<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163676118159985154</id><updated>2026-09-09T08:27:23.842-04:00</updated><category term="love"/><category term="dating"/><category term="relationship issues"/><category term="relationships"/><category term="break-ups"/><category term="battle of the sexes"/><category term="romance"/><category term="advice"/><category term="confessions"/><category term="heartbroken"/><category term="couples"/><category term="heartbreak"/><category term="friendships"/><category term="healing"/><category term="betrayal"/><category term="courting"/><category term="getting over ex"/><category term="men"/><category term="women"/><category term="commitment issues"/><category term="trust"/><category term="marriage"/><category term="dating advice"/><category term="moving on"/><category term="relationship limbo"/><category term="deception"/><category term="he&#39;s just not that into you"/><category term="lessons"/><category term="life&#39;s lessons"/><category term="male perspective"/><category term="facebook"/><category term="infidelity"/><category term="romantic bliss"/><category term="truth"/><category term="#break-ups"/><category term="#commitment issues"/><category term="The Ugly Truth"/><category term="cheating"/><category term="fling"/><category term="lies"/><category term="mistakes"/><category term="romantic comedies"/><category term="twitter"/><category term="#betrayal"/><category term="500 Days of Summer"/><category term="cheaters"/><category term="divorce"/><category term="love rehab"/><category term="movie trailers"/><category term="online dating"/><category term="soul mate"/><category term="the game"/><category term="dopamine"/><category term="fear"/><category term="husband"/><category term="movie"/><category term="social networking"/><category term="soulmate"/><category term="unfaithful"/><category term="wife"/><category term="#catfish"/><category term="#divorce"/><category term=".com"/><category term="2012"/><category term="American Horror Story"/><category term="Fiona"/><category term="Happy New Year"/><category term="Jessica Lange"/><category term="Joseph Gordon-Levitt"/><category term="POF"/><category term="Plenty of Fish"/><category term="The Replacements"/><category term="The Steve Harvey Show"/><category term="Think Like a Man"/><category term="Tom and Jerry"/><category term="Valentine&#39;s"/><category term="Valentine&#39;s Day"/><category term="Windsor"/><category term="Zooey"/><category term="anti-aging"/><category term="cartoons"/><category term="cougar"/><category term="deal breaker"/><category term="emails"/><category term="fairytale"/><category term="hope"/><category term="instagram"/><category term="mattel"/><category term="mature relationship issues"/><category term="menopause"/><category term="middle age"/><category term="music bands"/><category term="myspace"/><category term="new 30&#39;s"/><category term="new 40&#39;s"/><category term="new 50&#39;s"/><category term="player&#39;s club"/><category term="players"/><category term="sandrarose.com"/><category term="sexting"/><category term="sugar daddy"/><category term="text"/><category term="texting"/><category term="work"/><title type='text'>She Versus He</title><subtitle type='html'>A focus on relationships between Men, Women and the issues they face. Exchanging unique yet different views, with the goal of further understanding, optimistically the end result will bring increased unity as well as harmony amongst the sexes.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163676118159985154/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163676118159985154/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Soleilwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368503880724635895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1qqNKgRIPKWudOkuoNsV9lWRQuT70cfMC3-YaQks_jn8cekhYDhflsMfyrRbjNqlDa1blb2kb21JdSmEHSnDph28HdatUUkt_Sb201bAF086uYw5Tg4zaSj4AP8rcFqA/s113/v.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163676118159985154.post-6763995550180241062</id><published>2016-03-18T16:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2016-03-18T16:12:48.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'> Handeling Your Breakup With Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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My t-shirt came in the lovely packaging. Can&#39;t wait to get the sweat shirt next.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #454545; font-family: &amp;quot;uictfonttextstylebody&amp;quot;; font-size: 17px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;So here you are, facing the reality that your relationship is now over. You&#39;ve looked at a thousand memes that seem to speak to your very existence. You&#39;ve mourned for as long as humanly possible, You&#39;re finally beginning to accept the finality of things and now you are ready for change, a change in attitude, a change in perspective. What do you do? You decide to self medicate and bring on the healing with some good old retail therapy. This is where our good friends at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #454545; font-family: &amp;quot;uictfonttextstylebody&amp;quot;; font-size: 17px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;breakupboutique.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #454545; font-family: &amp;quot;uictfonttextstylebody&amp;quot;; font-size: 17px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;comes in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255 , 255 , 255 , 0); color: #454545; font-family: &amp;quot;uictfonttextstylebody&amp;quot;; font-size: 17px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Breakup Boutique is a one-stop shop that sells trendy gear that may help you get over your breakup. As you go down that road to recovery who says you can&#39;t look absolutely cute doing so. The Breakup Boutique can help you express yourself no&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255 , 255 , 255 , 0); color: #454545; font-family: &amp;quot;uictfonttextstylebody&amp;quot;; font-size: 17px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;matter what stage of your breakup journey – from sadness, anger, happiness or empowerment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;(From the breakup boutique site)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Breakup Boutique is the brainchild of two 30-something ladies from London. Countless conversations during one of the duo’s breakup coined a number of sayings and phrases which quite often lightened the mood. Wouldn’t it be great to put the slogans on a T-Shirt, you know, wear how you feel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;What we are not:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;A bitter and twisted, angry, man-hating website&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;A company looking to benefit from people’s relationship woes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;What we are:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;A unique outlet for people to own how they are feeling&amp;nbsp;at that moment without judgement in a bid to feel better later down the line; because quite frankly at the beginning of a breakup&amp;nbsp;you can feel like shit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;A company that understands the rollercoaster of pain and joy that a breakup brings, and provides the gifts and tools to help you feel your way through the journey and take it all in your stride to ultimately&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: 700;&quot;&gt;Get Over It With A Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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So embrace your new relationship status and reclaim your independence and turn a few heads doing so.&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/feeds/6763995550180241062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/2016/03/handeling-your-breakup-with-style.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163676118159985154/posts/default/6763995550180241062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163676118159985154/posts/default/6763995550180241062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/2016/03/handeling-your-breakup-with-style.html' title=' Handeling Your Breakup With Style'/><author><name>Soleilwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368503880724635895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1qqNKgRIPKWudOkuoNsV9lWRQuT70cfMC3-YaQks_jn8cekhYDhflsMfyrRbjNqlDa1blb2kb21JdSmEHSnDph28HdatUUkt_Sb201bAF086uYw5Tg4zaSj4AP8rcFqA/s113/v.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZq2a2cA4lFNZuroqLJqPF1-q1CSR-6oindaISRYqRq-HznvNjnblDmAZAOwsmqYsth1VSdhxhkfNo9K8p-OZLBwjNfUbwzkmPFZhK2lFlHcU3oOYwOrCtAnTAP3a8Qdc18hyzArlGAQE/s72-c/IMG_0189.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163676118159985154.post-2755575070180755196</id><published>2015-09-07T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2015-09-08T12:50:01.071-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="#break-ups"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="#commitment issues"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="betrayal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="break-ups"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="commitment issues"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="confessions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="couples"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="deception"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="getting over ex"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heartbreak"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship issues"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><title type='text'>SHE Confession # 11: Break Up Etiquette</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu6SIGHKEh3sF12x6zvJ-R7_brOsTfkJ2mxKaNZmdVOgYpwXFm-tiRs5JM_hLQrzGKl4hsw3047e87EY5e_vcxEmi43Pinbo-uNvHyrYFA5hnyrLnpg4KhLsIRlXw11m1WNPv6HnGorKw/s1600/Break-Up.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu6SIGHKEh3sF12x6zvJ-R7_brOsTfkJ2mxKaNZmdVOgYpwXFm-tiRs5JM_hLQrzGKl4hsw3047e87EY5e_vcxEmi43Pinbo-uNvHyrYFA5hnyrLnpg4KhLsIRlXw11m1WNPv6HnGorKw/s320/Break-Up.jpg&quot; width=&quot;213&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11.5pt; line-height: 16pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; line-height: 16pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve noticed that sometimes men will take measures to inhibit a woman&#39;s emotional response to a breakup which I think is neither appropriate
nor fair to the woman. Here&#39;s my story, I hope all who have been in this same position will relate and appreciate. I had been dating this guy for about a year and he decided to drop the bomb in the middle of a dinner date at a fine dining restaurant.
I quickly realized how he had &quot;choreographed&quot; everything by choosing such a venue so that I would restrain my emotions, and even took
additional steps, like picking a table in the middle of the room rather than a more private space. So, I turned the tables on him in a big way.
First I ordered the most expensive desserts on the menu, one for each of
us. Having a degree in the Theatre Arts, I figured I&#39;d make good use of
those skills by staging a dramatic exit complete with a fabricated

I exclaimed &quot;I can&#39;t believe you&#39;ve been cheating on me
all this time!”&amp;nbsp; And then I stood up, reached across the table and
delivered a hard slap across his face that was heard throughout the room. I had the presence of mind to remove his glasses just before
administering the slap so they wouldn&#39;t go flying across the room upon
impact. (He never did thank me for that) There was complete silence in the immediate aftermath and all you could hear was the sound of my high
heels hitting the hardwood floor as I stormed off.&amp;nbsp; I wonder if he ever
ate those desserts I ordered ;-)

Stephanie Nguyen
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&lt;i style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;We must pay close attention to whom we share our intimate energy with.
Sexual intimacy on this level intricately entwines the auric energies of both
sexual partners. It creates a powerful exchange of energy between those
involved. &amp;nbsp;These powerful connections, no matter how insignificant we think they are, leave spiritual debris upon the aura for a long time because
they are not easily cleansed or balanced. ‘Casual sex’ with many partners can
entwine the energies of all these people into your own aura as well, if they are not
severed and cleansed properly. This type of cluttered aura can be felt by
others. This explains the subtle energies we give off. A person who sleeps with&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 17.1200008392334px;&quot;&gt;multiple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;people carries around a confused aura. The longer and more
intimate the contact&amp;nbsp;with another person, the more powerful the interactions of
the auric fields become and the harder it is for these connections to untangle
and leave. - Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;I was single and desolate when I decided to enter a verbal contract. A contract that would require me to have a consensual, casual relationship....no strings attached. My true nature would
have never entertained the idea of such a relationship before but, as my loneliness rose to an all-time high, it began to impair my better judgement. To make matters worse, this forced celibate state I was in started to get the best of me. I longed for intimacy, that
human connection with someone special. So as impatience moved in, I gave in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;There was no deceiving myself. I knew it wasn&#39;t the ultimate relationship that
I had been holding out for. However, I coaxed myself into thinking it couldn&#39;t hurt. Hell, it was better than being alone, I thought. I told myself that I could do this. Stay focused, detached and simply enjoy his company. Be in the moment, while keeping my options open. It seemed like the perfect agreement while waiting for Mr. Ideal to show up and make his presence known. Things were fine at first. Our times together consisted of a mélange of intriguing conversation and intimacy. What had the makings of a brief fling suddenly had all the characteristics of a meaningful relationship.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;This was one of the dangers of being in such a sexy arrangement - that moment&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;when a thin line comes into play.
Where things go from being casual to feeling like a serious something. This is
where the unthinkable happened... like a thief in the night, feelings emerged
and I was then forced to realize my feelings for him.&amp;nbsp;My gut told me he
had feelings for me as well. My gut also said that although I am a committed
relationship kind of girl, he will never be a committed relationship kind of
guy and therein lies the problem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;How does one deal when the playing field suddenly changes? Do you try and renegotiate your arrangement? How does one even go about such a thing after setting such noncommittal ground rules? Do you sit down and try and discuss new
terms under a new relationship contract or do you stop dead and center and walk away? &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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As with most endeavors, there are a few lessons to be learned from
this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;There is no such thing as just a casual
relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Never allow your loneliness to lead you to settling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;People are who they are and believe what
they tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;It is a lot harder to get someone out of
your life than it is to let them in. So take your time and choose wisely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/feeds/952811808547277835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/2015/08/she-confession-10-casual-contract.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163676118159985154/posts/default/952811808547277835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163676118159985154/posts/default/952811808547277835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/2015/08/she-confession-10-casual-contract.html' title='SHE Confession # 10: The Casual Contract'/><author><name>Soleilwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368503880724635895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1qqNKgRIPKWudOkuoNsV9lWRQuT70cfMC3-YaQks_jn8cekhYDhflsMfyrRbjNqlDa1blb2kb21JdSmEHSnDph28HdatUUkt_Sb201bAF086uYw5Tg4zaSj4AP8rcFqA/s113/v.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV-DIe68gVrz5jZCIoh8DVN7QzR84jRNXtAq1xl1oquKRUZ3HhJ0LDfHICSgOBMvEnXtlTLJKqSel5u0lfLk0jyEB7xjvdz-q65TG0cKs3Lqz3XX4C_kCaOtKEUcMOHszyrLT_aX_y9Hg/s72-c/FullSizeRender.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163676118159985154.post-6531778587282929266</id><published>2015-04-07T04:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2015-08-11T22:22:36.619-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="advice"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="betrayal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="break-ups"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="couples"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="getting over ex"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="healing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heartbreak"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heartbroken"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moving on"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship issues"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><title type='text'>The Means to a Mend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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No one wants to fall in love only for it to end in a deficit. As we struggle through this thing called life, we sometimes manage to surrender and&amp;nbsp;let love in. When we decide to let love in, it seeps into our hearts, and like the weight of an ocean, it can break and shatter us. This can happen the moment you give love a chance. That feeling you get when you fall hard and seek your (be-all and end-all) to be filled by that SHE/HE.
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I once heard, when it comes to love, it is better to walk into love rather than fall in love. This way, when the love is not right, you can simply walk away. If you fall in love, you run the risk of staying down too long and not knowing when or how to come back up - not knowing who or what to turn to, until you are left with no choice but to drown in love.
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Once your heart takes over, you will feel yourself literally sink to the depths, the brink of what seems to be the point of no return, a complete abyss - entrapped by emotions and feeling broken. A state of complete darkness comes over you. Though all is dim, know that this too shall pass. The pain felt is not the end all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Remember, just as that darkness of the night always precedes the dawn, know that light and blissful love is sure to follow after the pain. As long as there is breath in your body and a your heart still beats, you will heal and move on, even if it feels inconceivable.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is not the end of you but, perhaps, an end of what was not meant to be. Know that the depth of that emotional abyss is not the final resting spot on your love journey. Sometimes you have to reach your lowest point, that point where you are faced without a choice, but only to move on and rise above it all. You can choose to stay at the bottom, until you simply drown, or you can gather the pearls and leave behind the pebbles and the swine. It is these very pearls that will make you stronger, more resilient, and help you see your worth.&lt;br /&gt;
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Have faith that you can rise up and replace the darkness with the light. Transform your weakness and pain into your greatest strength, a means of growth and renewal. Understand that transformation often begins with a fall, and never regret the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;
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I read somewhere that “The ground is where humility lives”. This is when you must seek your inner strength, inner circle, and faith to become more aware. It is only then that you will gain the needed endurance to move on. Once healed, at some point you will be forced to look back and see your own  nothingness from whence you came. This will encourage you to seek the hunger for greatness. Know that if you have seen that reality, you have seen much. The one who is truly deceived and in darkness is the one who only seeks to pleasure HER/HIS own self, while simply disregarding others along the way. Deprived is the one who has never witnessed HER/HIS own need for the genuine love of another. Reliant on HER/HIS own self, SHE/HE fails to realize the weight of their actions and how it may compromise others, and everything else in existence.&lt;br /&gt;
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Look to your faith and your inner strength to bring you back up, for the heart that you thought was forever damaged will be mended. What was shattered will be whole again. It is the belief that you can, that will allow you to do this. Keep seeking your inner strength. Constantly thinking and trying to figure out what went wrong, on the other hand, will only leave you to spend too much time regretting, feeling ashamed, and crippled with fear to love again. Don’t let the crushing waves of heartbreak prevent you from rising up. You can still rise up and breathe new air and new life, for new love can be just around the corner. Regain your sense of self and get back on the love track. Leave the pain behind you and don’t let the pain change you. You have a heart that is beautiful, lovable, and desirable for the right person. Keep these words dear and near and use them as your means to a mend. 
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzRJq7yRvldiYe8nw14yxbrfDKkWNDcSS6OJCkhxpn-puU2OQUIfkB_NCTeH0yje8vCx_Fd04p07U4a2AXYTrYoQCWvHwY92HIDqIYV9_hWEmMrPBaXmZsKv5dDgVgdRHuYqaGolLQujU/s1600/Clipboard03.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzRJq7yRvldiYe8nw14yxbrfDKkWNDcSS6OJCkhxpn-puU2OQUIfkB_NCTeH0yje8vCx_Fd04p07U4a2AXYTrYoQCWvHwY92HIDqIYV9_hWEmMrPBaXmZsKv5dDgVgdRHuYqaGolLQujU/s1600/Clipboard03.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;He once loved me intensely. &amp;nbsp;As a result of that love a jealousy and fear grew
within me. &amp;nbsp;I always knew I never wanted
to feel what it would be like to be without his love… I knew I would
shatter to pieces if I ever discovered he loved another as or more intensely
than he loved me. &amp;nbsp;I knew there were
others and though it thoroughly pissed me off, I knew they were not me so I
weathered through it.&amp;nbsp; I knew their
exchanges&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 17.1200008392334px;&quot;&gt;didn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;measure up to a tenth of the love we had between us. That all
changed the&amp;nbsp;day I discovered her existence. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;She was the one that set everything in motion.&amp;nbsp; She changed us for good. She changed our
bond, our love, our marriage and our family permanently.&amp;nbsp; She affected us in ways that I can’t even
begin to express. &amp;nbsp;She had impeccable
timing that became his everything, all that he looked forward to. &amp;nbsp;Until this very day I wonder if they know the magnitude
and the devastation they caused….most likely not. I’m sure she couldn&#39;t have given even one single damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;She was the one he now called with excitement when it used
to be me. &amp;nbsp;She was the one that motivated him
to make frequent trips to the corner store (so he could freely answer her
missed calls). &amp;nbsp;She motivated him to
return to our marriage bed just before dawn and sometimes not at all. &amp;nbsp;Over time I began to see the extra effort he was making in his appearance for her that he once made for me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Their need for each other although a complete bliss for
them, started a deterioration within me.&amp;nbsp;
I allowed their nascent romance to rob me of my aspirations and my
dreams. &amp;nbsp;He was so embedded within me that
without him I now felt so broken. &amp;nbsp;I no
longer wanted anything to do with what reminded me of them, even if that meant
him too. Our home became a cold reminder of what was, what could be but,
now&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 17.1200008392334px;&quot;&gt;isn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;. It became an emotive prison and I wanted out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;I became so emotionally weak but, my heart became hardened.&amp;nbsp; To him and everyone else I appeared bitter,
stubborn and strong willed. Inside I was dying and trying so hard not to breakdown.
&amp;nbsp;I allowed their actions to strip my
self-worth, self-respect and confidence.&amp;nbsp;
A once self-assured woman now diffident and weak. Alone I remain for no
one could ever be him to me, no one could ever be us. &amp;nbsp;It’s been well over seven years now and broken
I remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Here&#39;s another great opportunity for you to hash out your relationship issues on T.V with the Author of &quot;Think Like a Man&quot; and host of The Steve Harvey Show based in Chicago. Even if you are not from Chicago area, if chosen you would be flown out with accommodations&amp;nbsp;included so you can tell your story to Steve.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #222222;&quot;&gt;Currently they are looking for women who are having problems in their relationships (hence why they reached to us). They are looking for women in long-term relationships that want to know if their man&#39;s behavior is really a deal breaker. Steve Harvey will sit down with you if you are selected and give you his honest advice from his perspective. If this sounds like something you would be interested in please contact &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;mailto:jasmine.stephen@steveharveytv.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #274e13;&quot;&gt;Jasmine Stephen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #222222;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmoI6F-Q5AnUVI9lzAKM30V5Fqx_7jflVX4gI47v5ioao1-HuEKACGfu6qqF4DDWSVdC851njN7UWWeEC1bIpGrOBaKTzmm0RO0JqqlqD7mgl2p_QG77KL9wLPol8YGA1HUL7A4Z9bPfY/s1600/unnamed.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmoI6F-Q5AnUVI9lzAKM30V5Fqx_7jflVX4gI47v5ioao1-HuEKACGfu6qqF4DDWSVdC851njN7UWWeEC1bIpGrOBaKTzmm0RO0JqqlqD7mgl2p_QG77KL9wLPol8YGA1HUL7A4Z9bPfY/s1600/unnamed.jpg&quot; width=&quot;247&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Hello my
wonderful SHE &amp;amp; HEs. I was contacted by the casting office of Relativity
Television. They appear to be some of the same people behind the hit show &quot;Catfish&quot;.
They currently are working on a show that some may find relatable or interesting.&amp;nbsp; It is based on women who think their
boyfriend or husbands are cheating on them “ONLINE” through social media.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Apparently this is a huge problem that has become more
prevalent in today’s relationships, yet few people are publicly discussing it. Currently
they are working on the first therapy show that will tackle these types of
relationship issues.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;This is not supposed
to be a sleazy talk show; it’s going to be a one hour special on a major cable
network. The host will be Dr. Ramani., a licensed clinical psychologist and a
professor of Psychology. She&#39;s known to have a passion for helping others to live
their happiest and healthiest lives. If interested in participating
refer to the contact information listed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;I loved two men in my life. I loved them enough to marry
them. I also even loved them enough to divorce them just as well. The first
marriage was in my late teens and ended before I was even legal to drink. The
latter I married a few years shortly after. Both of those marriages painfully
ended to my dismay. I take the brunt of the blame. Reason being, my selection
process. Although they were very different in many ways, it was like I had
chosen the exact same man twice.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;I believed both men truly loved me but, not enough to give
up their bachelor like ways. They were both men who thrived for the nightlife
and lived for the streets, seven days a week. They both had the mentality that
this is who they were and I just had to accept it if I wanted to be in their
world. Neither one of them disclosed such behavior when we were courting.
Perhaps they did but, the dopamine high affected my better judgment. I was also
naive in thinking I could try to change either of them. I tried a series of
things in both marriages. I tried talking it out, expressing my feelings,
fighting about it and lastly, I tried the two can play that game strategy.
Neither of these things ever really worked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;After going through the dissatisfaction of failing marriage
number two, I finally realized that it was wrong of me to expect change from
someone who didn&#39;t want to change or feel the need for the change. I had to
learn to try to accept people for who they are. I can choose to deal with them
as they are or I can choose not to. What made me finally move on from the
second marriage was when I realized that I was doing all the compromising and
through all the compromising I lost my sense of self, who I was along the way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Depression had set in and I was not characteristically
recognizable to those who knew and loved me. So after two decades of marriage I
mustered up the courage to leave. I left him not because I stopped loving him;
I left because I had to start loving me again. Leaving him was about reclaiming
my sense of self-worth back, becoming strong and whole again. If by chance I
should have a go at love again, hopefully it will be with someone whose values
fit with my own or one that is willing to compromise for the sake of the
relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/feeds/9052348265816711831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/2014/03/she-confession-8-disarray-of-matrimony.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163676118159985154/posts/default/9052348265816711831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163676118159985154/posts/default/9052348265816711831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/2014/03/she-confession-8-disarray-of-matrimony.html' title='SHE Confession #8: The Disarray of Matrimony '/><author><name>Soleilwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368503880724635895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1qqNKgRIPKWudOkuoNsV9lWRQuT70cfMC3-YaQks_jn8cekhYDhflsMfyrRbjNqlDa1blb2kb21JdSmEHSnDph28HdatUUkt_Sb201bAF086uYw5Tg4zaSj4AP8rcFqA/s113/v.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcCucrzsXlr9injbg0U52QPghi0qnzaKBoVtOtOOhgEFeg1Vvp5q2o6Ljmt_j1LbHpQLDi8QQJBvY1y_GkLUXD00dQN59-XgM9j3Lhfdm__WDfYHIhgmMHpgeFr5Ah3qeaqeH4OwslmHw/s72-c/11615436_s.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163676118159985154.post-7213442256106950574</id><published>2014-03-14T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2014-08-15T18:08:35.463-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="advice"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="break-ups"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="couples"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating advice"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="getting over ex"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life&#39;s lessons"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music bands"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Windsor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work"/><title type='text'>6 Ways to Successfully Work With Your Significant Other</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Sustaining a loving relationship poses challenges of it&#39;s own, much less trying to maintain a working relationship with the one you love. Hear how Rachel manages to keep things flowing in her work/love relationship:&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Jameson and I began writing songs together after we broke up. That might sound odd, but for us it made sense. Sure, we had grievances with one another, but that didn’t mean we should have to stop hanging out!&lt;/div&gt;
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Since then, we&#39;ve gotten back together and worked through some of those grievances. At the same time, our songwriting has morphed into a full-on start-up enterprise. However, learning how to work together and be together as a couple has been no small challenge. More than once, my housemates (i.e. my parents) have heard me stomping around my room in the midst of a full-on phone tantrum.&lt;/div&gt;
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And yet, I feel like I’ve also learned a few things.&lt;/div&gt;
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If you’re thinking of starting a business with your significant other, here are some tips:&lt;/div&gt;
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1. Don’t tell them their ideas suck. Just because you’re comfortable with one another, doesn’t mean you can eschew common courtesy.&lt;/div&gt;
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2. Separate work from play. Set specific times when you’re going to work and specific times when you’re going to hang out. Oh, and constantly checking work emails during hangout time defeats the purpose.&lt;/div&gt;
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3. Control your emotions. If something happened outside of work, leave it there. Vent to your journal, if need be, then get over it. You can’t do good work if you’re annoyed.&lt;/div&gt;
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4. Keep your priorities in check. What’s more important to you: the product you’re creating or the person you create it with?&lt;/div&gt;
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5. Praise one another. Too often, we don’t praise gifted people because we’re certain they already know how great they are. Not true. We all need to be encouraged in our gifts, especially artists.&lt;/div&gt;
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6. Say thank you. Because any endeavor requires both your gifts. Because there is a lot to do and you couldn&#39;t do it without them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 1.6;&quot;&gt;– &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://windsorband.com/on-working-with-your-significant-other/&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 1.6;&quot;&gt;r. yellen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 1.6;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: white; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;Guest Blogger,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 23px;&quot;&gt;Rachel Yellen is a co-writer/band mate&amp;nbsp;of the band Windsor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/feeds/7213442256106950574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/2014/03/6-ways-to-successfully-work-with-your.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163676118159985154/posts/default/7213442256106950574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163676118159985154/posts/default/7213442256106950574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/2014/03/6-ways-to-successfully-work-with-your.html' title='6 Ways to Successfully Work With Your Significant Other'/><author><name>Soleilwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368503880724635895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1qqNKgRIPKWudOkuoNsV9lWRQuT70cfMC3-YaQks_jn8cekhYDhflsMfyrRbjNqlDa1blb2kb21JdSmEHSnDph28HdatUUkt_Sb201bAF086uYw5Tg4zaSj4AP8rcFqA/s113/v.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSTVYKab0MHuizcxe8DvB1J5_u0Px0wgPua7wUox2OYbpvowFPxqinYlgjKOjXaRHxDabcy_M0fRFDh5PTViBjhsNddjOFprnTgxE42zBKpPa61SJyrKVRMnXXQGtLQbLoB25cQ7iL5rg/s72-c/SigOther.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163676118159985154.post-8980722560310425987</id><published>2014-02-21T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2014-08-14T02:04:03.062-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="betrayal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="break-ups"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="commitment issues"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="confessions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="courting"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="deception"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="getting over ex"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="he&#39;s just not that into you"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="healing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heartbreak"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heartbroken"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lessons"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life&#39;s lessons"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moving on"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trust"/><title type='text'>SHE Confession #7: I Just Can&#39;t Anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m not feeling this between us anymore. I have been let
down and disregarded so many times in my past and now you too... Was it naive
of me to think you were incapable of doing the same? I guess...I have tried my
best to always be there for you when you needed someone to talk to, someone to
care or just simply be there. You know it really wasn&#39;t no task at all, for I
hung onto every word that you so much as even uttered from your beautiful lips.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;I thought I had the same in you but, in return you
disappointed me… You fell out of my life once again. You checked out once more.
As life with me became too much for you to bear you just simply stopped
calling. Not once did you seem to care what was going on with me. What you had
going on was all that seem to truly matter anyways.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;Loving you was a certainty that I would be there. I
respected your need to do things differently and handle things your own way. At
the same time your actions forced me to realize what works for me and this
one-way surely doesn&#39;t anymore. Walking out of my life and strolling back when
it is conducive for you…really?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;During your hiatus I reached out to you because I needed
you, I needed someone to talk to, someone to just listen with care… Instead you
were nowhere to be found because, you were busy doing you. This last time you
showed up expecting to get back in, back to when we were at our ultimate high.
I just simply can&#39;t keep doing this again and again, I just can no longer do
us. Not because I don&#39;t love you anymore. Hell, I still do...maybe even more. I
just can&#39;t endure the pain anymore. This whole thing has got me so weak...I
can&#39;t foresee me ever trusting you as I once did and that is why I just can&#39;t
anymore. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m sure finding love is attainable at any age. However, is there
an expiration date on this whole dating thing? At what point is it possible to
consider that one may be getting a pinch too old for this? Is there a point
where one realizes they should have settled down with that special someone long
ago? That point where one is forced to leave the game. Not because you wanted
to but, because the game has forcefully retired you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;American Horror Story character, Fiona Goode played by (Jessica
Lange) has this compelling scene in the episode appropriately named &quot;The
Replacements&quot; that depicts this exact realization. It takes place in a
dark Louisiana lounge. Fiona sits at the bar sipping her choice of spirits,
while inhaling her surroundings as she exhales the smoke from her ciggy. She
sits alone and unnoticed while the younger women at that very same bar are
being approached. Suddenly, a handsome man comes towards her smiling. She takes
note and prepares to be acknowledged only to realize that handsome man was
making his way to the more youthful woman seated beside her. Feeling a bit
foolish, it is then that she comes to the realization that she is an aging
woman who no longer possess the &quot;it&quot; factor she once had. Her outer
beauty has matured and to her dismay it&#39;s fading more rapidly that she would
like to accept.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;(&lt;i&gt;As she sips her drink her thoughts are narrated and she
looks around the room&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&quot;It&#39;s a dance, a dance no one ever had to teach me. A
dance I&#39;ve known since I first saw my reflection in my father&#39;s eyes. My
partners have been princes and starving artists, Greek Gods and clowns and
every one of them certain they lead. But, it&#39;s always my dance. I make the first
move, which is no move at all. I&#39;ve always just understood that they will
eventually find themselves in front of me. Primitive, beautiful animals. Their
bodies responding to the inevitability of it all. It&#39;s my dance and I have
performed it with finesse and abandon with countless partners. Only the faces
change. And all this time, I never suspected the night would come when the
dance would end.&quot;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;When do you think your dance should end or will you dance until
your inner music stops?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiudNmBAPqYRWvV9vSeaMo1hJxIi7Qd8-rFFVWDLGTBGWlKsUvvWWitqH-jK8SX7uHRpOfaaHcuYBrTtzAB6e35NwblLurec134hL2EADn1YOgCZOnmNuOuPfWyNFnF35AYD888nk2P38/s1600/11556643_s.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiudNmBAPqYRWvV9vSeaMo1hJxIi7Qd8-rFFVWDLGTBGWlKsUvvWWitqH-jK8SX7uHRpOfaaHcuYBrTtzAB6e35NwblLurec134hL2EADn1YOgCZOnmNuOuPfWyNFnF35AYD888nk2P38/s1600/11556643_s.jpg&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;213&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc;&quot;&gt;SHE left me disenchanted. Her actions ripped my perception of who I thought SHE was to pieces. It changed my reality, our existence. SHE was unintentionally tested by me. SHE failed and, miserably I might add. SHE took what we had between us…what I thought was beyond any monetary value and, reduced us like some outdated piece of technology.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc;&quot;&gt;We became a thing of yesterday…obsolete. Just like that… I sometimes watch her bask in her own delight from a distance and think oh, what a Bitch SHE is! A Bitch no doubt… Then I came to my senses and realized I’m just simply chagrined by it all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc;&quot;&gt;I’m still very much in love with the idea of who I thought SHE was. &amp;nbsp;The truth of the matter is SHE is not a bitch at all. SHE is still the same SHE that SHE always has been. A SHE I refused to initially see. Instead of continuously harboring ill feelings for her, I can now only want to wish her well. For if SHE was not being SHE I would not have been the involuntary recipient of clarity, a parting gift that SHE so graciously left. Staring at me was the true Bitch, my denial.&lt;b&gt;..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #404040; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #404040; font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Image credit: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.123rf.com/photo_11556643_lovely-woman-looking-at-mirror-reflection-see-more-images-from-the-same-shoot.html&quot;&gt;blanarum / 123RF Stock Photo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYVW-yQCDKaCDqnpuqJmPBxWfuw2gN3jksR1yVbw9n_p3O57YoCqKqGTHOokvqWBZxKQ5hSgV5gSnT-3deArg66WrKoBj0E3rmJs0iwRvNcwuDV0jtdywUkoWb6Gx7uZ0Ou_c0_kIojqE/s1600/LonelyBlue2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYVW-yQCDKaCDqnpuqJmPBxWfuw2gN3jksR1yVbw9n_p3O57YoCqKqGTHOokvqWBZxKQ5hSgV5gSnT-3deArg66WrKoBj0E3rmJs0iwRvNcwuDV0jtdywUkoWb6Gx7uZ0Ou_c0_kIojqE/s320/LonelyBlue2.jpg&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s been difficult to write about
relationships and my thoughts regarding them for quite some time lately. My
inability to do so&amp;nbsp;wasn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;so much so that I had some sort of writer&#39;s
block. It&#39;s actually quite the opposite. I actually have so much to say or so
much on my mind regarding relationships as a whole. I&#39;ve been&amp;nbsp;boggled down
with my own personal feelings on the matter that, I have not been able to
funnel through it. I just can&#39;t seem to make sense of it all, or where to
begin. Partly being, is that I&#39;m learning to emotionally let go. Holding on to
a certain something or someone has been one of my biggest muse when it comes to
writing about relationships. Letting go of what had been my drug, my main
source of inspiration....my emotional addiction. It was one of the hardest
things I had to do and like with any addiction every new day is an entirely new
struggle. Holding on too long has been a downfall of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;I honestly have to say that there are truly
many&amp;nbsp;depths of love. You can love people for totally different reasons.
However, when love is staring you in the face you truly know it without a
doubt. Love makes you want to give even when there is nothing to gain in
return. At the same time love can sting when it&#39;s not returned in equal or even
a remote measure. While love can be so beautiful it can be equally dismal. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl4Jx03yTRofj-lj4MBXUIOaUgOyqqWMqcpbD9C6T-0jt9f9iDG77u5iMpk0hcbdkx8ht_FX0oXATGP_rV7Tx-sUkA-hchEaJ0olzgxbGdh02vY9k4M2P-nIWA3A_okz-HNmEcR7V1CK8/s449/anya-soulmates_forever.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl4Jx03yTRofj-lj4MBXUIOaUgOyqqWMqcpbD9C6T-0jt9f9iDG77u5iMpk0hcbdkx8ht_FX0oXATGP_rV7Tx-sUkA-hchEaJ0olzgxbGdh02vY9k4M2P-nIWA3A_okz-HNmEcR7V1CK8/s320/anya-soulmates_forever.jpg&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;213&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has this ever happened to you? Where you
ever that&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;HE/SHE&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 11pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;*HE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;pursued you for what you thought was a
relationship when&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;HE&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;was just rebounding with you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;*HE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;said he didn&#39;t want a serious relationship but,&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;HE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;got married six month later.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;*HE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;said&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;HE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;wanted a serious relationship but,&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;HE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;was already married to someone else.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;*HE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;was with you for over a decade, marriage, kids
and all. Yet,&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;HE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;was never fully committed in his
heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;*HE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;never wanted anything really.&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;HE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;was just lonely and simply wanted sex.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;*HE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;couldn&#39;t handle your love due to his own
insecurities and issues.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;*HE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;was almost too good to be true until his dark
secret was revealed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;*HE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;just stop calling....til this day you still
don&#39;t know why.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;*HE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;was abusive, controlling, jealous....just all
kinds of wrong.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;*HE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;loved you &amp;amp;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; her &amp;amp; her too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;*HE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;was too wounded to ever love you or anyone else
for that matter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;*SHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;loved you but, wanted him and her freedom more.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;*SHE&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;didn&#39;t love you&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;only loved the last thing you did for
her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;*SHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;was too self-absorbed to love anyone else.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;*SHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;used you as her rebound only to return back to
him&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;*SHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;said you don&#39;t do it for her anymore.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;*SHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;had too many insecurities about herself that
she couldn&#39;t love anyone else.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;*SHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;pretended to be someone&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;wasn&#39;t then the real&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;showed up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;*&lt;b&gt;SHE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;didn&#39;t know how to relate to&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;HE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;for she lacked positive role models.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;*SHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;no longer met your physical needs. Intimacy
became a chore for&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHE&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;*SHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;woke up one day and decided that motherhood and
marriage was not her deal anymore.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;*SHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;said you wasn&#39;t good enough.&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;True Love...is it real? Does it truly exist?
Imaginably, it is easy to assume that it is just a fantasy or myth. Perhaps it
is merely something that great&amp;nbsp;fairy-tales&amp;nbsp;are made of. If &quot;True Love&quot; is in fact real, does it ever last or does it simply wear off by some specific
time frame? Is it like a momentary phase that is sure to pass and guaranteed to
not linger on? Is it more like a grand&amp;nbsp;facade, a huge deceptive web
filled with deception? A deceptive, delusional spell that disorientates it’s
victims into a distorted reality. Forcing you to wear rose tinted glasses with
a rosy outlook in tow. The tail end result are: gross misconceptions, huge
arguments, horrid break-ups.&amp;nbsp;and bitter divorces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;

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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;This is coming from a person who has
waited for what appears to be centuries for &quot;True Love&quot; that is long lasting,
with a close resemblance to eternity. I have waited for &quot;True Love&quot; to show up
and show out, for &quot;True Love&quot; to show its exquisite and astonishing face. Yet, to
no avail…instead I was met with lack luster&amp;nbsp;imposters&amp;nbsp;who tried to mimic and do
their best at their rendition of what True Lasting Love should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/feeds/2925737583274373981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/2013/04/she-confession-5true-loveabsolute-truth.html#comment-form' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163676118159985154/posts/default/2925737583274373981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163676118159985154/posts/default/2925737583274373981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/2013/04/she-confession-5true-loveabsolute-truth.html' title='SHE Confession #5: True Love...Absolute Truth or Myth'/><author><name>Soleilwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368503880724635895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1qqNKgRIPKWudOkuoNsV9lWRQuT70cfMC3-YaQks_jn8cekhYDhflsMfyrRbjNqlDa1blb2kb21JdSmEHSnDph28HdatUUkt_Sb201bAF086uYw5Tg4zaSj4AP8rcFqA/s113/v.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2nVH7m8EtyDfl5sU_h1CBxPnNq2sUHY9_RX7lpM55y-ujYUUMS95Ne0VnHBat64vAsGM9plIUA2e8u1u4DIRonpCsVbMlrtWDak6xW9u2EWQuw0T2bRy778zDf8dQEmc3cSntgVAiU70/s72-c/MC900436244.PNG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163676118159985154.post-3657657580647691199</id><published>2012-03-15T16:17:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2013-10-31T18:32:23.796-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="confessions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="couples"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="courting"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating advice"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lessons"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="male perspective"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="men"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship issues"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="truth"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="women"/><title type='text'>HE Confession #2: What SHE Needs to Realize</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Umm3sdM8NnhdOwhGRqfJncooMa-nQwoM98TeVo719q0A-vW-fDh3aaiH7CoXv5FQPM0BwEcb2H5R9MwbiylG6T0PN2YEQ-FCaH5m5ttNWXJz5DwP7Be0EDurNjfTCCA_wYJPWm4j6A4/s1600/MP900443703.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720228645183554498&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Umm3sdM8NnhdOwhGRqfJncooMa-nQwoM98TeVo719q0A-vW-fDh3aaiH7CoXv5FQPM0BwEcb2H5R9MwbiylG6T0PN2YEQ-FCaH5m5ttNWXJz5DwP7Be0EDurNjfTCCA_wYJPWm4j6A4/s200/MP900443703.JPG&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 133px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 200px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;I was recently invited to join this fascinating group on Facebook called &quot;Honest Announcements&quot;. This group is described as a forum for grown, mature members who want to share their life &lt;/span&gt;experiences&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt; with others. The topics we often touch on are about love, relationships and oh yes, sex! The moderator states that the average age group is over 30 so therefore the topics are best described as &lt;/span&gt;insightful&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;, thought provoking and brutally honest. I have to say it has definitely been all of the before mentioned. While perusing  through I found a &quot;HE&quot; perspective I &lt;/span&gt;thought I&#39;d share.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;WRITTEN BY A GUY&lt;/u&gt; :&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Girls need to realize: We guys don&#39;t care if you talk to other guys. We don&#39;t care if you&#39;re friends with other guys. But when you&#39;re sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it makes us mad. It doesn&#39;t help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we&#39;re still there. We don&#39;t care if a guy calls;OR TEXT you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned. Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. That it can&#39;t wait till the morning. Also, when we tell you you&#39;re pretty/ beautiful/gorgeous/cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it. Don&#39;t tell us we&#39;re wrong. We&#39;ll stop trying to convince you. The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence. Yeah, you can quote me. Don&#39;t be mad when we hold the door open. Take Advantage of the mood I&#39;m in. Let us pay for you! don&#39;t &#39;feel bad&#39; We enjoy doing it. It&#39;s expected. Smile and say &#39;thank you. Kiss us when no one&#39;s watching. If you kiss us when you know somebody&#39;s looking, we&#39;ll be more impressed. You don&#39;t have to get dressed up for us. If we&#39;re going out with you in the first place, you don&#39;t have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own. We like you for who you are and not what you are. Honestly, i think a girl looks more beautiful when she&#39;s just in her pj&#39;s. or my t-shirt and boxers, not all dolled up. Don&#39;t take everything we say seriously. Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it. Don&#39;t get angry easily. Stop using magazines/media as your bible. Don&#39;t talk about how hot Chris Brown, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us. It&#39;s boring, and we don&#39;t care. You have girlfriends for that. Whatever happened to the word &#39;handsome&#39;/&#39;beautiful&#39; i&#39;d be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me with &#39;Hey handsome!&#39; instead of &#39;Hey baby/ stud/cutie/sexy&#39; or whatever else you can think of. On the other hand I&#39;m not sayin I wouldn&#39;t like it ether. Girls, I cannot stress this enough: if you aren&#39;t being treated right by a guy, don&#39;t wait for him to change! Ditch his sorry butt, disgrace to the male population and find someone who will treat you with utter respect Someone who will honor your morals. Someone who will make you smile when you&#39;re at your lowest. Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes. Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel. Someone who will stop what they&#39;re doing just to look you in the eyes and say &#39;i love you&#39; and actually mean it. Give the nice guys a chance. Guys re-post this if you agree. Girls re-post this if you think it&#39;s cute.. Every Guy who isn&#39;t a jerk will agree with this, so we hope that all the girls that read this will re-post this. Life is too short to complain about everything that comes your way so stop and smell the roses in life because you might never have another time to take it, so take your time because they are all different in every way, so take chances in life, if it doesn&#39;t work out then fine, there are always more roses to smell.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/feeds/3657657580647691199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/2012/03/he-confession-2-what-she-needs-to.html#comment-form' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163676118159985154/posts/default/3657657580647691199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163676118159985154/posts/default/3657657580647691199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/2012/03/he-confession-2-what-she-needs-to.html' title='HE Confession #2: What SHE Needs to Realize'/><author><name>Soleilwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368503880724635895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1qqNKgRIPKWudOkuoNsV9lWRQuT70cfMC3-YaQks_jn8cekhYDhflsMfyrRbjNqlDa1blb2kb21JdSmEHSnDph28HdatUUkt_Sb201bAF086uYw5Tg4zaSj4AP8rcFqA/s113/v.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Umm3sdM8NnhdOwhGRqfJncooMa-nQwoM98TeVo719q0A-vW-fDh3aaiH7CoXv5FQPM0BwEcb2H5R9MwbiylG6T0PN2YEQ-FCaH5m5ttNWXJz5DwP7Be0EDurNjfTCCA_wYJPWm4j6A4/s72-c/MP900443703.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163676118159985154.post-5775137358732428599</id><published>2012-03-06T05:56:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2015-08-09T17:23:49.768-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="commitment issues"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="confessions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="he&#39;s just not that into you"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="healing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heartbroken"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hope"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship limbo"/><title type='text'>SHE Confession #4: Wanted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5i3T2DfhyiD7aYEaxM_XOUtjVFv-FKnx7xb_NaKRgoaQdm89TQmoNvrL0gqkwWxz0dwDReS4_Rpl3aqZthEXfTi6Q_gwYJjQ6xTLc1x61m1kxuIJ7aaMGHD06BL2j7N7AzEdcom51Vv4/s1600/wanted.jpg&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716773086810745074&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5i3T2DfhyiD7aYEaxM_XOUtjVFv-FKnx7xb_NaKRgoaQdm89TQmoNvrL0gqkwWxz0dwDReS4_Rpl3aqZthEXfTi6Q_gwYJjQ6xTLc1x61m1kxuIJ7aaMGHD06BL2j7N7AzEdcom51Vv4/s200/wanted.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 132px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 200px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: -webkit-auto;&quot;&gt;Bursting with love for him but, all the yet void. Ready to love him while hopefully awaiting his reciprocity, yet empty I remain. Waiting for him to show up and be present but, alone I stand. Wanted to see him one last time to say goodbye, as if it would matter. Instead I choose to remain silent for a different outcome is not destined. Wanted to make love to him one last time so I would cherish that memory along with the many other precious times we have shared. Wanted to make love to him again so I could tell myself it was more than a &quot;on to the next one&quot; type fling. Wanted to be special to him, to be different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: -webkit-auto;&quot;&gt;Wanted him to love me, be that &quot;ONE&quot; HE couldn&#39;t be without. Wanted to keep holding on and keep praying HE&#39;d love me and want me one day. Wanted to stop wondering if everything I was feeling was just some &lt;i&gt;ish&lt;/i&gt; in my head. Wanted to accept whatever HE was willing to give, on his terms, just to be in his grace. Wanted to try and accept the friendship HE was only willing to extend but, my heart wouldn&#39;t comfortably let me. Wanted to forget him but, all I continually did and still do is compare him to every other inadequate him. Feeling drained and running on empty because I know my love for him has no merit. Wanted to say or do more than I have already said or done with hopes of a different outcome. Instead, no final words spoken or needed cause with time the definitive nature of it all will still be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/feeds/5775137358732428599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/2012/03/she-confession-4-wanted.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163676118159985154/posts/default/5775137358732428599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163676118159985154/posts/default/5775137358732428599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/2012/03/she-confession-4-wanted.html' title='SHE Confession #4: Wanted...'/><author><name>Soleilwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368503880724635895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1qqNKgRIPKWudOkuoNsV9lWRQuT70cfMC3-YaQks_jn8cekhYDhflsMfyrRbjNqlDa1blb2kb21JdSmEHSnDph28HdatUUkt_Sb201bAF086uYw5Tg4zaSj4AP8rcFqA/s113/v.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5i3T2DfhyiD7aYEaxM_XOUtjVFv-FKnx7xb_NaKRgoaQdm89TQmoNvrL0gqkwWxz0dwDReS4_Rpl3aqZthEXfTi6Q_gwYJjQ6xTLc1x61m1kxuIJ7aaMGHD06BL2j7N7AzEdcom51Vv4/s72-c/wanted.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163676118159985154.post-8974522344088154090</id><published>2012-03-05T15:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2015-08-09T18:20:42.363-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="confessions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="male perspective"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="men"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romantic bliss"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="soul mate"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="soulmate"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="truth"/><title type='text'>HE Confession #1:When a Man Is In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfShM6cPAHBw4L5Tu7zE08WtJwN2f2MYnpA4d3O2Ed1w-CfMy9MtvPFrNBIPoY4QGAe6oIDBMefNae85DTjrknt3iSN0HeTVMZklMgHBqWwwwau8hqXlu88Vcgac47JSoGLJ6PoUeanzU/s1600/manl.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716516547086273682&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfShM6cPAHBw4L5Tu7zE08WtJwN2f2MYnpA4d3O2Ed1w-CfMy9MtvPFrNBIPoY4QGAe6oIDBMefNae85DTjrknt3iSN0HeTVMZklMgHBqWwwwau8hqXlu88Vcgac47JSoGLJ6PoUeanzU/s200/manl.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 103px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Love can be fun, great, or make you hurt
profusely, but love is a term that used too loosely. When does a man know he&#39;s
in love? Is it in his silence of her or the things he speaks of? A man knows
he&#39;s in love without a shadow of a doubt when he&#39;s away from her and he can&#39;t
be without. Without the warmth of her body, the sound of her voice, that leaves
him in a trance. If she was a mountain of love he would be satisfied with a
stone of romance. A man knows he&#39;s in love when it&#39;s not all about money,
games, and fun. It&#39;s when he realizes he has a Jet Li and she is the ONE.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Garamond&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN9rGuDwAnqbsKKk8bCSe0Kqb6IXrmK-yiZjjadIco3vDwNgWQFQmmQ2geSjY4893R50ODoIU6bA-isMZRk1sxc5Q6DIBBE96T1Pm-JvTLDibT8ZWctTAq0s7pfhuHbHiKV0-GDjtL0zY/s1600/dopamine.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN9rGuDwAnqbsKKk8bCSe0Kqb6IXrmK-yiZjjadIco3vDwNgWQFQmmQ2geSjY4893R50ODoIU6bA-isMZRk1sxc5Q6DIBBE96T1Pm-JvTLDibT8ZWctTAq0s7pfhuHbHiKV0-GDjtL0zY/s200/dopamine.jpg&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715199316405594210&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 195px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 200px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;I came across an&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;interesting blog post by a popular Atlanta Gossip Blogger by
the name of Sandra Rose. I don&#39;t always agree with Sandra or what she has to
say but, I admire her for having the guts to say or express what she feels. In
that respect, many of us could take a page from her book because we all know
how keeping stuff in is such a killer.....I will address that in another
post...focus, focus!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Anyways, this particular post caught my attention because
it&#39;s one of those post that although familiar information, it causes bells to
go off or better yet an epiphany to occur. In this piece Sandra addresses how
many of us who may feel we are living a drug free life may be shocked to
realize just how far from reality that is. Many of us have a natural drug
addiction and we don&#39;t even realize it. If you think you might fit the bill&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sandrarose.com/2012/03/love-vs-dopamine-lust-for-love/#more-56016&quot;&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Garamond, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;.....seeking possible rehab options as you read on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/feeds/5463972258593287258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/2012/03/are-you-struggling-with-natural.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163676118159985154/posts/default/5463972258593287258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163676118159985154/posts/default/5463972258593287258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/2012/03/are-you-struggling-with-natural.html' title='Are You Struggling with a Natural Addiction?'/><author><name>Soleilwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368503880724635895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1qqNKgRIPKWudOkuoNsV9lWRQuT70cfMC3-YaQks_jn8cekhYDhflsMfyrRbjNqlDa1blb2kb21JdSmEHSnDph28HdatUUkt_Sb201bAF086uYw5Tg4zaSj4AP8rcFqA/s113/v.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN9rGuDwAnqbsKKk8bCSe0Kqb6IXrmK-yiZjjadIco3vDwNgWQFQmmQ2geSjY4893R50ODoIU6bA-isMZRk1sxc5Q6DIBBE96T1Pm-JvTLDibT8ZWctTAq0s7pfhuHbHiKV0-GDjtL0zY/s72-c/dopamine.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163676118159985154.post-1984307973641821834</id><published>2012-02-14T05:57:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T07:35:59.072-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="confessions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="couples"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="courting"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romance"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="romantic bliss"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="truth"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Valentine&#39;s"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Valentine&#39;s Day"/><title type='text'>SHE Confession #3: Valentine&#39;s Day...Not So Much!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifAPKeO6plUjt-KAsztypy8dVDrVNm-qTDbZLFoAg57v9cwfaYO6KUHKXplbkakjloBWht_phGpgvTlkQWTHm15wKr3KoumSL7Xf89hANgQlCl9SJkpBt0FD5t-SZ4fa6ncR7RvQU9oQA/s1600/MP900313819.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifAPKeO6plUjt-KAsztypy8dVDrVNm-qTDbZLFoAg57v9cwfaYO6KUHKXplbkakjloBWht_phGpgvTlkQWTHm15wKr3KoumSL7Xf89hANgQlCl9SJkpBt0FD5t-SZ4fa6ncR7RvQU9oQA/s200/MP900313819.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708960645248091154&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well it&#39;s Valentine&#39;s Day again and I don&#39;t have a Valentine. Part of me is okay with that and part of me is a tad bit....I don&#39;t know. I don&#39;t know because, having or not having a Valentine to me is not that big of a deal. It is actually what not having one signifies that gets me a bit. The reality that I don&#39;t have someone to love and someone to equally love me back.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I&#39;m in the middle on this whole Valentine&#39;s thing. A part of me dislikes the fact that a vast majority of us run around on one day a year only and make a big deal about lust, romance and love. We go through great measures just to show a person one day a year that we care about them. How corny is that! I&#39;m just saying, really.... If you truly have these enormous feelings for them why does one have to fall victim to commercialism and show love on one day because everyone else is doing so? Doesn&#39;t it demean the whole idea?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don&#39;t get me wrong since I&#39;m all for the &quot;Love Movement&quot; and better relations between men and women, anything that promotes love I co-sign. I&#39;m not some Valentine Scrooge just because I&#39;m Valentineless. I just want to know what&#39;s up with showing your love, care or concern daily? If someone has my heart, HE does not have to wait until &quot;V&quot;day to know I care. HE will have numerous love letters, emails, text and simple daily acts of love from me to show for it. &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(17, 17, 17); font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; &quot;&gt;&quot;Why wait for tomorrow, with what you could do today?&quot; &lt;/span&gt;For tomorrow is not promised or guaranteed. You may never have the opportunity to do it again, say it again or be with that person again. Cherish each moment as though it were your last. Don&#39;t fall in sync and do what&#39;s expected for one day and then go back to whatever it was you weren&#39;t doing before....and no I&#39;m not amped because I&#39;m Valentineless.....yes, I made up a word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, while I&#39;m just saying...SHEs if you are going to celebrate Valentine&#39;s Day then understand that it is a two-way street. It is not another &quot;SHE&quot; holiday quite to the contrary popular belief. If you are expecting and hoping to receive thoughtful gifts, plans or gestures then I would hope you would represent the SHEs well and have the very same itinerary on deck.  Happy Valentine&#39;s Day to all my SHEs and HEs. May you have all the love your heart desires. May you have love all year through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/feeds/1984307973641821834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/2012/02/she-confession-3-valentines-daynot-so.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163676118159985154/posts/default/1984307973641821834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163676118159985154/posts/default/1984307973641821834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/2012/02/she-confession-3-valentines-daynot-so.html' title='SHE Confession #3: Valentine&#39;s Day...Not So Much!'/><author><name>Soleilwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368503880724635895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1qqNKgRIPKWudOkuoNsV9lWRQuT70cfMC3-YaQks_jn8cekhYDhflsMfyrRbjNqlDa1blb2kb21JdSmEHSnDph28HdatUUkt_Sb201bAF086uYw5Tg4zaSj4AP8rcFqA/s113/v.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifAPKeO6plUjt-KAsztypy8dVDrVNm-qTDbZLFoAg57v9cwfaYO6KUHKXplbkakjloBWht_phGpgvTlkQWTHm15wKr3KoumSL7Xf89hANgQlCl9SJkpBt0FD5t-SZ4fa6ncR7RvQU9oQA/s72-c/MP900313819.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163676118159985154.post-6171896184438976125</id><published>2012-02-01T17:41:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T16:57:37.369-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="courting"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating advice"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="online dating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><title type='text'>Dating 101- The True Waiting Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPqmhCJQGYQHR7LqXwPWacCmzkmLzTRHqtn1ZQZaAz2duALS3Yq0qh9k8jiT5pSAXWNmWp_rzzpl-D_6u7ary4v4YsOUqmcQZvkH2wXCEY_21DopgByMwTUDV24a8uZjrzSnZLJOcS7vk/s1600/MP900444109.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPqmhCJQGYQHR7LqXwPWacCmzkmLzTRHqtn1ZQZaAz2duALS3Yq0qh9k8jiT5pSAXWNmWp_rzzpl-D_6u7ary4v4YsOUqmcQZvkH2wXCEY_21DopgByMwTUDV24a8uZjrzSnZLJOcS7vk/s200/MP900444109.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705912023339841074&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is often said you should not look for someone. You should let that someone find you. Well if everyone believed in that concept then how would anyone ever find anyone if everyone is just hoping the &quot;ONE&quot; is going to randomly show up? Is this person suppose to show up like some cool breeze on a hot summer night?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean really......If that were true why is there so much information geared towards meeting someone out there? Like how to do this or how to that tips/tricks and self help information on finding the &quot;ONE&quot;? Why do services like speed dating, online dating, social meet-ups and other grand schemes to help people connect with each other exist if the &quot;ONE&quot; is supposed to simply find you?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you finally do meet someone that is only half the battle. Then comes more questions and uncertainties. Do you give them your number first? Do you ask for theirs? Should you wait for them to ask you for yours or should you just exchange numbers? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.......Once you have miraculously figured that out, what should you do next? Based on who has whose number, do you wait for them to call or let them do all the calling so that you can; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a.) see just how much they like or are interested in you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b.) not come off as a stalker or overly eager type&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c.) play it cool and just let nature take it&#39;s course (whatever that means)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew! Now that you have made it past all those what ifs and you now have figured out you might be the one to initiate the first call, do you call right away or is there an official waiting (let me not look too desperate) period? Is there a daily or weekly limit on the frequency of calls that one can make? Whose responsibility is it again to maintain the communication  between two people, so that both parties know that they are both interested and excited without appearing like they are doing too much? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone seems to have different approaches or techniques on how things should be done or developed. Some honestly believe that these set systems they have in place actually work for them. I think not!! If that were the case half these people would be all set in the relationship department. I would love to get the answers to my many questions. Perhaps there is an unspoken dating manual out there that I&#39;m just not aware of. I&#39;m interested and curious to know what are some of the different dating rules that you have in place and what works for you when meeting someone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/feeds/6171896184438976125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/2012/02/dating-101-true-waiting-game.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163676118159985154/posts/default/6171896184438976125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163676118159985154/posts/default/6171896184438976125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/2012/02/dating-101-true-waiting-game.html' title='Dating 101- The True Waiting Game'/><author><name>Soleilwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368503880724635895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1qqNKgRIPKWudOkuoNsV9lWRQuT70cfMC3-YaQks_jn8cekhYDhflsMfyrRbjNqlDa1blb2kb21JdSmEHSnDph28HdatUUkt_Sb201bAF086uYw5Tg4zaSj4AP8rcFqA/s113/v.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPqmhCJQGYQHR7LqXwPWacCmzkmLzTRHqtn1ZQZaAz2duALS3Yq0qh9k8jiT5pSAXWNmWp_rzzpl-D_6u7ary4v4YsOUqmcQZvkH2wXCEY_21DopgByMwTUDV24a8uZjrzSnZLJOcS7vk/s72-c/MP900444109.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163676118159985154.post-2096465531226836822</id><published>2012-01-18T01:52:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2015-08-09T22:45:35.085-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="confessions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating advice"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="facebook"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="he&#39;s just not that into you"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lessons"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moving on"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="twitter"/><title type='text'>SHE Confession #2: Another Missed Connection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;So I recently met someone. I was ecstatic initially because he appeared to have a vast majority of the qualities that my &quot;Mr Right For Me&quot; was supposed to have. I felt all the bells and whistles go off so I felt like making a public announcement &quot;SHE may have found a man at last!&quot; But....just before I could approve this message, update my relationship status on Facebook or tweet to my followers, I immediately realized this notion was short lived...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;When it comes to attraction, surely there is an abundance of eye candy to satisfy ones satiable cravings if need be. However, how rare is it to come across the &quot;ONE&quot; that actually moves you? I&#39;m not just talking about lust here. I&#39;m talking about the kind of person that speaks to your inner spirit, at least that is what I thought. Trust me, it takes a special/unique person to reach or tap into that inner abyss. That inner abyss, that I call my inner spirit might have been off, hallucinating or something because I really thought I was picking up on some serious vibes from HE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;In actuality I was not. I was just running full speed on my emotions and need to fulfill a void I so desire. Well, thank goodness for friends who know you well and can help you reality check yourself from time to time when your sensors are completely off. Anyways, after sharing my situation with two of my closest SHEs, I got instant clarity and had the biggest epiphany! Everything that was being exchanged between HE  and I was one sided. There is no mystery here in trying to figure out which side it was that was doing the most exchanges. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;You see both my SHE friends help me see that I was carrying feelings from my last attempt at a pseudo relationship into the present situation, needless to say it wasn&#39;t cute. So, as an end result I had to do some reflecting, be honest with that SHE in the mirror. I had to see things for what they really are, a one way street headed to nowhere. I had to cut my losses while the getting was good or before the getting got too good, so to speak.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Do I still think of HE at times? Yes. Do I still hope sometimes that HE will see the effervescent light and come around? Yes. However, what I&#39;m no longer doing is being the Gigi character from the movie (He&#39;s Not That Into You) waiting for HE to call or hoping to run into HE. I&#39;m not sitting amongst other SHEs trying to over analyze why HE did this, why HE didn&#39;t do that or the worst, make excuses for things in an attempt to make oneself feel better. I will adapt one thing from the Gigi character, never to give up on finding love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Pivotal scene from He&#39;s Not That Into You:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Alex:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;Then, wh...why would you do this? [He&#39;s upset and rubs his head.] Oh, sh|t. Why do women do this? Why do they build this stuff up in their minds, take each little thing a guy does and, and, and then twist it into something else...? It&#39;s insane!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;[He walks away.]&lt;i&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[There&#39;s a long silence between them.]&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Gigi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I&#39;d rather be like
that than be like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Alex:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;[He walks back to talk to her.]&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;Gigi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;[She stands up and turns to face him.]&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I may dissect each little thing and put myself
out there too much but...at least that means I still care. And, oh, you think
you&#39;ve won because women are...are expendable to you? And you may not get...get
hurt or make an ass of yourself that way, but you don&#39;t fall in love that way,
either. You have not won; you&#39;re alone, Alex!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt; [She
grabs her coat and storms to the door, starting to cry.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;I may do a lot of stupid sh|t but I know I&#39;m a
lot closer to finding someone than you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;[She leaves briskly
leaving Alex alone.]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/feeds/2096465531226836822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/2012/01/she-confession-2-another-missed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163676118159985154/posts/default/2096465531226836822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163676118159985154/posts/default/2096465531226836822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/2012/01/she-confession-2-another-missed.html' title='SHE Confession #2: Another Missed Connection'/><author><name>Soleilwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368503880724635895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1qqNKgRIPKWudOkuoNsV9lWRQuT70cfMC3-YaQks_jn8cekhYDhflsMfyrRbjNqlDa1blb2kb21JdSmEHSnDph28HdatUUkt_Sb201bAF086uYw5Tg4zaSj4AP8rcFqA/s113/v.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6bAuyFjV2RwzLA3IENAndaBAGKHAlbTbcbU3TtrsVw5MhrZZwfISC6eNuGQNK6PmLS08og714_LBu812lSeyT5T0sPB26Ac53mEuVtLm5K-B1g4PcgyihJmsjhPvCFpemXs0p3vwalpY/s72-c/MP900386063.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163676118159985154.post-348964435587576894</id><published>2012-01-16T16:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2014-08-15T20:07:11.338-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="break-ups"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="commitment issues"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="confessions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="getting over ex"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="he&#39;s just not that into you"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="healing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heartbreak"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heartbroken"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moving on"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="truth"/><title type='text'>Break-Ups and the Unknown.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkyGhBt0AzYAJjlxq0G70MeAS4n5XJJn3bEbTfmFJUqryT7feRCVn-vANwTqFR_BPxj0Z_MLEW6coa_CSTr8dlOLU8_fNk2qV6fl3lEuF0TecsszfXMUTjzfM_olQr7A-5XZMb5yAiutc/s1600/Wotwentwrong.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkyGhBt0AzYAJjlxq0G70MeAS4n5XJJn3bEbTfmFJUqryT7feRCVn-vANwTqFR_BPxj0Z_MLEW6coa_CSTr8dlOLU8_fNk2qV6fl3lEuF0TecsszfXMUTjzfM_olQr7A-5XZMb5yAiutc/s1600/Wotwentwrong.jpg&quot; height=&quot;134&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ever  dated or had a relationship with someone and as far as you knew things were going great. Then, out of nowhere everything came to a screeching halt? Things just ended abruptly without any explanation whatsoever and it left you wondering what happened. Did it ever leave you with a dozen of unanswered questions? Questions, that left you wondering until this very day as to what went wrong? Well, there is now a site that can help answer all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;
This interesting fairly new concept is called &lt;a href=&quot;http://wotwentwrong.com/&quot;&gt;&quot;Wot Went Wrong&quot;&lt;/a&gt;. It&#39;s a site geared towards helping people get the feedback and finality that they always wanted. &lt;span style=&quot;text-align: -webkit-auto;&quot;&gt;Here you can fill out a simple five step process and Viola! You are well on your way to getting the closure you so needed and it will finally allow you to move on with your life. See for yourself and feel free to let us know how it helped you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: -webkit-auto;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;***Update*** Although it may have been a great concept, this site appears to no longer be in operation. I guess it may have been difficult to get the side of the let down to fess up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/feeds/348964435587576894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/2012/02/break-ups-and-unknown.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163676118159985154/posts/default/348964435587576894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163676118159985154/posts/default/348964435587576894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/2012/02/break-ups-and-unknown.html' title='Break-Ups and the Unknown.....'/><author><name>Soleilwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368503880724635895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1qqNKgRIPKWudOkuoNsV9lWRQuT70cfMC3-YaQks_jn8cekhYDhflsMfyrRbjNqlDa1blb2kb21JdSmEHSnDph28HdatUUkt_Sb201bAF086uYw5Tg4zaSj4AP8rcFqA/s113/v.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkyGhBt0AzYAJjlxq0G70MeAS4n5XJJn3bEbTfmFJUqryT7feRCVn-vANwTqFR_BPxj0Z_MLEW6coa_CSTr8dlOLU8_fNk2qV6fl3lEuF0TecsszfXMUTjzfM_olQr7A-5XZMb5yAiutc/s72-c/Wotwentwrong.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163676118159985154.post-5472623206609307895</id><published>2012-01-02T02:13:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2014-08-15T20:03:37.874-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="advice"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="confessions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="courting"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dating advice"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="deception"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="infidelity"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="online dating"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Plenty of Fish"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="POF"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship issues"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship limbo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="social networking"/><title type='text'>SHE Confession #1: Online Dating on POF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikJDVCdABMBpDpXOkMX2xyK-_Ayh2AWzZuAz1XGU0_Fw-sjI8rLrrwcgNCxy5FiPdN-Rgy8wNFDSTvqOzXUc_7XpvhxVJulmv_f_gRorkJpbbP8Tek43GGtPNkp7C8khnSxMCuD7GGa9U/s1600/MP900387539.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikJDVCdABMBpDpXOkMX2xyK-_Ayh2AWzZuAz1XGU0_Fw-sjI8rLrrwcgNCxy5FiPdN-Rgy8wNFDSTvqOzXUc_7XpvhxVJulmv_f_gRorkJpbbP8Tek43GGtPNkp7C8khnSxMCuD7GGa9U/s200/MP900387539.JPG&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704396152419347810&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 142px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 200px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;I was asked by one of my fishy suitors what my process was for selecting a catch on the POF (Plenty of Fish) dating site was and it left me to thinking about whether or not I even had a process. I actually never thought or looked at it as a process before but, I guess I had in fact had one. Perhaps I can share with you all what my methodology was. You see generally when I get an inbox message. I would first look at the profile pics to determine if there is an attraction or any subtle or overt hints of insanity present :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;(I know it was a tad bit shallow and perhaps overly cautious, forgive me). Then I moved down to look at the basic descriptors and read what he had written on the profile. If his profile spoke to me (a vibe thing) or something about him sparked my interest I responded. Initially I tried to be polite and respond to everyone at first with a customer service type mentality then I had to quickly realize that this was a dating site and not a place of business lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Out of the many fishy suitors I was engulfed by, I had only reached out to maybe two men myself and although they had responded with what seem to be some sort of interest, I think the fact that I initiated the contact made them feel like a fish out of water or like the ball was in their court so to speak. Granted, I never said I wanted to play ball or any games for that matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Online dating can be easily considered the drive-thru of the dating world. It comes with it&#39;s advantages as well as it&#39;s disadvantages. I read where someone said that online dating is a lot more difficult than they had originally thought. I have to agree. The reason being was no one was really focusing on one person. You see in the online arena your odds of finding the right one should increase based on the amount of choices at your disposal right? However, the more eye candy you have dangling in front of you the less chances you have of focusing on one person thus decreasing your chances or the odds of finding a potential mate. With all the distraction going on, your true mate/match could be slipping away unnoticed. It&#39;s truly the case of spending too much time getting carried away with the false sense of options that can sometimes slip you by and you end up with nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;So would I recommend online dating? Yes. Is it for everyone? No. Everyone that joins a dating site is not always some desperate person or some perv with major issues that they&#39;re hiding. Just know that everyone is not really who they represent themselves to be. However, you can actually meet some great people. The experience can be a combination of discouraging and yet addictive at the same time. More could be said about this fishing adventure but, I will leave that for another confession. I must say, in my two month trial period on POF I realized the &quot;ONE&quot; for me was not among these school of fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/feeds/5472623206609307895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/2012/01/she-confession-1-online-dating-on-pof.html#comment-form' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163676118159985154/posts/default/5472623206609307895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9163676118159985154/posts/default/5472623206609307895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheversushe.blogspot.com/2012/01/she-confession-1-online-dating-on-pof.html' title='SHE Confession #1: Online Dating on POF'/><author><name>Soleilwriter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01368503880724635895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1qqNKgRIPKWudOkuoNsV9lWRQuT70cfMC3-YaQks_jn8cekhYDhflsMfyrRbjNqlDa1blb2kb21JdSmEHSnDph28HdatUUkt_Sb201bAF086uYw5Tg4zaSj4AP8rcFqA/s113/v.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikJDVCdABMBpDpXOkMX2xyK-_Ayh2AWzZuAz1XGU0_Fw-sjI8rLrrwcgNCxy5FiPdN-Rgy8wNFDSTvqOzXUc_7XpvhxVJulmv_f_gRorkJpbbP8Tek43GGtPNkp7C8khnSxMCuD7GGa9U/s72-c/MP900387539.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163676118159985154.post-8597575680891766231</id><published>2012-01-01T00:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2015-08-09T22:56:23.529-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2012"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="battle of the sexes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="commitment issues"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="couples"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Happy New Year"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationship issues"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the game"/><title type='text'>Love in 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;As I take a look back at the past year, I observed some trends regarding relationships between men and women. Things, I have noticed in the relationships of others as well as my own. I have been observing, interviewing and analyzing a few things about men and women when it comes to dating and relationships. It appeared to me that, the relations between men and women have reached an alarming state. No matter how I try to optimistically view things, I kept coming back to the same disappointing reality. The reality that the more you put your feelings on the line for someone or the minute you happen to show you have an ounce of care or concern regarding the other person you might as well consider that the death of the relationship that never was. What is it? Are we afraid of real love. Are we looking at love or a relationship as some sort of big bad monster or the Bogey Man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Don&#39;t get me wrong, there is still a rare breed of She/Hes who still respond to actual positive interactions and affection. There are still a few of us out there that still respond to daily forms of affection or communication. There are even some who don&#39;t immediately perceive such frequent communication or affection as borderline stalking and start running for the hills. With all the communication vices at our finger tips, it just seems to appear that we are becoming more detached and distant from one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;In 2012 I challenge each of you to do better in communicating with SHE/HE. I challenge you to be upfront and sincere about who you are and what you want out of your relationships, whether it be a casual one or a serious one. I challenge you to be clear and concise and leave the mixed smoke signals in 2011 where they belong along with the years before it. Remember, your interactions with others can be complicated or it can be simplistic. The energy you put into it is the energy and karma you get back and that is truly the bottom line. So if you move with love, light and positivity, the odds of you getting that in return are far greater than if you move with calculated, dark and negative intentions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s real simple, be what you hope for. It really does begin with you. If you didn&#39;t get the outcome you were anticipating then it&#39;s okay. It just means that the situation is not for you or it&#39;s not the right time. Let&#39;s do our part individually while working collectively to have better relations in 2012. If it didn&#39;t work for you in 2011, let it go. If it didn&#39;t yield the results or the returns you hoped for, let it go and with no bitterness and regrets either. Release and let the love in. May we have all the love and blessings that our hearts desire in 2012 and the following years to come. Happy New Year Everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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