My parents were separated and I lived with my mom. I personally think single moms are the real super woman. They work hard, love hard, they get shit done, and do it all without someone to lean on at the end of day.
Thoughts Post your little thoughts.
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BadGirl45
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I have been known to be a little stubborn. Often if someone said that I shouldn't do something or couldn't do something i would immediately go and do it.
Well recently someone said to me that no matter what i did i couldn't change the world.
So... i am going to start to make the world a better place. Starting here.
Well recently someone said to me that no matter what i did i couldn't change the world.
So... i am going to start to make the world a better place. Starting here.
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SubSoph
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@KingPotato admitted he has an armpit hair fetish today. It was very eye-opening for me. I, too, am not alone with my fetish. Guess the only thing left to do now is to eat each others armpits out.
I found out that I like mine grown out too, so I guess it might not be uncommon.
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KingPotato
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Whaaat, you told me that was your thing? That’s wild.
I'm such an asshole somtimes
Everyone is different and unique. Even people who are from the same hometown, from the same culture and background, can have different ideas about boundaries. It is so easy to innocently make a catastrophic mistake which can end a friendship.
I have this old friend. One day we were friends, then the next we were not. But I didn't know things had changed until months, possibly even years further down the road. To this day, I still do not know why. I could try and guess, but guessing is not knowing. I could think about every mistake I ever made. I could drive myself crazy thinking about it -- and, frankly, I have. It took a long time, a lot of anxiety and anguish, but at some point I just let go of it. Not that I am "over it" but I had to stop over-thinking, or thinking about it at all.
I have this old friend. One day we were friends, then the next we were not. But I didn't know things had changed until months, possibly even years further down the road. To this day, I still do not know why. I could try and guess, but guessing is not knowing. I could think about every mistake I ever made. I could drive myself crazy thinking about it -- and, frankly, I have. It took a long time, a lot of anxiety and anguish, but at some point I just let go of it. Not that I am "over it" but I had to stop over-thinking, or thinking about it at all.
Very well said. I am learning that. In addition I am learning by their behavior when Iook back I don't think they were ever my good friend. In addition, recent observation has me thinking any chance at communication and reconciliation is being interfered with by a third party. So it's never going to happen and I have to walk away
Beds are awesome.
Sometimes I "like" things I read not because I agree but simply because I respect the person's opinion and do not always need to disagree with them about it. We all have our own ideas and opinions about things, how, what and why we think and feel the way we feel. It does no harm to acknowledge them and the opinions they have.
Dont let your emotions rule you is asked for trouble expecialy online.
Stay neutral as far as possible.
Stay neutral as far as possible.
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LillyK
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Happy Valentine's Day to me and to all the singles out there!!! I'm not likely getting any gifts today and that's ok because I'm doing things I love. Going to work this morning after I drop off my son, afterwards a small cleaning job, then off to sing with friends. Practicing healthy self care has helped me tremendously in the grief department and it shows in my heart ❤ Oh and there will be boobies involved when I get home tonight 
You had me at "singing" long before the boobies comment.Happy Valentine's Day to me and to all the singles out there!!! I'm not likely getting any gifts today and that's ok because I'm doing things I love. Going to work this morning after I drop off my son, afterwards a small cleaning job, then off to sing with friends. Practicing healthy self care has helped me tremendously in the grief department and it shows in my heart ❤ Oh and there will be boobies involved when I get home tonight
It seems, sometimes, that you are always there, whether I allow myself to think about you or not. I tell myself that I have to stop thinking about you, that I have to find a way to deal with it. Thinking about you, analyzing it one more time, is not going to change anything. A few minutes later I realize that I have been thinking about you, about the wall you built, about how you said you had no hard feelings, but how you cannot even acknowledge me in public, much less be even a little bit polite to me.
Even when I find a way to deal, or when I find some peace, it never seems to last. Once more, then, I must pull myself up and try to move forward. It gets tiring to climb and fall and climb again. There is always something to remind me, of the good times and of the bad times. Or, out of the blue, I run into you.
The last time was just a few months ago, and your reaction made it clear that there are still some hard feelings. I cannot help but think that I might have been saved so much anguish if you had smiled . . . and then I long to see you smile.
Even when I find a way to deal, or when I find some peace, it never seems to last. Once more, then, I must pull myself up and try to move forward. It gets tiring to climb and fall and climb again. There is always something to remind me, of the good times and of the bad times. Or, out of the blue, I run into you.
The last time was just a few months ago, and your reaction made it clear that there are still some hard feelings. I cannot help but think that I might have been saved so much anguish if you had smiled . . . and then I long to see you smile.
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LillyK
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