blogging on others blogs - heart on my sleeve

I’m a sucker for a sob story, my friends say I wear my heart on my sleeve, in fact in my teens I went through a badge wearing stage (don’t we all?) & if they were hearts they would be on my sleeve naff hu? This poor girl got me so I had to put my 2p worth in,

http://michelle-and-the-city.blogspot.com/2007/10/will-any-title-suffice.html

Ok I’m de-lurking for this one! & I’m afraid it looks like it’s gonna be a long one!

Been there at least twice in my life, once didn’t work out, once did!

What your feeling is akin to grief, I know he hasn’t died but the relationship has and this is what you’re grieving, and your reaction is PERFECTLY NORMAL, (yes I’m shouting) everyone grieves differently, and to say “his other girls friends didn’t react this way is not only stoopid, but incorrect how does he know what they did in the privacy of they’re own homes? They may not have loved him that much anyway! But I digress I don’t know him, and I’m not going to attack him for being an idiot! But I will call him an idiot for saying “he understands women” how patronising!

Anyway you obviously loved him and you were planning a life together, & then he put the breaks on!

The first time this happened to me my mother said I had to run hard in the other direction & I didn’t get it and made a total fool of myself, needless to say it didn’t work out & thankfully I look back on it as a lucky escape, although I’m still a little embarrassed about how I behaved & a little angry with the way he behaved!

The second time this happened to me I actually understood what my mother was trying so tell me the first time and it is the hardest thing I have had to do so far but I let him go, I got on with my life, I pretended to be strong, I still remained friends, I made it seem that he was a complete idiot for loosing me,  I didn’t show off, I didn’t ring him all the time, (although I wanted to), I just got on with my life or at least I seem to but in real life to my friends & family I was a wreck, I cried myself t sleep almost every night,  lost tones of weight (one of the only good things) and was generally moping around, but when ever he saw me I was fine & having a little fun with out him & he wasn’t so he started to realise what as ass he was! And it worked I’m still with him 11 years and counting, I’m not saying we’re perfect but we work on it!

So what ever happens, just hang in there, it will become easier, not sure who said this but it was my mantra for a while

If you love something, let it go

If it comes back, it’s yours.

If it doesn’t it never was.

Thinking of you

Seeya hugya

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