Corri and Honey--So glad you 2 got back to tell about your escapades. I'll have more later, cause I'm busier than a one legged man in a butt kicking contest... but here's some good ruminating over here on Corri/Blackie's thread. I am really enjoying your angles, because they give me TONS to think about.
Corri--I've actually learned to do tell specific men what I need from them when I need to share. When I'm extremely specific, the results have turned out surprisingly well. Depending on who the guy is, I'll just say something along the lines of, "I'm not looking for you to fix me or my problem or comment on my emotions, but I need a safe place to share, so unless I ask for advice, I'd appreciate it if I can have the floor until I directly hand it over to you."
I had no idea how that would be received the first time I did it. But I've tried it on a few men with success. So Honey, I'm endorsing. One of those men does happen to be Mr. W. (or is that Mr. Whackjob? ) Honey, let's see. Diagnosis on D9 was almost 7 years ago. I do remember it vividly because it was the day I KNEW that my life was irrevocably changed. And the fact that I felt I had no support was something I associated to the event for a long, long time. It's only been in the last 2 years that I've forgiven him. Surprisingly enough, it didn't complete until I did some more work in my own life on emotions and depending on others to make me feel good. I realize that it might have been what he thought about me, but I had an alternate POV. I wanted to share my pain with the one and only person who knew exactly what I was going through. And he wouldn't do it with me. Would it surprise you guys if I said that the pain from this experience wasn't as bad as the pain I felt when he walked out on me over the holidays? I think that's party due to the fact that I kind of regrouped quickly after the Dx became real--instead of allowing myself to play victim, I began to research the prognosis quite heavily. The more involved I became by looking for a solution, the less painful the reality became. I still have my moments, but they are not very often. And the Dx day (or D-day) seems like a distant memory that I view as an old movie--the characters don't seem to resemble me or Mr. Wonderful much these days. The walk out was far more personal and Betsey specific.
Quote: Just really sucks to have to be so explicit.... he should just KNOW how to do this... but. We now understand very well that that's just not the way it works in the real world, don't we?
I used to think it sucked, but I don't anymore. After all, nobody else knows that I'm thirsty and want them to get me a drink.... or that I'm exhausted and need to tell them it's time to go to bed, right? It's just more of the same, and I really need to remind myself to stop expecting other people to read my mind. Hell, I can barely do the job myself most days...
Ballroom dancing sounds awesome! (My sis and her H both do that too and love it) So does travel to Denver. Wait a minute, I live in Denver. I'd love to meet you wherever you are... so consider that a bonafide offer I'm going to accept.
Um, no, I'm a brunette (okay, with lots of gray) that is highlighted heavily to cover that gray. So it's a lighter hue. I married the blonde! I'm not as tall as you are, but tall. I don't remember you posting a pic, so I'll have to do it in person.
Corri--I posted more of my feminine friend pursuits on my own thread. It's my personal mission lately, and I'm getting favorable results. So if either of you are in town on Thursday, I'm having a girls only party... and I'm anticipating it very much.
Well, my D12 has now taken on the persona of BA Baracus from the A-team. She's telling D9 that she pities the fool... so that can't be good. It's time to close shop!
Take care, ya'll and I'll come back with some real comments to your interesting musings later.
Betsey
"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
) Honey, let's see. Diagnosis on D9 was almost 7 years ago. I do remember it vividly because it was the day I KNEW that my life was irrevocably changed. And the fact that I felt I had no support was something I associated to the event for a long, long time. It's only been in the last 2 years that I've forgiven him. Surprisingly enough, it didn't complete until I did some more work in my own life on emotions and depending on others to make me feel good. I realize that it might have been what he thought about me, but I had an alternate POV. I wanted to share my pain with the one and only person who knew exactly what I was going through. And he wouldn't do it with me. Would it surprise you guys if I said that the pain from this experience wasn't as bad as the pain I felt when he walked out on me over the holidays? I think that's party due to the fact that I kind of regrouped quickly after the Dx became real--instead of allowing myself to play victim, I began to research the prognosis quite heavily. The more involved I became by looking for a solution, the less painful the reality became. I still have my moments, but they are not very often. And the Dx day (or D-day) seems like a distant memory that I view as an old movie--the characters don't seem to resemble me or Mr. Wonderful much these days. The walk out was far more personal and Betsey specific.
Betsey 
