somebroad

:hugs:
i know it doesnt do much, broken hearts are hard to repair and need little more than time. but either way, i hope you feel better soon! you're much too pretty to feel so sad.

I find the mending part equally troublesome... Sorry you've hit a rough patch. Given time, I'm sure you'll be back to smooth sailing. Not that it will do you any good, but this song sometimes helps sooth me back from the pit of despair... Sometimes it doesn't. It just reminds me of moving on after the pain.


Take care and hang in there.

Amazing endings are best. Then there is no let down.

Oh no... This picture of you is too sad, I can hardly bear it. I'm so sorry things didn't work out. Should you need it, here's a big ((HUG)) for you. Mourn for now, but try not to be sad for too long. Given time, I'm sure you'll find your "folie deux". In the mean time, you have my sympathy (and empathy).

Sorry to see you're sad.

Hopefully better times are on their way.

I once heard of a parable about the tree and the reeds. Over the years of his life, tree has seen many things; the seasons change and the plants, birds and land animals come and go, but he is always there... Firm and resolute, he is convinced that he will always outlast all others... Beneath him nestles a bed of reeds, to him they are small and thin, frail and weak. He looks down upon them with pity, for he is certain they will not last after the mildness of Autumn turns to the cold bitterness of Winter. One evening, the weather turns foul and the wind begins to blow. Mighty tree boasts of it's strength to the reeds and they just sigh while the growing breeze sends invisible waves of dancers, spinning along trough them. As the breeze strengthens into a wind, tree thrusts out his sturdy branches, leaning hard into the powerful gusts that begin to buffet them. Tree looks down upon the flimsy reeds and feels sad, for he is certain his sister reeds will be destroyed before the lashing is through. Suddenly, there is a great crack and tree feels himself tumbling over. His old roots, unearthed and exposed, reach to the sky while his arms and crown break as he crashes into the reeds below. "How is it that I have fallen while you still stand?" The broken tree asks the reeds, now as tall as he. "We may be small and thin, but we are flexible and bend with the wind. You have grown to be strong and tall, but because you are hard, you've broken because you can no longer bend."

It's good to have a backbone, just remember to keep it flexible for those Gumby-like moments in life.

It's fine to compromise, but you shouldn't have to feel like you're the one who always has to sacrifice just make her happy (how does that make you feel?). Healthy relationships need reciprocity, otherwise you'll just be convincing yourself that settling for less then you deserve is really all that you deserve. Does that sound fair? Not to me. However... There may be some things your partner feels very strongly about and you shouldn't demand that they change in order to have a relationship. (Threatening a relationship over some minor issue is petty and hurtful). On the other hand, if there is a problem with something major and pivotal in the relationship, then the relationship itself hinges upon resolving the problem, otherwise there is no relationship at all... (Am I making any sense?)

I'm really sorry to hear that you've hit a bump in the road, you seemed so happy. Still, it's a good thing you've recognized the inevitability of the problem if left alone. You may still be able to work it out if you can express your concerns and somehow communicate your feelings on the matter. Just don't leave her in the dark if you plan on leaving her, let her know upfront and be honest. If things don't go well, then you'll have a clearer conscience and she'll have to face the consequences of her actions head on. The least you can do is say you tried.

Looks like an all out battle is brewing.... but that's not always a bad thing.

Sometimes it's better to fight than to compromise. It just works sometimes.

But good luck regardless.