). We won’t even talk about the ones who are married.

But, the final kick in the teeth, or rather, the head, was finding out (via Facebook) that The Ex had gotten remarried, just a couple weeks shy of the anniversary of our divorce. Trust me, this is not about him. We had an interesting run, but I’ve had enough (12 years) of passive-aggressive head games to last me a lifetime. I do not miss him.  I would be lying, though, if I said that I did not envy him. I wish I had somebody to love. Heck, I’d settle for somebody to like, at this point. Unfortunately, this past year’s dating experience has made me entirely jaded. I can’t really date, anymore, because I don’t trust the men I meet to treat me with any respect, so it’s best if I abstain for a while.

The only “good” thing that has come out of this year is no longer being in an unhappy marriage, losing a significant amount of weight — almost three pants sizes (restricting ones diet to food you can afford –eliminating junk food and soda, first– will do that for you), quitting smoking (because it’s expensive, not because it’s what’s good for me) and learning who my true friends are.

It just sucks that, now, my sex life is non-existent (and I REALLY, REALLY like sex and therefore REALLY, REALLY miss it…silicone and batteries are not cutting it, anymore). I really, really miss having somebody to hold me and to touch me, affectionately. I miss having somebody to talk to about my day; someone to support me, even when I sound paranoid. It’s a very sad, but true, joke that I haven’t had sex since I was 39 years old (I know, I’m only 40, but what good is being a “cougar” if there are not even any old “panthers” to corrupt, let alone “cubs”). I wish I was into the new school of thought that says I can have sex with whomever I want, whenever I want; then I would have no trouble, with my sex life, at least. But, I’m still a bit old-fashioned when it comes to sex. I only feel secure in sleeping with men who I think there is a reasonable chance at a decent relationship. Unfortunately, there are a lot of men out there who will put themselves out as decent only to turn the tables once sex has been delivered.

I haven’t been bitten by the stupidity bug too often, but enough to make me nervous about falling in with the wrong guy(s), ever again.  Sadly, that means being alone and probably for a very, very long time. And that is why I am crying on the anniversary of my much desired divorce. I thought that I would be one of those fabulous women who would be lucky enough to have a fabulous love life after divorce (like my girlfriend who I mentioned earlier, she had a slew of men she was dating even while she was dating the guy who would become her husband). It turns out that I was wrong about that. I’m crying because I have a very bad feeling that I am going to be singing this very same song in 364 days.

I hope not.

I’m bruised but not broken…yet.

Bruised But Not Broken by Joss Stone

Been alot that I’ve been through
I cried a tear a time or two
Baby, you know I cried some over you, yeah
Had my heart kicked to the ground
Love ripped me up and tore me down, baby
But that ain’t enough to break
‘Cause I’ll rise above it
And I’ll pick myself up
And I’ll dust the pain off of my heart

And I’ll be alright
And I’ll love again
And the wounds will mend
I’m bruised but not broken
And the pain will fade
I’ll get back my feet
It’s not the end of me
My heart is still open
I’m bruised but not broken

Been alot of tear strained nights
I thought the tears were here for life, baby
The hurt came on and held on tight, yeah
Took a chance, I took a fall
Love broke my heart and shattered all my dreams
But I won’t be down on my knees
‘Cause I’ll rise above it
And I’ll pick myself up
And I’ll shake the rain out of my heart

And I’ll be alright
And I’ll love again
And the wounds will mend
I’m bruised but not broken
And the pain fill fade
I’ll get back my feet
It’s not the end of me
My heart is still open
I’m bruised but not broken

Gonna pick my heart up
Take my life back
Shake the hurt away
Pull myself together, put the pieces back in place
See, I learned love’s so hard
Love left my soul scarred
I was shattered inside

And I’ll be alright
And I’ll love again
And the wounds will mend
I’m bruised but not broken
And the pain fill fade
I’ll get back my feet
It’s not the end of me
My heart is still open
I’m bruised but not broken

Add a comment November 5, 2010

Monday Blogthing: What Planet Rules You?


So I guess I should look in the dating ads on Mars for my future husband, eh?


You Are Ruled by Venus


You are a romantic person. Relationships are the cornerstone of your life, and you need a partner.

It’s not easy for you to be single, but luckily you never stay single very long. 

You are a considerate and generous person. You tend to put your own needs last.

You want to please everyone around you… so much so that you forget to take care of yourself.

What Planet Rules You?
Work is Hard. Time for Blogthings!

Add a comment October 18, 2010

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