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i have a pair of button-fly levi jeans and a couple 100% cotton, thick-gage sweatshirts that are nicely frayed at the neck, wrists, and waistband. the jeans are about 30 years old (back when they made them well), and the sweatshirts are about 12 years old. the keep has nothing to do sentimentality. the relationship ended, officially, just over 6 years ago.
Far enough. Stuff like that just doesn't exist anymore.
Woah. Why?
LOL Nothing.
I need nothing. I spent almost 20 years with that man. He died about 10 years ago? I don't know exactly. I think so. I have nothing but I remember everything. He was my best friend, my boyfriend, my other self. When I left, I had nothing left to give this man. I did all I could. I told him he would be dead if I left. I left because there was nothing left to even try to reach any longer. He was once a very great human being. I remember that.
Wow. Very somber. There's a story there.... if you ever feel like blogging it, I'd be one of the first in line to read it.
JA
It really is not much of a story. While I was in that story, it was the most interesting place to be according to me. When I woke up and realized I was dying and the person I was in love with was not getting any better, I opted to live. I could not untie myself from that relationship no matter how hard I tried until I was ready. I waited and waited and did not even try to leave until I knew I was never coming back. One day, I had enough. I heard a voice in my head. It yelled in my skull GET OUT NOW. I did. I never looked back.
I took back my power and he died staying in the same life he always was addicted to. He became very depressed due to alcoholism. He stayed the same because he had spent so many years drinking and having not one bad consequence, so when he was really in the later stages of boozing, he could not believe he was in trouble. I had to get out of there. HAD TO.
I just don't know how to make stuff like that interesting. It is like telling someone a dream I had that they cannot really relate to without being there. I'm so glad to be out of it. And at the time I would have died rather than let that go. What a fool I was. LOL I bless our meeting each other. He taught me some very valuable lessons. And vice-versa, I'm sure.
I only married once and everything I kept that was ours during the marriage is now my daughter's and in her possession.
We can't help who we love; we can control what we do or not do. You are a strong woman; I have no doubt about that.
Yep. I have a wooden bowl one made in shop class, we split in 1989, and a shirt from a guy I dated in 2011. Of course, I inherited everything of my husband's, he died in 2009...though he wasn't an "ex".
Actually no. She got most of my stuff and half of my Navy pension. That was 15 years ago.
Yep. It's a him, not a thing. To my knowledge, that's it. Worth it!
Never intended for it to be that way, but I have no complaints!
Ooh. That is quite the story and keeping it makes sense, too.
The story, itself, is interesting. I think anyone who has ever been in a relationship like that gets it. It still sounds like you have some fond memories of it and him, despite the struggles and your ultimate decision to walk away. That's inspiring.
I'm sorry you lost your husband.
I have a hard time "liking" this, but thanks for your response.
I was bewildered for a minute before I followed. You're talking about your son, right? :)
I don't like it either Princess...but that's what the divorce papers say.
no cause ive never been married
LOL, Yes. I only realized when I came back to respond to Boz how vague that was, didn't sound right!
You made out on the deal. :)
