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Posted by AdaGrace on August 5, 2005, at 16:31:21
I have discovered that I don't really know what romantic love is.
I really thought I did.
I thought it was the feeling I felt when someone made me feel above and beyond special.
I thought it was the feeling of excitement and joy at being near them or talking to them.
I thought it was the feeling of longing for the next time I could be with them.
Now I just don't know.
I don't think I know what it is.
I don't know if I have been feeling that or infatuation.
I don't know if it was love or need.
And I'm thinking now that not only have I never felt it, that because I was so convinced that I was in love and now have lost everything, including my will to live, I think now that I will never love.
I love my children.
I know that.
I don't know how I could be in love if I wasn't loved in return.
And I feel very empty because of that.
I also feel let down.
I feel disappointment.
I feel abandonment.
Sometimes I feel nothing at all.Those are the times that I really wish I could disappear.
I'm tired of feeling this way, and I'm tired of telling it. And I am sure as h*ll sure that you all are tired of hearing about it.
And yet, I can't stop.
Therapy, yeah PC I know, I need therapy.
But I can't.
Or won't.
Posted by cockeyed on August 7, 2005, at 1:42:47
In reply to Discovery, posted by AdaGrace on August 5, 2005, at 16:31:21
Hi, Ada "love stinks" The J. Geils band. Paul williams "Can't live" the more miserable the better. "Clouds" Joanie Mitchell. And, what the hell...Frank Zappa and the Mothers first record "Freak out with the Mothers."
Romantic love is god's sacred plan for getting women pregnant and guys learning to experience a little responsibility besides f*rting and belching creatively. It's a mean old world. Oh yeah, for a real laff, "Hell is for Children" Pat Benatar. But thank god for
the kinks and "LOLA" Wish I could say something
that made sense. Hey, didn't you submit that Patsy Cline lyric? cockeyed.
Posted by AdaGrace on August 8, 2005, at 7:59:26
In reply to Re: Discovery » AdaGrace, posted by cockeyed on August 7, 2005, at 1:42:47
Yes, that was me.
I loved your post. It reminds me of me.
I often think that I am living my life through songs.
Sometimes my life is a "poor, down on my luck, drunk in a bar, because my mamma just died, my cowboy cheated on me and my horse done left me" country song.
Sometimes my life resembles a "f*ck you, f*ck me, I hate the world, I'm gonna puke" acid rock song.
And then often times it is a "you were the essence of my reason for being" sappy, yet putridly sweet love you till the day I die song.I live my life as if it were a song and the song changes on a daily basis.
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