hurt you when you let them get close.
instead of making life easier for me, they end up hurting me and grounding me, making me lose days of my life because am forced underground, nursing wounds
morning mail kills you sometimes. or at least your spirit… sorry folks but am parked here to vent this winter morning…if you care, do stay, if not, please come back in fair weather?
lived 30 years of my little insignificant life in absolute peace and tranquility until they hitched me up with a gay man one fine day. getting over the misery was hard enough…took years to heal and get back on course….but, lately, I slipped landing me in the hurtful spot again. stupid forgetful Sagittarian me!
I know why I had done it. I know what I was looking for. but, don’t know how I forgot. what was I thinking? human frailty I guess. or perhaps my inability to be woman enough to release all the female chemicals required to make me do the right things, say the right things that nurtures the male ego, keeps it safe, makes it feel loved, and prevents it from turning hurtful.
anyway, resolve to take better care now on.
hunt ’em , use ’em, move on should be the trouble free, less wasteful, least painful and easier way for a lesser woman like me. time will tell though. for now, I allow the woman to mope a bit. for release. and to clear the toxic out of her system.