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On Being "BAD |
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MMoonchild Senior Member
since 2000-07-13
Posts 1715PA 
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He says...you know what she says? I say, "not sure I want to know" At times I think the other "she" Must hate me, my thoughts flow.... He says...you won't believe it but She says my problem is... I said "MY problem?" No he says, it's mine she says that is... You have two women at this time That's why you're so confused I said to him "NO KIDDING!!!!" But I am the one to lose... That I'm sure she realizes And that it is her fault... And yours for not completing "ours" Before your lies were caught. I'm being very nice to her I gave for her a gift... A scarecrow decoration made To try to smooth the rift. I figure that the nicer I am The more he can't deny He still has years of feelings for me Though he makes me cry. Tonight I fed him, once again He asked for money though I said "I'll only supply your needs" He said that's not enough dough. It won't pay her bills, he said I offered, to share some more. But put my foot down, otherwise Her bills were there, before. All alone now, but buy in bulk With him and her, I'll split, Food and paper goods for now But that's about it... I can't believe, he even thinks After leaving me like this That I will make life easy for him To have his life of bliss... I've planned it out, I know him well So many years of WE. He'll feel the guilt of leaving me Eventually she'll see... And understand there is a link Forever in our hold She may have him physically But I still wear his gold.... Maureen 9*2k [This message has been edited by MMoonchild (edited 09-22-2000).] |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
I know what it's like to still feel connected, to still need someone you love even after they are gone...so we desperately hold on. When my wife left me she would let me see her about once a month and it would be so nice seeing her again and touching her. And finally I realized she was not mine any more and gathered the strength to go on...Finally was a long, long time...James |
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