You Are Totally Stylish |
 If you were a car, you'd be sparkling clean and shiny. You always look good! When it comes to the road of life, you like it when all eyes are on you. You're the most polished car on the road. You may get irritated while driving, but you always remain cool. You could never imagine honking at another driver. You are the epitome of manners and grace. You like to hold your head up high. |
Sunday, January 31, 2010
The Old Car Test
Monday, January 25, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Changing Him
From The Kay Way:
My comment: Very well said. In my case I married a man who said he was in love with me. I did change him. He had been agoraphobic but together we built a life where he was out at a job (which he still has and likes) we had our own apartment, I moved to the US so we could be married all legal and proper for the government. I wanted to be married too but it was not a romantic wedding for sure. After we married he kept changing. He began picking on me and alienating me. We had been friends a long time before he decided he was in love with me. When we divorced it was because he no longer wanted to be married, just over a year after the wedding. He is grateful to me for getting him out of his rut. However, I can’t say things turned out that well from my side of things. I moved back to Ontario with nothing and I felt like nothing too.
Sometimes in a comment on someone's blog you make a post that gives you some new perspective. I like to save those.
My family still think our marriage could have been saved. I don't. First, it does take two people to make a marriage work. Second, I never felt so alone as I did when I was living in that one bedroom apartment with him every day. I miss being married, doing things with someone and having fun. But, I'm glad to be out of that too. I felt dead inside when I came back to Ontario again. Everything I had felt happy about being married, working together with him on building our lives and all the pride I had in doing all those things was left in ashes.
It would be nice to say I did the phoenix thing and arose from those ashes. But, I have not. Over ten years later and I am still working on it. Time has helped. Distance, in time and space, has given me perspective.
I wouldn't say I feel bitter or even angry any longer. I don't think it's a regret. Though all the good things are deep in the muck of all the unhappy things. It's hard to remember them without looking through the glass with all the negative tinting the view.
I don't do the blame thing very much. I made choices and put myself there. I made choices and took myself out of there too.
I've learned more about men from those days and the days after. I'm never going to be a dating diva. But, I do know there are far more important things in picking a man than the shape of his behind or a winning smile or even how well he talks about himself. Those are good things to have learned. It's a shame learning takes so much time when our time is finite.
As I spend time with my younger female friends and hear of their relationships, it occurs to me that generation after generation we fall in love with who we think our mates could be rather than the real man who is standing in front of us. What a shame.
My comment: Very well said. In my case I married a man who said he was in love with me. I did change him. He had been agoraphobic but together we built a life where he was out at a job (which he still has and likes) we had our own apartment, I moved to the US so we could be married all legal and proper for the government. I wanted to be married too but it was not a romantic wedding for sure. After we married he kept changing. He began picking on me and alienating me. We had been friends a long time before he decided he was in love with me. When we divorced it was because he no longer wanted to be married, just over a year after the wedding. He is grateful to me for getting him out of his rut. However, I can’t say things turned out that well from my side of things. I moved back to Ontario with nothing and I felt like nothing too.
Sometimes in a comment on someone's blog you make a post that gives you some new perspective. I like to save those.
My family still think our marriage could have been saved. I don't. First, it does take two people to make a marriage work. Second, I never felt so alone as I did when I was living in that one bedroom apartment with him every day. I miss being married, doing things with someone and having fun. But, I'm glad to be out of that too. I felt dead inside when I came back to Ontario again. Everything I had felt happy about being married, working together with him on building our lives and all the pride I had in doing all those things was left in ashes.
It would be nice to say I did the phoenix thing and arose from those ashes. But, I have not. Over ten years later and I am still working on it. Time has helped. Distance, in time and space, has given me perspective.
I wouldn't say I feel bitter or even angry any longer. I don't think it's a regret. Though all the good things are deep in the muck of all the unhappy things. It's hard to remember them without looking through the glass with all the negative tinting the view.
I don't do the blame thing very much. I made choices and put myself there. I made choices and took myself out of there too.
I've learned more about men from those days and the days after. I'm never going to be a dating diva. But, I do know there are far more important things in picking a man than the shape of his behind or a winning smile or even how well he talks about himself. Those are good things to have learned. It's a shame learning takes so much time when our time is finite.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Found an Old List of Links
I had this at Blogrolling and had forgotten about it when they were down for ages and ages before. I will eventually go through and check the links. Eventually... Someday...
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
The Under Achievement of Niceness
I feel like I'm a bitch every time I'm not nice. Not even nasty, or mean or anything like that. Just not nice. The under achievement of niceness.
It's pretty silly living in my head. I wish I could get out sometimes, just a little vacation would be nice.
It's pretty silly living in my head. I wish I could get out sometimes, just a little vacation would be nice.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
Merry New Year
Merry Happy New Year!
Hope everyone who reads here (and all the others who don't know I exist) have a great year for 2010.
Hope everyone who reads here (and all the others who don't know I exist) have a great year for 2010.
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