Love to me means two people who have been together for 50 years and still look into each other's eyes as if it was their first date. Love means being able to sit in companiable silence without a hint of boredom, love means being able to finish each others thoughts and sentences. To be thinking the same thing at the same time, you're so in tune to each other. Above all, love means trust, that you can put your life into this person's hands and his into yours, and know you will both be safe. Nothing gets through me to you and vice versa.
Wow Punkin, you should write romance novels. This is simply beautiful.
But it is also a load of crap. It would be wonderful if people really really had that kind of relationships.
Originally Posted By: Punkin
I'm standing because I think that was what I had with my H.
This is a surprise to me.
Almost every single thing you post about him or your situation is some sort of negative. And then you say you are not angry.
Punkin, I do believe you are angry. Very very angry.
I also believe that you are not simply angry with your H, you are angry with yourself. For enduring, yet another affair. You came through the mini crisis and now here you are again.
How fair is that. This ba’tard put you through it once already, and now he is doing it again and you are still standing.
Punkin, I see you heading down a road. To a new town. Bittersville, population: one.
Is this really where you want to be?
"Acceptance doesn't mean resignation. It means understanding that something is what it is and there's got to be a way through it."--Michael J. Fox
