Tag Archives: love

The Losses Keep Piling Up

I hope to freaking god that Krys is my final loss for the near future. I may be stronger for the losses, but the lonely factor sure does pile up Tally for recent past (less than 5 years) Divorce. Death … Continue reading

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Greatest Need in a Relationship

I’ve posted before about my wish list in a partner. Today ruminating about overall, what is my greatest need in a relationship. I believe I have distilled it down to this: Dear Love, I have done my best to survive … Continue reading

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Ramblings Not to Send

Dear Person I Want to be Close To, Do you ever share your feelings, insecurities, hopes and dreams with anyone? Do you have anyone that you confide in? Have you ever put your own self-protection aside for a shared dream? … Continue reading

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Sometimes The Right Choice Hurts

I’m crying again, because being true to myself hurts too. I’ve posted several times in the past about a long-distance poly partner, Krys. I do still love him, and will cherish the times we had. He helped me see my … Continue reading

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One the techniques I was offered to attempt to short circuit my PTSD obsessed brain was to try to replace thoughts of Writer with focus on other happier memories. My post yesterday, a poem about my childhood cat,  I Miss … Continue reading

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I Miss Coming Home to You

I miss coming home to you, your eyes lighting up as you would dash across the room to greet me. Stroking your neck and back while we sat on the couch. You listened quietly as I told you about my … Continue reading

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Perfect Beings

Do you recall the story about how we were once complete, perfect Beings, only we were torn apart into two halves and cursed to search for our remainder to regain that completeness? I feel like Writer was my other half, … Continue reading

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