Languages of Love

Today it is all about understanding each other, and finding a way to communicate around obstacles. My partner and I are very deeply in love, but we cope with stress very differently. I am someone who likes to be near my lover. I don’t care if they are on the computer, or doing other things, I would rather be around them than not, given my preference.  I grew up with a sib, so parallel play makes sense to me.  He likes solo time, being alone is normal for him, and he craves it. This puzzles me, and I am pretty sure he just doesn’t want to see me, that I’ve done something wrong. It has caused a lot of problems for us, and it’s pretty much the only thing keeping an otherwise harmonious union from functioning. So we are trying to solve the root issue, and see if we can find a way that works for us both.

I once worked for a brilliant  woman who was a devout Christian, and very serious about her marriage.  We were around the same age, and she and her husband had made the choice to not have children.  She worked every day on her relationship, and I really admired their lifestyle.  They seemed happy together, they had plans and dreams and worked towards them as a team.  I have been thinking a lot about her, and a book she recommended to me once years ago.  I’ve been talking about it with E and although neither of us is particularly religious we are finding it a useful tool.   

When Weeping Willows Dont Weep….

Weeping Willow (1918-19) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

by SkyRooster

I’m moved to complete indifference.

I’m not sad ,hurt ,confused, angered, disappointed or scared. My accuser of my emotions has told me as such. “Your irrational” I’ve been told. None of the common human emotions are acceptable apparently. When you have been lied on and to repeatedly, you’re to have no other emotion but perhaps acceptance of the situation.

Betrayal and broken trust is to slide down smoothly like a fine wine. Each day to continue like the next, all the while knowing your character is being presented in a incorrect deceitful manner. Not by some stranger or acquaintance,but by someone whom you’ve loved. By someone who has told you they love you….the accuser of my emotions. 

Insanity – Chapter 3

Česky: Logo Facebooku English: Facebook logo Español: Logotipo de Facebook Français : Logo de Facebook Tiếng Việt: Logo Facebook (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

by Madeline Laughs

That morning I called the front desk and ordered a cab to take me to pick up my rental car. I then returned Paul’s calls simply because if I didn’t he would continue to call and leave messages until I did. He pretended that he hadn’t received the email I sent him earlier, but I expected that. Whenever I sent him news he really didn’t want to get he would just pretend like he never read it. How did I know he read it? I knew he did because he was text book obsessive/compulsive. His waking routine was to open up Facebook before he had opened up his own eyes. He again pressed me to allow him to take me to get my rental car and I politely refused telling him I would be just fine on my own. I offered that he could call me later in the day if he wanted to.

In the beginning it was just a casual comment on a Facebook post. It had now become a consuming routine with comments on everything I posted, peppered with chats and a phone call almost everyday.  When I agreed to be a source of moral support for him, I had no idea I would end of being his only support. He had a lot of friends interacting with him on Facebook, but it seemed none of them actually interacted with him in real life. After a while I started to understand why so many people kept their distance from him because he could be very needy and overwhelming most of the time. I decided to hang in there only because he kept telling me he was on the upswing and just starting to get back out there to live his own life again.

When a Man Hates a Woman

by Madeline Laughs

Carl Jung (Photo credit: o admirador secreto)

Usually you’ll hear about when a man loves a woman. But not today, even though the title reminds me of that Percy Sledge song; When a Man Loves a Woman.

When a man loves a woman
Can’t keep his mind on nothing else
He’ll trade the world
For the good thing he’s found
If she’s bad he can’t see it
She can do no wrong
Turn his back on his best friend
If he put her down

When a man loves a woman
Spend his very last dime
Tryin’ to hold on to what he needs
He’d give up all his comfort
Sleep out in the rain
If she said that’s the way it ought to be

Well, this man loves a woman
I gave you everything I had
Tryin’ to hold on to your precious love
Baby, please don’t treat me bad

When a man loves a woman
Down deep in his soul
She can bring him such misery
If she plays him for a fool
He’s the last one to know
Lovin’ eyes can’t ever see

When a man loves a woman
He can do no wrong
He can never own some other girl
Yes when a man loves a woman
I know exactly how he feels
‘Cause baby, baby, baby, you’re my world

When a man loves a woman…..

The Bullshit Artist

by Madeline Laughs

from onefte.com

We all know one. That person that exaggerates feats of accomplishment, the size of everything and just about anything you’ve done, they’ve done faster, better and easier and made more money than god doing it. No matter where you have been or who your family is, they have been there AND everywhere else and their family has done it all too.

This person is The Bullshit Artist.

One of my friends took great pains to point this out to me a while back when I was perplexed and befuddled over the alleged exploits of one of our mutual friends. He was very patient in his explanation and even placed a question at the end of it; “Get it now?” I will confess that I had to re-read this explanation a few times before I finally did get it. Then I marveled at my friend’s ability to know all of this and to still be so gracious and tolerant of our friend’s evident bad behavior.