Don't wuss out and go back to him. You deserve much better than a lying you know what. You have too much value. The thing is, the man that you were in love with obviously did not exist. But HarmonicCharge, he does exist. He is out there. In your future. Don't compromise yourself for this guy. One day you will truly find Mr. Perfect.
I had suspicions that ranged from dreams of exactly what was going on....to just trying to believe he was all about taking care of an elderly family member on the weekends and evenings...
work took all his free time etc etc
I basically believed his excuses. Why not? He seemed as nice as a priest or monk, that nice.
Frightening how my dreams showed me everything.
AND I kept getting an avocado green color from his aura (from afar) and I kept searching for another meaning for that color: it is the color of deception.
Crazy that the supernatural stuff really panned out here. Did in my last relationship.
Hek, next time I will listen to my dreams. They seem more truthful than people.
Thanks for your support, I am telling ya, this guy seemed so quality in every way. crazy!
I think that your heart is broken because you...did not have faith in yourself and also because you were lying to yourself. That guy was just a actor in your play. Do you know what I mean?
It doesn't matter how you lose someone you love, whether by death or otherwise. Loss is loss. Grief is grief.
The "heart" is the most precious and delicate part of our bodies. When it breaks it takes everything out of us and takes time to heal. Just don't let it scar. Let it heal completely. Though you can't see it right now, there is happiness out there for you.
Its just over 12 months since my darling cat died, and its only recent that I can talk about her without my eyes welling up in tears.
Even though Kubler Ross's stage theory of grief is seen to be somewhat outdated, I still think there's quite alot to be learned by it and the stages do resonate with me.
It depends on how good the sex was. And how long it takes to find an acceptable replacement part. I met a man in 1977 who made love like God. He died in 1989. I didn't meet another man, with whom I could feel like that again, until 2007. Unfortunately, he was a lying ass whole, so it only lasted a couple of months. If sensations like that only come around every thirty years, I will be 85 when I meet another one. If I am lucky enough to live that long, and my genitalia still has some feeling in it. If it was a once every thirty year kind of pleasure trip, the sensation of him sucking your tongue will still be waking you up in the middle of the night two years from now. Hate to be bleak, but that's what's happening in Austin. PS I wish you much better luck than I have had. Sorry to hear of your pain.
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