That is what she said…
So I told my friend I was going to write a post about her. She replied, “boring post”. Shortly after letting me know that Boring is her middle name. Excellent “B” is where I will begin. Some random words I associate with her start with the letter B:
a. Bumpers– I was introduced to this word and shown exactly how they work to keep your bowling ball out of the gutter. This was also a factor in determining the unbigness of said person.
b. Best- I have seen with my own eyes how she is the best at so many things. I have never met someone so multi- talented. I think she can sew while watching t.v, sing, txt, and snack all at the same time. Yet she can’t seem to eat jelly beans in the bath tub or walk in wedgies.
c. Beautiful- like magic
How do you describe someone who names their purses, cars, and socks? You just love them. You hurt for them when they hurt. You laugh with them.
Someone who has against all odds become a winner.
Sock monkey fanatic, word maker upper, sassy tea connoisseur, and friend to many.
Now please add you B words in the comments.
“They demand so much; Does it deprive me if I give in?” he wondered.
He sat on the couch drinking his coffee. The warmth of the sweetness made him content yet he knew he was missing something. He didn’t want to be alone but he was unable to be with them emotionally.
His Catch 22: wanting affection yet fearing it as his destruction.
“Dependency? but I can only rely on myself. I have always, in the end, had to rely on myself.” sipping his thoughts he began to stare out the window. Yes he wanted the attention but was fearful of being swallowed up.
He resented feeling dependant on them and often made them feel like nothing. Neglecting them because really they only caused his frustration, right?
But yet he stayed because he needs. The voice says, ” be here for me but don’t come to close- don’t burden me with your needs and expectations”.
BE with them but without part of yourself: the fail safe.
” I can almost remember when I met you; I had given up. An entire life of searching for love and it always turned to pain. Its just that women are not trustworthy: they change. They betray, the guilt me, they reject me, they fail.”
It is that desire to be understood which forces me …I mean everytime I meet the one who understands me and I believe in love again- they change.”
It’s the story of the boy, the man who id denied his love.
to be continued
When it seems to crumble that is when we stand tall….
Sir stood at the counter last night prepared to wait for the oven to preheat then put the bread in the oven. This touched me. He worked all day and yet here he was. I told him to go rest and I would call him for dinner.
We had not eaten the comfort food that I prepared yet we were already comforting one another in the smallest of ways.
I know when the sky falls you will stand tall.
When I first met my Man he called me His Angel. Saving him from a dark place were his defining words. To my Angel… was the heading on many a note.
These days I feel more like the nemesis in his story. Placed with all the other women in his life who have hurt him. When did I fall from grace? I don’t know.
I know the pain.
She writes fun stuff and relationship stuff. I have watched her grow and change. No- not grow up…a real growth. She is a real person writing about real life.
I thank her for her blog. #littles #giggleFactor #Friend
Thinking about his perspective of receiving a gift. How many times have we received something and thought in our heads “what am I gonna do with this”?
Ending this post with “we do this together” shows insight into the reality of relationships
Brilliant advice. We can’t forget that stuffies need direction.
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