the faith in whatever and becoming the 'other' woman
Yesterday was a day of contradictions. By rights that doesn't surprise me but it was the way they were diametrically opposed. I got up to read an e mail from a woman who i thought would believe me and she has blinders on. I am even going to eliminate her from my addresses. My heart goes out to her. She took him back and I responded to that by telling her what my perception of the situation was.
It was funny because I had to see someone who was feeling ill and I dropped a bomb on him by saying i was the other woman. For the umpteenth time and please God the last if there is a God, Nothing Happened. The cat didn't like him and was mad at me for letting him in. She was wound tighter than a drum. When she saw Jim again, she was relaxed and somewhat happy. She actually jumped up on him, she doesn't even do that to me.
I sent him a few more e mails yesterday and one of the last ones had a bit about a man who... suffice to say he laughed at it.
I am blessed by having these people in my life when the days become overwhelming and the nights unnerving.
When I spoke with the priest, it was odd because although the tears came, it was like before. I have told the story a thousand times and it has gotten to the point where it isn't real.
It can't be. I wrote a piece for Liz that she requested I re-edit and because it went barely over three pages i wrote more.
A few of the lines are as follows...
"He knew he had room in his heart for more. Love was something you needed to give away. It wasn't real otherwise. In doing so, it made life all the more sweeter. He had finally come to know that he needed that in his life."
That is exactly what it is.
Faith is that belief. I don't think i would have changed what i did, but i am glad that my friends are there to help me out of the minefields that lay before me. Especially when I am too dumb to step over them.
It was funny because I had to see someone who was feeling ill and I dropped a bomb on him by saying i was the other woman. For the umpteenth time and please God the last if there is a God, Nothing Happened. The cat didn't like him and was mad at me for letting him in. She was wound tighter than a drum. When she saw Jim again, she was relaxed and somewhat happy. She actually jumped up on him, she doesn't even do that to me.
I sent him a few more e mails yesterday and one of the last ones had a bit about a man who... suffice to say he laughed at it.
I am blessed by having these people in my life when the days become overwhelming and the nights unnerving.
When I spoke with the priest, it was odd because although the tears came, it was like before. I have told the story a thousand times and it has gotten to the point where it isn't real.
It can't be. I wrote a piece for Liz that she requested I re-edit and because it went barely over three pages i wrote more.
A few of the lines are as follows...
"He knew he had room in his heart for more. Love was something you needed to give away. It wasn't real otherwise. In doing so, it made life all the more sweeter. He had finally come to know that he needed that in his life."
That is exactly what it is.
Faith is that belief. I don't think i would have changed what i did, but i am glad that my friends are there to help me out of the minefields that lay before me. Especially when I am too dumb to step over them.