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Posted by susan47 on September 24, 2008, at 13:49:33
Have you ever had an experience of being traumatized and re-traumatized by a certain scenario or a repetition of events in your life, as in, for example, what happens every time I step into the rooms I occupy here in this house-of-my-ex- , when I step into these rooms something in my soul cries out to me, I AM UNHAPPY HERE, I CANNOT LIVE HERE, PLEASE DON'T BRING ME IN HERE ANYMORE ... but then I remember times that were happy, or if not exactly joyous, then times that were certainly more secure in the way of knowing I had a place in this world. The not knowing, now, why I am here or what my existence is to be made of... the moments of insecurity which stretch into minutes then hours then days and finally, weeks, months and then years into the infinity that will have been my life.
I love you. I love you. I love you. My soul cries out to the infinite darkness, I love you please be true to me, please love me too.
Posted by susan47 on September 24, 2008, at 13:51:49
In reply to Walking into a Room, My room, posted by susan47 on September 24, 2008, at 13:49:33
Prelude
Allemande
Courante
Sarabande
Menuet I&II
Gigue
Posted by WaterSapphire on September 26, 2008, at 10:49:02
In reply to Walking into a Room, My room, posted by susan47 on September 24, 2008, at 13:49:33
"I love you. I love you. I love you. My soul cries out to the infinite darkness, I love you please be true to me, please love me too."
Sometimes I am so afraid my marriage will break apart. WE had a fight last night, God only knows about the same things because we are both so stressed and stretch. It is always hard to let go once that person is no longer with you anymore in a sense, and when you are in the midst of turmoil you are afraid to have that person leave your side if they get mad and walk out on you. Either way, it sometimes feels like you cannot win...
LUV
Chelle
Posted by susan47 on September 26, 2008, at 11:37:01
In reply to Re: Walking into a Room, My room, posted by WaterSapphire on September 26, 2008, at 10:49:02
I wasn't talking about my ex-marriage or my current relationship with that partner. What was I talking about? God? My Ex-T? Both seem to be interchangeable somehow. I had him so Built, in my head he was It, and it was Baby baby baby I luv u and I'm 5o-one-f*ck*ng years old why did I have this crisis why am I now supposedly Borderline, why oh why can't I love myself enough to come off the drug which is so Bad for everyone? I rue the day I ever tried to smoke anything, ever.
Get over yourself, Susan. You are nobody. No one. Nothing.
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