I'm so sorry for your losses. I, myself, have had a year from hell. My 17 year old son had to have his colon removed. My dad was having stomach surgery (cancer) and ended up on life support while my mom was in the late stages of lung disease. My son is doing well, but Dad died 5/21, and I just lost mom 8/19. I'm lost at this point. I hope you found someone to talk to and that things get better. God bless you.
I am 25 years old and just met my father a few weeks ago. I felt just like you. I would cry myself to sleep and make up stories to people of why I didn't have a dad. I thought I would never forgive him for what he did. He left my sister and my pregnant mom, but I found out more to the story of what happened. I can't speak for you or anyone who is in this position. I do know that meeting my father was scary, and I had so many questions, so much anger, I put off meeting him. I wondered will he be what I expect? Will I be what he expects? Will he love me? Will he accept me? After meeting him I feel like the missing place in my heart in filled. I hope to have many more times with him, but if all I ever have is that one meeting I at least can say I have met him. Try not to hate him until you know what happened. Maybe ask your mom. It might not hurt as bad as you think. Good luck in your situation. Please remember no matter what, if you have the chance to meet him, try not to pass it up. You might regret it.
My brother/best friend was pronounced brain dead on Thursday, and they pulled the plug Friday, and he was gone in 20 minutes due to an overdose. I struggle with it. He was the baby and couldn't beat his demons. He left behind 2 young children. I'm truly lost without him! Date of death was September 8th, 2017. Then Hurricane Irma hit us over the weekend. Double whammy!
I can very much relate. My brother was killed in a car wreck on June 9, 2004. He was my rock, shoulder, my guardian angel. We didn't get to say our goodbyes. I love you and am sorry. It never gets easier. Every day feels the same, like I'll wake up and it'll be a nightmare. I only got 11 great years with him. I was put in a foster home at age 2, got into some legal issues. They placed me with my biological family, my brother became my best friend.
This truly is a heartfelt poem that you have written. It describes my husband and me. He has been battling alcoholism about 5 years now. He's not the man I married. It's like living in the house with a stranger, yet he's familiar. It breaks my heart to see what we had, that was once so beautiful and unique, be destroyed by liquor. We used to be the envy of other couples who wondered how we stayed together for so long, and now I often wonder if we can make it another day. Alcohol is the other woman in the relationship. There can be room for both of us. Thank you for your poem.
Younger days, softer hearts, loving Eyes. You and I were so in love with each other. We wanted our love to last for eternity, but I left. I loved you childishly. I broke your heart so many times, to the point where you could let me go over and over again. I didn't intentionally want to leave you; I just did. You're my Leo, you're my king; you always have been. I have never stopped loving you. I have never stopped caring. I have never stopped thinking about you. I have never stopped hating myself for not being with you. I regret every day that we didn't share together as one, as soul mates, as what you wanted us to be. I saw you as being too young and not ready for a committed relationship, but I was so wrong. You were perfect, not a fault with you. Not one single thing could make me love you any less. I wish I could have seen that before. I broke your heart. Now you finally broke mine. Hold my heart forever. I don't need it until we become soul mates this time forever. Happy 23rd Birthday!
I'm living this every day. My boyfriend of 3 years now was my first love 29 years ago. When we got back together, we haven't seen each other in 28 years. Both had been married and have children from previous marriages. Mine are grown now. He swept me off my feet. Six months later we moved in together. Life was wonderful. I still don't know what really happened. One day we had a physical altercation. It hasn't been the same since. I feel so alone and invisible. I cry every day. He pretty much is not what he was 3 years ago. He says he loves me and doesn't want me to leave. But physically he shows no attraction to me. He hasn't touched me in months. It's like I'm not even there begging for love and affection. When I say something to him about it, it turns into a bad verbal argument. It's like it's not worth mentioning. I don't want another failure. I want him. The old him I fell in love with.
This poem is so deep. We don't realize how much a child has to listen to and the weight it puts on them. It is sad that this has happened in so many families when two adults suffer from a strain among themselves. They should never fight verbally or physically in any sort of fashion. It is known sometimes the child blames themselves. I did. I didn't think I could ever be loved. I endured a lot as a child of a broken home. I was 2 1/2 years old when my mom passed away, and my brother was 18 months old. My dad was trying to make a living and take care of us. He didn't have the best relationships or marriages. It was a strain on him and us. He needed help. I can relate to this because one of his wives he chose to be a stepmom for us was cruel and abusive. We, as kids, endured a lot that we shouldn't have had to. But my dad is and has always been my rock. He tried so hard.
My Mask is very resonating. I lost my very best friend of 30 years to cancer in 2012, and still I wear that mask daily. It's not easy, but we communicate through the thoughts that we write. Thank you for sharing.
I met my soulmate online while both of us were on Twitter. It was quite by accident as he had followed me online and I did my customary thing of saying thank you for the follow, not expecting an answer. But answer he did. He was so pleasant and nice that I couldn't help but talk to him. He had just gotten up to get a drink of water. Told him he should go back to bed; I hadn't meant to keep him up. He said he was awake, and our conversation continued. It just blossomed from then on. He was so passionate and funny and loving, all rolled into one. Never met someone so nice and considerate. We eventually exchanged pictures, and so the story went on. It's only been a month, and I am truly in love. He says he prayed to God to help him find a mate and then I came along. He lives in New York; I live in California. He is now out of the country on a job till the end of November and then he will come for me. He has proposed and we will plan our wedding. We are truly soulmates forever.
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