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Your Father?"/><category term="Who eats bugs......"/><category term="Who murdered William &quot;Billy&quot; Miller"/><category term="Wierdo Insane Human-itarian"/><category term="Wisconsin Pageant 2008"/><category term="Wisconsins concealed weapon"/><category term="Witches wort and burning skin...."/><category term="Yellow Vitamin D"/><category term="You are a deserving person....."/><category term="You are somebody this year"/><category term="You know your a RedNeck when....."/><category term="You must jump out of the circle of abuse"/><category term="You spared me once more.."/><category term="Your Father was a Strong Man"/><category term="a bgegonia is a wolf in sheeps petals"/><category term="a moon to share....."/><category term="a pile of skeletons..."/><category term="a pink one and a black one...."/><category term="a weiner in your pants....."/><category term="abortion or life"/><category term="aint nothin goin on at the cemetery"/><category term="aint&#39; nothin&#39; happy 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href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQzwN0pngSEvHCRTYpd_S_IyVWyvHQjgVrLWYAzuhlrNSfLM23Rl3xr1L0Yp8G51YcLgrTmNa5tIUqdfyo6Xjng4bCyr-iDG3Gfd3VP8Qd61HzuLgX9pi5OUy5dBz3umtON4piY9qJX2RzjsBoZ3PHPaDL4IvRHL7gYopxZSdfEqr9azY-MPQ16p5drL8/s1392/ChatGPT%20Image%20Jun%202,%202026,%2004_32_35%20PM.png&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1130&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1392&quot; height=&quot;260&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQzwN0pngSEvHCRTYpd_S_IyVWyvHQjgVrLWYAzuhlrNSfLM23Rl3xr1L0Yp8G51YcLgrTmNa5tIUqdfyo6Xjng4bCyr-iDG3Gfd3VP8Qd61HzuLgX9pi5OUy5dBz3umtON4piY9qJX2RzjsBoZ3PHPaDL4IvRHL7gYopxZSdfEqr9azY-MPQ16p5drL8/s320/ChatGPT%20Image%20Jun%202,%202026,%2004_32_35%20PM.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The other day my precious granddaughter Kennede got engaged. I saw the photo of her showing her best friend her ring. The smiles, the excitement, the future all stretched out in front of her. Then I found another photo. A little blonde girl sitting beside me, grinning at the camera. The strange thing is, in my mind those two pictures were taken about six months apart. Reality insists it was much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don&#39;t know where the years went. One minute I was rocking a tiny newborn to sleep. Then tying ponytails, buying Christmas presents, baking cookies, playing dress up, wiping tears due to a skinned knee. swimming in Nana&#39;s pool, and always wondering if they&#39;ll ever pick up their toys.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next minute its Prom pictures, drivers tests, a first car, college, finding a good job, and then... bingo... they&#39;re picking wedding colors and talking about forever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjIWnpZAmyOL6VgFiP4RTIooBEDWMuRqQHeBWWMWdAyny4mIw_u2hC0iFL_QLjMDQYIojdxuDnEfWSrDNIePeAt7ow4fSsOlN7uvTpmxHpUhoTrbkLD3EYst5mBb_DlJwkGTj8F5z5nHVassI4JzoGKkLEJly7gXsjRcbwk6HUQ4IOpDIbKOrkJ61hF0E/s1330/ChatGPT%20Image%20Jun%202,%202026,%2004_34_33%20PM.png&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1183&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1330&quot; height=&quot;285&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjIWnpZAmyOL6VgFiP4RTIooBEDWMuRqQHeBWWMWdAyny4mIw_u2hC0iFL_QLjMDQYIojdxuDnEfWSrDNIePeAt7ow4fSsOlN7uvTpmxHpUhoTrbkLD3EYst5mBb_DlJwkGTj8F5z5nHVassI4JzoGKkLEJly7gXsjRcbwk6HUQ4IOpDIbKOrkJ61hF0E/s320/ChatGPT%20Image%20Jun%202,%202026,%2004_34_33%20PM.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;People always tell you to enjoy every moment because children grow up fast. I never believed them. Turns out they were right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Congratulations, Kennede. May your future be filled with laughter, friendship, and the kind of love that still makes you smile years from now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And if you ever have children of your own, don&#39;t blink. Trust me on that one.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you forever, Nana D.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/feeds/4683158878784613504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/06/the-space-between-time-by-julianna-rowe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/4683158878784613504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/4683158878784613504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/06/the-space-between-time-by-julianna-rowe.html' title='The Space Between Time..... by Julianna Rowe   '/><author><name>Julianna Rowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555289943899585382</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/AVvXsEgZIx1L8oGbk5aY3aecRmiYOPtNmLWrmapEykRzDfU4_pGQkkUfYt5S1OA6il7QNCZawDmgjaH_oyXZ535mDOFYiv97Ki9lG_VPjaBasbElIJYrcFhYfTzkbfZiA8yD_Bw/s113/Diane22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQzwN0pngSEvHCRTYpd_S_IyVWyvHQjgVrLWYAzuhlrNSfLM23Rl3xr1L0Yp8G51YcLgrTmNa5tIUqdfyo6Xjng4bCyr-iDG3Gfd3VP8Qd61HzuLgX9pi5OUy5dBz3umtON4piY9qJX2RzjsBoZ3PHPaDL4IvRHL7gYopxZSdfEqr9azY-MPQ16p5drL8/s72-c/ChatGPT%20Image%20Jun%202,%202026,%2004_32_35%20PM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3190914046415580017.post-8006550083041722721</id><published>2026-05-31T16:50:21.725-05:00</published><updated>2026-05-31T16:50:21.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MACY&#39;S DREAM I DIDN&#39;T KNOW CAME TRUE:  by Julianna Rowe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Macy&#39;s Dream I Didn&#39;t Know Came True:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&quot;Wait a minute... It did.&quot; Just not on 34th Street in New York, but on a porch in Wisconsin.&amp;nbsp; by Julianna Rowe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I was young, I had a dream. I wanted to live in New York City and design the big display windows at Macy&#39;s. I never had any formal training. Looking back, I probably couldn&#39;t have done it professionally. But in my mind, that was where I belonged. I imagined creating scenes that made people stop, smile, and look a little longer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Years later, in the 1980s, I was living in Longview, Texas. One Christmas, my family was driving around looking at lights and decorations when I saw something that stopped me in my tracks. It wasn&#39;t expensive. It wasn&#39;t fancy. Someone had created a beautiful Christmas display from painted sheets of plywood. I stared at it and said something that I still remember today:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Look at how happy that makes people.&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That was the moment. Not Macy&#39;s..Not New York.That Christmas display because I realized that&#39;s what touched me wasn&#39;t the display itself. It was the happiness it brought to the people who stopped to look at it. I knew then that I wanted to do that too.Over the years I created painted cutouts, porch displays, holiday scenes, and seasonal decorations wherever I lived.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some people probably thought I was just&amp;nbsp; decorating. But I wasn&#39;t. I was trying to create a moment. A smile, a memory, and a little bit of wonder in someone&#39;s ordinary day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I live one block from downtown. My apartment sits near a four-corner stop, and every year people ask:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;What will she create this year?&quot;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhCC5VhKeHc-dEfAvy6vj7oWGYLfjFc4l5SdbHHuSy77TcuaOCcLZ8JNCDwtKuCt7OJ4WYxcE5VcVaWxp-BPnJfddGeRGnhWsANU7pwxwsaVstLjWnNK_g2yK2dkR2IURilQw0pVQ0YvtgZI0Am-STxBPNJFAfEudIFdiq8g-azB5UxYSQ5L8DEuY-0RY/s1402/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%2031,%202026,%2004_42_12%20PM.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1122&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1402&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhCC5VhKeHc-dEfAvy6vj7oWGYLfjFc4l5SdbHHuSy77TcuaOCcLZ8JNCDwtKuCt7OJ4WYxcE5VcVaWxp-BPnJfddGeRGnhWsANU7pwxwsaVstLjWnNK_g2yK2dkR2IURilQw0pVQ0YvtgZI0Am-STxBPNJFAfEudIFdiq8g-azB5UxYSQ5L8DEuY-0RY/w400-h320/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%2031,%202026,%2004_42_12%20PM.png&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They slow down and look.They smile and&amp;nbsp; some come back for a second look. And suddenly I realized something. A Macy&#39;s window display is really just a story told without words. It isn&#39;t about selling merchandise. It&#39;s about creating a feeling. A little bit of joy. A little bit of wonder. A moment that brightens someone&#39;s day. And that&#39;s exactly what I&#39;ve been doing all along. Not in New York City. Not behind the famous windows of Macy&#39;s. But on a little porch in Wisconsin. The scale changed. The dream did not. For years I thought my dream never came true because I was looking for it in the wrong place. What I finally understand is that my dream was never really about Macy&#39;s. Macy&#39;s was simply the biggest stage I could imagine. The real dream was to create something that made people happy. Maybe that&#39;s why I&#39;ve written books. Maybe that&#39;s why I&#39;ve written songs. Maybe that&#39;s why I started The Happy News Lady. And maybe that&#39;s why I still decorate my porch. Not because life has always been happy. It certainly hasn&#39;t. But because I have always believed that even a small moment of joy can matter. Sometimes dreams arrive wearing different clothes than we expected. Sometimes they show up later than planned. Sometimes they are closer to home than we ever imagined, and sometimes, if we&#39;re lucky, we realize we&#39;ve been living the dream all along.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;The Happy News Lady&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/feeds/8006550083041722721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/05/the-macys-dream-i-didnt-know-came-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/8006550083041722721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/8006550083041722721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/05/the-macys-dream-i-didnt-know-came-true.html' title='THE MACY&#39;S DREAM I DIDN&#39;T KNOW CAME TRUE:  by Julianna Rowe'/><author><name>Julianna Rowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555289943899585382</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/AVvXsEgZIx1L8oGbk5aY3aecRmiYOPtNmLWrmapEykRzDfU4_pGQkkUfYt5S1OA6il7QNCZawDmgjaH_oyXZ535mDOFYiv97Ki9lG_VPjaBasbElIJYrcFhYfTzkbfZiA8yD_Bw/s113/Diane22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhCC5VhKeHc-dEfAvy6vj7oWGYLfjFc4l5SdbHHuSy77TcuaOCcLZ8JNCDwtKuCt7OJ4WYxcE5VcVaWxp-BPnJfddGeRGnhWsANU7pwxwsaVstLjWnNK_g2yK2dkR2IURilQw0pVQ0YvtgZI0Am-STxBPNJFAfEudIFdiq8g-azB5UxYSQ5L8DEuY-0RY/s72-w400-h320-c/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%2031,%202026,%2004_42_12%20PM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3190914046415580017.post-33821321914237647</id><published>2026-05-30T14:30:02.723-05:00</published><updated>2026-05-30T14:42:00.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OPERATION: MOUSE PATROL BY Jules - Short for Julianna Rowe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;OPERATION: MOUSE PATROL&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;May 30, 2026&amp;nbsp; True story made into Comedy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well folks, it&#39;s official.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After months (years) of mice, dead mouse smells, exterminators, maintenance visits, deodorizer packets, lectures about cat food, and enough stress to qualify for a law degree, Bob and I have launched our own investigation. Allow me to introduce:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chief Inspector Bob:&amp;nbsp; Assistant Investigator Jules (short for Julianna obviously.) Our mission? To locate the tiny suspects that have apparently declared my apartment their summer vacation destination. Bob has been on the force for years. Frankly, he looks like a detective who&#39;s been working homicide for thirty years and is three days from retirement. His official statement: &quot;You two are idiots. I saw the mouse three days ago.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTaXrvl2C8qvs6Sp5Ou0LfmH5kCWNOMNvX84MzNKjq_m86YAw2c8PentlgWUugarfmY-eKjHBFUNsqCCEi7ylBPgP7fswCZkPnzzioe3Z0gSXSdREcjWixU0fk7aHYW_59oJcNb8UVEwNPDrpGGyu1DWDC9xJ3L2lvecEy96LFu8b9pGBUqDZPSIeZtks/s1402/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%2030,%202026,%2002_40_05%20PM.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1122&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1402&quot; height=&quot;256&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTaXrvl2C8qvs6Sp5Ou0LfmH5kCWNOMNvX84MzNKjq_m86YAw2c8PentlgWUugarfmY-eKjHBFUNsqCCEi7ylBPgP7fswCZkPnzzioe3Z0gSXSdREcjWixU0fk7aHYW_59oJcNb8UVEwNPDrpGGyu1DWDC9xJ3L2lvecEy96LFu8b9pGBUqDZPSIeZtks/s320/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%2030,%202026,%2002_40_05%20PM.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meanwhile, I arrived on the scene wearing Halloween mouse ears, carrying a magnifying glass, and fueled entirely by caffeine and irritation.The AI that created our first investigation photo apparently decided I needed backup. Instead of Bob, it added a handsome detective who looked like he wandered in from a Hallmark movie.And me looking like I did 20 years ago. I stared at the picture and thought: &quot;I hate mice... but I kinda like the handsome detective I found while looking for them.&quot; For a brief moment I considered keeping him. After all, he seemed far more helpful than the exterminator. Speaking of which... The exterminator informed me that if I kept food in my apartment, mice might be attracted to it. Thank you, Sherlock. Apparently my crime was owning a toaster, an air fryer, and a cat who enjoys eating occasionally. Then came the dead mouse smell. Their official position? &quot;Well, we won. We killed them. That&#39;s why it smells.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Excellent. So now I get to choose between living with mice or living with Eau de Mouse Corpse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somewhere in the middle of all this, I started seeing mice that weren&#39;t there. A shadow? Mouse. A sock? Mouse. A dust bunny? Possibly a mouse wearing a disguise. At this point, I may need a lawyer. Or therapy. Or both.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji38zbpyQ5CsE_qGWuTo0LTA9UGWx7soW1W8i-YrhI-TIyAChL7fQmdZGFi3cU0f4IF-CX2JG9h6-SxEHXdF5MpeKErz1v17_f6cPmx6jMS1YmKXHI_kCEG99SD9cO89dTs4WErqQb_eqORvaZjBv73s51L59BAtgJHKMZGebK4kkUey8wwhhj6x7_EwU/s1408/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%2030,%202026,%2002_07_08%20PM.png&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1117&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1408&quot; height=&quot;254&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji38zbpyQ5CsE_qGWuTo0LTA9UGWx7soW1W8i-YrhI-TIyAChL7fQmdZGFi3cU0f4IF-CX2JG9h6-SxEHXdF5MpeKErz1v17_f6cPmx6jMS1YmKXHI_kCEG99SD9cO89dTs4WErqQb_eqORvaZjBv73s51L59BAtgJHKMZGebK4kkUey8wwhhj6x7_EwU/s320/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%2030,%202026,%2002_07_08%20PM.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;But until then, Operation Mouse Patrol remains active. Chief Inspector Bob continues to supervise from the counter, looking disappointed in everyone. I continue searching for clues with a magnifying glass. And if another handsome Hallmark detective accidentally appears during the investigation...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well...I&#39;m not saying I&#39;d file a complaint. But I will ask AI to remove the critter, I have had enough and do not want to even look at one ever never again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I know I still look&amp;nbsp; 20 years too young.&amp;nbsp; Hey, it was hard to go back and ask AI to give me more wrinkles. Jeeez.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Signed, Assistant Investigator Jules, short for Julianna of course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Who never wanted mice, but apparently became a Mouseketeer anyway.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/feeds/33821321914237647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/05/operation-mouse-patrol-by-jules-short.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/33821321914237647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/33821321914237647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/05/operation-mouse-patrol-by-jules-short.html' title='OPERATION: MOUSE PATROL BY Jules - Short for Julianna Rowe'/><author><name>Julianna Rowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555289943899585382</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/AVvXsEgZIx1L8oGbk5aY3aecRmiYOPtNmLWrmapEykRzDfU4_pGQkkUfYt5S1OA6il7QNCZawDmgjaH_oyXZ535mDOFYiv97Ki9lG_VPjaBasbElIJYrcFhYfTzkbfZiA8yD_Bw/s113/Diane22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTaXrvl2C8qvs6Sp5Ou0LfmH5kCWNOMNvX84MzNKjq_m86YAw2c8PentlgWUugarfmY-eKjHBFUNsqCCEi7ylBPgP7fswCZkPnzzioe3Z0gSXSdREcjWixU0fk7aHYW_59oJcNb8UVEwNPDrpGGyu1DWDC9xJ3L2lvecEy96LFu8b9pGBUqDZPSIeZtks/s72-c/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%2030,%202026,%2002_40_05%20PM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3190914046415580017.post-126868011793233741</id><published>2026-05-29T09:13:45.869-05:00</published><updated>2026-05-29T09:13:45.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Know At This Age:   by Julianna Rowe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;THINGS I KNOW AT THIS AGE:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know peace has become more valuable than proving a point.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDyCMLqUUjfER-AsIjldNkoAEZZwQzGB3b4C-kyl24V9dzJzN0WRoZ9s-IiMzG3REDJhDmXIy4HauTxxth9zqolsS1A8wvCJvKBX18i0OiRqjpY_54oo2jMq4acjiq0O5tNcRe0-qOI2JwPEy9hHDvNreGaCxCTW-V3rrQwsq8IUe6j50toNe27evVjH4/s1536/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%2028,%202026,%2006_44_54%20PM.png&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1536&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1024&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDyCMLqUUjfER-AsIjldNkoAEZZwQzGB3b4C-kyl24V9dzJzN0WRoZ9s-IiMzG3REDJhDmXIy4HauTxxth9zqolsS1A8wvCJvKBX18i0OiRqjpY_54oo2jMq4acjiq0O5tNcRe0-qOI2JwPEy9hHDvNreGaCxCTW-V3rrQwsq8IUe6j50toNe27evVjH4/w266-h400/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%2028,%202026,%2006_44_54%20PM.png&quot; width=&quot;266&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That some people apologize without ever changing.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That exhaustion can disguise itself as patience for far too long.&amp;nbsp; I know old songs still remember parts of us people forgot. That survival changes a woman and kindness matters more than image.And I know this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The older I get, the less interested I am in pretending.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;1114&quot; data-start=&quot;1021&quot;&gt;Some things break you and some things teach you and some things quietly lead you back to peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;1119&quot; data-start=&quot;1116&quot;&gt;Healing rarely arrives loudly..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;1119&quot; data-start=&quot;1116&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;1119&quot; data-start=&quot;1116&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;1119&quot; data-start=&quot;1116&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S. The full “What Men Say When They Don’t &amp;amp; What Women Say That They Mean” ebook will be arriving on Amazon soon. Some of the deeper articles and reflections will be included there. Thank you to everyone who has followed the journey so far, here with me.&lt;/b&gt; 💚&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Julianna Rowe&lt;br /&gt;The Happy News Lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thehappynewslady.com/&quot;&gt;www.TheHappyNewsLady.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Photo is Ai generated per my request)&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/feeds/126868011793233741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/05/things-i-know-at-this-age-by-julianna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/126868011793233741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/126868011793233741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/05/things-i-know-at-this-age-by-julianna.html' title='Things I Know At This Age:   by Julianna Rowe'/><author><name>Julianna Rowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555289943899585382</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/AVvXsEgZIx1L8oGbk5aY3aecRmiYOPtNmLWrmapEykRzDfU4_pGQkkUfYt5S1OA6il7QNCZawDmgjaH_oyXZ535mDOFYiv97Ki9lG_VPjaBasbElIJYrcFhYfTzkbfZiA8yD_Bw/s113/Diane22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDyCMLqUUjfER-AsIjldNkoAEZZwQzGB3b4C-kyl24V9dzJzN0WRoZ9s-IiMzG3REDJhDmXIy4HauTxxth9zqolsS1A8wvCJvKBX18i0OiRqjpY_54oo2jMq4acjiq0O5tNcRe0-qOI2JwPEy9hHDvNreGaCxCTW-V3rrQwsq8IUe6j50toNe27evVjH4/s72-w266-h400-c/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%2028,%202026,%2006_44_54%20PM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3190914046415580017.post-4507456572505580102</id><published>2026-05-27T08:39:43.405-05:00</published><updated>2026-05-27T08:39:43.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Women Say, That They Mean.....by Julianna Rowe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;What Women Say, That They Mean:&amp;nbsp; Hosted on www.TheHappyNewsLady.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1&gt;ACT III — “SHE’S REPEATING WITHOUT WANTING TO”&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the most exhausting experiences for many women is realizing they are repeating the same emotional needs over and over while still feeling unheard underneath the conversation. At first, repetition comes from hope. She believes maybe she did not explain it clearly enough the first time. Maybe the timing was wrong. Maybe the other person simply did not fully understand the emotional weight behind what she was trying to say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So she explains again. More gently, then more carefully. Sometimes more emotionally. Sometimes less emotionally. But over time, repetition stops feeling productive and starts feeling painful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many women do not want to repeat themselves. In fact, repeated emotional conversations often leave them feeling embarrassed, frustrated, guilty, or emotionally drained. No one enjoys feeling like they must continually explain why something hurts, why something matters, or why emotional consistency feels important to them. Yet many women find themselves trapped in this exact cycle when temporary understanding keeps replacing lasting change.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is where quiet frustration begins building internally.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVpfJekxw9KI3DPmuPW_v7bYg-GoGuaOwAN9lqTgL0uUHmt5BR3tbtt2HS0swj6CWYP_srIsQqP5f8bviUWSGr2muOL3JmquOuc5zOarINr7gvJKdk4476GS_z8RPuPVsal9ArwKvPpq2jkGUdsMssAi6rghSBzi4BYZmsq5vyD5yZuu8NOlm9nyktA18/s1254/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%2027,%202026,%2008_36_22%20AM.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1254&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1254&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVpfJekxw9KI3DPmuPW_v7bYg-GoGuaOwAN9lqTgL0uUHmt5BR3tbtt2HS0swj6CWYP_srIsQqP5f8bviUWSGr2muOL3JmquOuc5zOarINr7gvJKdk4476GS_z8RPuPVsal9ArwKvPpq2jkGUdsMssAi6rghSBzi4BYZmsq5vyD5yZuu8NOlm9nyktA18/s320/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%2027,%202026,%2008_36_22%20AM.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because every repeated conversation slowly carries the emotional memory of the conversations before it. The woman is no longer reacting only to the present moment. She is reacting to the accumulation of feeling emotionally unheard, emotionally deprioritized, or emotionally alone inside issues she already tried to explain many times before. That accumulation changes communication.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The patience becomes thinner. The sadness becomes heavier. The explanations become shorter.&lt;br /&gt;And underneath it all lives an exhausting question: “Why do I keep having to ask for the same thing?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For many women, this stage creates emotional confusion as well. They begin questioning themselves:&lt;br /&gt;Am I expecting too much?&amp;nbsp; Am I becoming repetitive? Am I overreacting? Am I impossible to satisfy? But emotional repetition usually does not happen without reason. Most people do not continually revisit the same hurt unless something inside them still feels unresolved, unacknowledged, or emotionally unsafe. And perhaps the saddest part is this: many women continue repeating themselves because they still care deeply about preserving the relationship. Repetition is often an attempt to save connection before emotional exhaustion fully replaces hope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But eventually, repeated pain changes the tone of even the gentlest person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The woman who once explained softly may begin sounding tired. The woman who once overexplained may begin saying less. The woman who once believed understanding was possible may begin emotionally withdrawing instead. Because there comes a point where repeating the same emotional truth stops feeling like communication…and starts feeling like begging to be understood.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/feeds/4507456572505580102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/05/what-women-say-that-they-meanby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/4507456572505580102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/4507456572505580102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/05/what-women-say-that-they-meanby.html' title='What Women Say, That They Mean.....by Julianna Rowe'/><author><name>Julianna Rowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555289943899585382</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/AVvXsEgZIx1L8oGbk5aY3aecRmiYOPtNmLWrmapEykRzDfU4_pGQkkUfYt5S1OA6il7QNCZawDmgjaH_oyXZ535mDOFYiv97Ki9lG_VPjaBasbElIJYrcFhYfTzkbfZiA8yD_Bw/s113/Diane22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVpfJekxw9KI3DPmuPW_v7bYg-GoGuaOwAN9lqTgL0uUHmt5BR3tbtt2HS0swj6CWYP_srIsQqP5f8bviUWSGr2muOL3JmquOuc5zOarINr7gvJKdk4476GS_z8RPuPVsal9ArwKvPpq2jkGUdsMssAi6rghSBzi4BYZmsq5vyD5yZuu8NOlm9nyktA18/s72-c/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%2027,%202026,%2008_36_22%20AM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3190914046415580017.post-5127623410719283615</id><published>2026-05-25T07:38:29.035-05:00</published><updated>2026-05-25T07:38:29.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ACT III - The Quiet Frustration    by Julianna Rowe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;What Women Say, That They Mean by Julianna Rowe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1&gt;ACT III - THE QUIET FRUSTRATION&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not all relationship frustration is loud. Sometimes it arrives quietly&amp;nbsp; through repeated disappointments too small to explain individually but heavy enough to slowly change the emotional atmosphere between two people. It builds in the unanswered questions, the emotional imbalance, the conversations that never fully resolve, and the growing exhaustion of trying to feel emotionally understood while quietly feeling increasingly alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This stage is often difficult to recognize from the outside because many women continue functioning normally while carrying enormous emotional frustration internally. They still show up. Still respond. Still try. But underneath the surface, emotional fatigue is beginning to accumulate in ways that slowly reshape communication, patience, vulnerability, and emotional closeness itself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Quiet Frustration is not usually created by one major betrayal. More often, it is created through repetition. Feeling dismissed repeatedly. Feeling emotionally unheard repeatedly. Feeling like emotional needs are always being softened, delayed, minimized, misunderstood, or treated as less urgent than everyone else’s comfort.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And because many women are taught to preserve peace, preserve relationships, and avoid appearing “too emotional,” much of this frustration gets swallowed long before it is ever spoken directly aloud.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is why this stage becomes so emotionally dangerous. The frustration remains active even while the words become softer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I’m fine.”&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5F6XAFcApcwMBCN__EMn3jgZryfqr38eBGeOPwJbCmPvorjkRptnbWkZduw94bJz7WnxqFilEFkag_4XK_a3Efzlc2wnJOAZnUoM69mM3p8swxxWVPR2RVwsA3WzoPIgVbgRE3B2NB6MqNMdUTqyOvbAmi22I9knx80wWYaFWV-8nyT-4_-BSI6PlD1A/s1254/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%2024,%202026,%2007_49_51%20PM.png&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1254&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1254&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5F6XAFcApcwMBCN__EMn3jgZryfqr38eBGeOPwJbCmPvorjkRptnbWkZduw94bJz7WnxqFilEFkag_4XK_a3Efzlc2wnJOAZnUoM69mM3p8swxxWVPR2RVwsA3WzoPIgVbgRE3B2NB6MqNMdUTqyOvbAmi22I9knx80wWYaFWV-8nyT-4_-BSI6PlD1A/s320/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%2024,%202026,%2007_49_51%20PM.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;“Never mind.”&lt;br /&gt;“It’s okay.”&lt;br /&gt;“Forget it.”&lt;br /&gt;“Do whatever you want.”&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The quieter the frustration becomes, the more emotionally exhausted the woman often is underneath it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This section explores the emotional accumulation that happens when women begin feeling the growing distance between what they need emotionally and what they are consistently receiving in return. It examines the subtle shift from explaining… to repeating… to withdrawing… while still quietly hoping someone notices the change before silence fully replaces connection. Because many relationships do not first break through screaming. They begin breaking through quiet disappointment that stayed unspoken for far too long.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/feeds/5127623410719283615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/05/act-iii-quiet-frustration-by-julianna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/5127623410719283615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/5127623410719283615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/05/act-iii-quiet-frustration-by-julianna.html' title='ACT III - The Quiet Frustration    by Julianna Rowe'/><author><name>Julianna Rowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555289943899585382</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/AVvXsEgZIx1L8oGbk5aY3aecRmiYOPtNmLWrmapEykRzDfU4_pGQkkUfYt5S1OA6il7QNCZawDmgjaH_oyXZ535mDOFYiv97Ki9lG_VPjaBasbElIJYrcFhYfTzkbfZiA8yD_Bw/s113/Diane22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5F6XAFcApcwMBCN__EMn3jgZryfqr38eBGeOPwJbCmPvorjkRptnbWkZduw94bJz7WnxqFilEFkag_4XK_a3Efzlc2wnJOAZnUoM69mM3p8swxxWVPR2RVwsA3WzoPIgVbgRE3B2NB6MqNMdUTqyOvbAmi22I9knx80wWYaFWV-8nyT-4_-BSI6PlD1A/s72-c/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%2024,%202026,%2007_49_51%20PM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3190914046415580017.post-7899163791071606197</id><published>2026-05-20T09:29:23.955-05:00</published><updated>2026-05-20T09:29:23.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Women Say,, That They Don&#39;t    .....   &quot;I Feel Off&quot;   by Julianna Rowe </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Wjat Women Say, That They Don&#39;t by Julianna Rowe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;“I Feel Off.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNamTYNKj408AxTlaIsZ2fMyzdsPnONSF-4DnDdpMoPp2ldDKQJXCarTaq0O9FS0WGC5hOS9L7_Y3dCvLTuMq-19410qYQf740XqlpG4eS10XziKlmifuwMYV0xAmY_2Wh8DSZqB_NnLoHBqw0FUBP13lRX-oX9XaY0hG2yL8hbzooABhkRNK3NphbgWU/s1254/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%201,%202026,%2008_15_31%20PM.png&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1254&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1254&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNamTYNKj408AxTlaIsZ2fMyzdsPnONSF-4DnDdpMoPp2ldDKQJXCarTaq0O9FS0WGC5hOS9L7_Y3dCvLTuMq-19410qYQf740XqlpG4eS10XziKlmifuwMYV0xAmY_2Wh8DSZqB_NnLoHBqw0FUBP13lRX-oX9XaY0hG2yL8hbzooABhkRNK3NphbgWU/s320/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%201,%202026,%2008_15_31%20PM.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It’s not a clear sentence nor does it point to one moment or one thing you can fix. But when a woman says that, she’s not guessing, she’s noticing something she can’t quite name yet. What she means is: something shifted and the energy feels different.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The way you speak to me, the way you look at me, the way things flow between us, it’s not the same, even if nothing obvious has happened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;And that’s what makes it hard to explain, because there’s no single moment to point to, no proof to hold onto, just a quiet feeling that something isn’t sitting right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;“I feel off” is what she says before she has the words, before she’s connected all the dots and finally before she’s ready to call it something bigger. It’s instinct. It’s awareness. It’s her paying attention to the small changes most people overlook. And here’s the part that matters. She doesn’t want to be right. She’s not looking for a problem...she’s trying to understand what she’s feeling before it turns into something she can’t ignore. But if that feeling keeps showing up… if it keeps getting brushed off or dismissed… it doesn’t go away, it sharpens and gets clearer. Until what once felt “off” becomes something she can finally name. Bottom line: “I feel off” isn’t confusion, it’s the beginning of her seeing things clearly. She said she felt off… and she was already closer to the truth than she realized.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div aria-hidden=&quot;true&quot; class=&quot;pointer-events-none -mt-px h-px translate-y-[calc(var(--scroll-root-safe-area-inset-bottom)-14*var(--spacing))]&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;qMYqUG_convSearchResultHighlightRoot&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;&quot; data-is-intersecting=&quot;true&quot; data-turn-id-container=&quot;request-69fc8c34-6c10-83ea-9538-a9e693c442e5-0&quot;&gt;&lt;section class=&quot;text-token-text-primary w-full focus:outline-none has-data-writing-block:pointer-events-none [&amp;amp;:has([data-writing-block])&amp;gt;*]:pointer-events-auto R6Vx5W_threadScrollVars scroll-mb-[calc(var(--scroll-root-safe-area-inset-bottom,0px)+var(--thread-response-height))] scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]&quot; data-scroll-anchor=&quot;false&quot; data-testid=&quot;conversation-turn-90&quot; data-turn-id-container=&quot;request-69fc8c34-6c10-83ea-9538-a9e693c442e5-0&quot; data-turn-id=&quot;request-69fc8c34-6c10-83ea-9538-a9e693c442e5-0&quot; data-turn=&quot;assistant&quot; dir=&quot;auto&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;text-base my-auto mx-auto pb-10 [--thread-content-margin:var(--thread-content-margin-xs,calc(var(--spacing)*4))] @w-sm/main:[--thread-content-margin:var(--thread-content-margin-sm,calc(var(--spacing)*6))] @w-lg/main:[--thread-content-margin:var(--thread-content-margin-lg,calc(var(--spacing)*16))] px-(--thread-content-margin)&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;[--thread-content-max-width:40rem] @w-lg/main:[--thread-content-max-width:48rem] mx-auto max-w-(--thread-content-max-width) flex-1 group/turn-messages focus-visible:outline-hidden relative flex w-full min-w-0 flex-col agent-turn&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;flex max-w-full flex-col gap-4 grow&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;min-h-8 text-message relative flex w-full flex-col items-end gap-2 text-start break-words whitespace-normal outline-none keyboard-focused:focus-ring [.text-message+&amp;amp;]:mt-1&quot; data-message-author-role=&quot;assistant&quot; data-message-id=&quot;540c1ebd-1a6d-442f-8501-8f0715d12534&quot; data-message-model-slug=&quot;gpt-5-5&quot; data-turn-start-message=&quot;true&quot; dir=&quot;auto&quot; tabindex=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;flex w-full flex-col gap-1 empty:hidden&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;markdown prose dark:prose-invert wrap-break-word w-full light markdown-new-styling&quot;&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;851&quot; data-is-last-node=&quot;&quot; data-is-only-node=&quot;&quot; data-start=&quot;727&quot;&gt;“Women rarely say ‘I feel off’ without a reason.&lt;br data-end=&quot;778&quot; data-start=&quot;775&quot; /&gt;
The heart often notices distance long before the relationship admits it.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;z-0 flex min-h-[46px] justify-start&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;mt-3 w-full empty:hidden&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;text-center&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/section&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/feeds/7899163791071606197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/05/what-women-say-that-they-dont-i-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/7899163791071606197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/7899163791071606197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/05/what-women-say-that-they-dont-i-feel.html' title='What Women Say,, That They Don&#39;t    .....   &quot;I Feel Off&quot;   by Julianna Rowe '/><author><name>Julianna Rowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555289943899585382</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/AVvXsEgZIx1L8oGbk5aY3aecRmiYOPtNmLWrmapEykRzDfU4_pGQkkUfYt5S1OA6il7QNCZawDmgjaH_oyXZ535mDOFYiv97Ki9lG_VPjaBasbElIJYrcFhYfTzkbfZiA8yD_Bw/s113/Diane22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNamTYNKj408AxTlaIsZ2fMyzdsPnONSF-4DnDdpMoPp2ldDKQJXCarTaq0O9FS0WGC5hOS9L7_Y3dCvLTuMq-19410qYQf740XqlpG4eS10XziKlmifuwMYV0xAmY_2Wh8DSZqB_NnLoHBqw0FUBP13lRX-oX9XaY0hG2yL8hbzooABhkRNK3NphbgWU/s72-c/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%201,%202026,%2008_15_31%20PM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3190914046415580017.post-7581452053655409474</id><published>2026-05-18T14:26:46.169-05:00</published><updated>2026-05-18T14:26:46.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Women Say, That They Mean.....    &quot;I Miss You.&quot;  by Julianna Rowe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Women Say, That They Mean&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span data-end=&quot;144&quot; data-start=&quot;111&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;&quot;&gt;While these pieces center on women, the language of emotion isn’t gendered...only the way we’re taught to express it.&amp;nbsp; A series hosted on The Happy News Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;“I miss you.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Three simple words that sound soft… but carry more weight than most people realize. Because when a woman says that, she’s not always talking about distance. She can miss you while you’re sitting right next to her. What she means is: I miss how you used to show up. I miss the way you looked at me, the way you reached for me without hesitation, the way I didn’t have to question where I stood. I miss feeling close to you, even when nothing was being said.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib8YK7k9-ZZpDJtcNoyyEDXA78puSrMLGFwTT7jCn1XB7cNt9Dw_EmqYmQNicBsKT5nzcEmZjzfIyeF8iBl46swq2wQMIqJzQh2owvwIZ2HRI0ejFoGZE905lqt8Y4gxqa_mkfprK5_xieTk_EWNWpNEN1vmWtaNV3qDh0twVHkyAiWnWpYJE_RLNZu9g/s1402/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%201,%202026,%2007_30_25%20PM.png&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1402&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1122&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib8YK7k9-ZZpDJtcNoyyEDXA78puSrMLGFwTT7jCn1XB7cNt9Dw_EmqYmQNicBsKT5nzcEmZjzfIyeF8iBl46swq2wQMIqJzQh2owvwIZ2HRI0ejFoGZE905lqt8Y4gxqa_mkfprK5_xieTk_EWNWpNEN1vmWtaNV3qDh0twVHkyAiWnWpYJE_RLNZu9g/w320-h400/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%201,%202026,%2007_30_25%20PM.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because missing someone isn’t always about absence, it’s about the shift. The change you can feel but can’t quite explain. The way conversations don’t flow the same. The way effort doesn’t come as naturally. The way something that once felt easy now feels… distant.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I miss you” is what she says when she’s still holding on, still hoping the connection finds its way back to what it was. It’s not blame. It’s not pressure. It’s quiet honesty. But here’s the part people don’t see, she won’t say it forever. Because if she keeps missing a version of you that never returns, eventually she stops looking for it. She stops reaching for what’s no longer there. And that’s when “I miss you” turns into something much quieter… something that no longer needs to be said.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bottom line: she wasn’t just missing you, she was missing how it felt to be loved by you. She said “I miss you”… and she meant she could feel the distance growing, even if you couldn’t.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;relative basis-auto flex-col -mb-(--composer-overlap-px) pb-(--composer-overlap-px) [--composer-overlap-px:28px] grow flex&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;flex flex-col text-sm&quot;&gt;&lt;section class=&quot;text-token-text-primary w-full focus:outline-none [--shadow-height:45px] has-data-writing-block:pointer-events-none has-data-writing-block:-mt-(--shadow-height) has-data-writing-block:pt-(--shadow-height) [&amp;amp;:has([data-writing-block])&amp;gt;*]:pointer-events-auto [content-visibility:auto] supports-[content-visibility:auto]:[contain-intrinsic-size:auto_100lvh] R6Vx5W_threadScrollVars scroll-mb-[calc(var(--scroll-root-safe-area-inset-bottom,0px)+var(--thread-response-height))] scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]&quot; data-scroll-anchor=&quot;false&quot; data-testid=&quot;conversation-turn-56&quot; data-turn-id=&quot;request-69f52764-4c9c-83ea-ae17-03e6987fce6c-9&quot; 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data-message-model-slug=&quot;gpt-5-3&quot; data-turn-start-message=&quot;true&quot; dir=&quot;auto&quot; tabindex=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;flex w-full flex-col gap-1 empty:hidden&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;markdown prose dark:prose-invert w-full wrap-break-word light markdown-new-styling&quot;&gt;&lt;h3 data-end=&quot;1693&quot; data-start=&quot;1643&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Q&lt;em data-end=&quot;1965&quot; data-start=&quot;1937&quot;&gt;uiet ache, not heartbreak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em data-end=&quot;2082&quot; data-start=&quot;2052&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Even when you’re right here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/section&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/feeds/7581452053655409474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/05/what-women-say-that-they-mean-i-miss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/7581452053655409474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/7581452053655409474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/05/what-women-say-that-they-mean-i-miss.html' title='What Women Say, That They Mean.....    &quot;I Miss You.&quot;  by Julianna Rowe'/><author><name>Julianna Rowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555289943899585382</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/AVvXsEgZIx1L8oGbk5aY3aecRmiYOPtNmLWrmapEykRzDfU4_pGQkkUfYt5S1OA6il7QNCZawDmgjaH_oyXZ535mDOFYiv97Ki9lG_VPjaBasbElIJYrcFhYfTzkbfZiA8yD_Bw/s113/Diane22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib8YK7k9-ZZpDJtcNoyyEDXA78puSrMLGFwTT7jCn1XB7cNt9Dw_EmqYmQNicBsKT5nzcEmZjzfIyeF8iBl46swq2wQMIqJzQh2owvwIZ2HRI0ejFoGZE905lqt8Y4gxqa_mkfprK5_xieTk_EWNWpNEN1vmWtaNV3qDh0twVHkyAiWnWpYJE_RLNZu9g/s72-w320-h400-c/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%201,%202026,%2007_30_25%20PM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3190914046415580017.post-1858447784719202961</id><published>2026-05-17T11:13:59.383-05:00</published><updated>2026-05-17T11:13:59.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturn Has Me in Emotional Renovations.......by Julianna Rowe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Tonight I realized something strange.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am tired in a way sleep doesn’t fix. Not just physicallt tired, but soul tired. Tired of carrying things carefully, of trying to explain things kindly. Tired of pretending certain things don’t hurt. Tired of being “strong” because life keeps requiring it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWOAUZaDLm6MFBNkrPdHB6QoTZW7BOAQ8-hHlncpm6P3ZKk_OopE1QkweZhVm0C1s0gGrv4SGXi0FmZcmgLjs8TTiqnTGEfmv5PmzqGiwATTPu6NGtOAiy-tgKyQQT5WaWopEXiowf3qMAxvrLhU2BAV1aslQ5vVe9IE3jMYK6a_QUfh9DsFSIcSkBczk/s2944/20251126_195842.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;2944&quot; data-original-width=&quot;2208&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWOAUZaDLm6MFBNkrPdHB6QoTZW7BOAQ8-hHlncpm6P3ZKk_OopE1QkweZhVm0C1s0gGrv4SGXi0FmZcmgLjs8TTiqnTGEfmv5PmzqGiwATTPu6NGtOAiy-tgKyQQT5WaWopEXiowf3qMAxvrLhU2BAV1aslQ5vVe9IE3jMYK6a_QUfh9DsFSIcSkBczk/s320/20251126_195842.jpg&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; And yet…there is still a part of me that wants to decorate the porch lights, write another story, make people laugh, watch old cowboy shows, buy flowers I probably don’t need, and love people anyway.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That part of me is still alive. Maybe that is the miracle at this age. Not becoming hard or bitter. Not giving up after disappointment stacked itself like dishes in a sink. But somehow still remaining soft enough to create.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think people imagine aging as becoming old, but I think sometimes aging is simply becoming more honest. You stop performing, stop chasing. You stop needing applause from people who never intended to clap.You begin asking quieter questions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do I feel peaceful here?&lt;br /&gt;Do I feel safe here where I live?&lt;br /&gt;Do I still recognize myself?&lt;br /&gt;What actually matters now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tonight I do not have great wisdom or answers. I only know this: Something inside me is changingAnd strangely enough…I think it might be trying to save me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Either that or Saturn has me in emotional renovations without a permit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway…tomorrow I’ll probably decorate something, write a song, and argue with a mouse. Life goes on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;It is what it is!&quot; as PaPa Joe used to say.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/feeds/1858447784719202961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/05/saturn-has-me-in-emotional.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/1858447784719202961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/1858447784719202961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/05/saturn-has-me-in-emotional.html' title='Saturn Has Me in Emotional Renovations.......by Julianna Rowe'/><author><name>Julianna Rowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555289943899585382</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/AVvXsEgZIx1L8oGbk5aY3aecRmiYOPtNmLWrmapEykRzDfU4_pGQkkUfYt5S1OA6il7QNCZawDmgjaH_oyXZ535mDOFYiv97Ki9lG_VPjaBasbElIJYrcFhYfTzkbfZiA8yD_Bw/s113/Diane22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWOAUZaDLm6MFBNkrPdHB6QoTZW7BOAQ8-hHlncpm6P3ZKk_OopE1QkweZhVm0C1s0gGrv4SGXi0FmZcmgLjs8TTiqnTGEfmv5PmzqGiwATTPu6NGtOAiy-tgKyQQT5WaWopEXiowf3qMAxvrLhU2BAV1aslQ5vVe9IE3jMYK6a_QUfh9DsFSIcSkBczk/s72-c/20251126_195842.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3190914046415580017.post-6563775296020050231</id><published>2026-05-15T14:21:48.320-05:00</published><updated>2026-05-15T14:21:48.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Women Say, That They Mean.....  &quot;I Just Need A Little More Effort.....by  Julianna Rowe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;144&quot; data-start=&quot;111&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;&quot;&gt;While these pieces center on women, the language of emotion isn’t gendered...only the way we’re taught to express it.&amp;nbsp; A series hosted on The Happy News Lady&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot; I Just Need A little More Effort&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr data-end=&quot;251&quot; data-start=&quot;248&quot; /&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;1808&quot; data-start=&quot;253&quot;&gt;“I just need a little more effort.” It sounds small, even reasonable and easy to give. But when a woman says that, she’s not asking for something new...she’s asking for something that used to be there… or something she’s been quietly giving all along. What she means is: I’m feeling the imbalance. I’m noticing who initiates, who follows through, who shows up without being reminded. And right now, it feels like I’m carrying more of this than you are. It’s not about grand gestures or perfection...it’s about consistency. It’s about feeling chosen in the small, everyday ways that don’t need to be asked for. Because effort isn’t measured in big moments...it’s measured in the ones no one talks about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghY29Qx_92EpkEFdmui6MkhUbEEm-NuC8QjQuFMvjqAFyTvcTeh1FRmb1KdBRCUKyga9czO6YXtaSwI3ZNv8xGi4HAoGHMLjPFWiQxZbcEhA7yMlmLjf7Qn6OIWLgXblIIh7E7_h6erOgKt1PBmr4kxj8tEk5YkMpQ5hLyRq6ZwFTC5jddk_lQr5NKqUo/s1537/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%201,%202026,%2007_19_33%20PM.png&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1537&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1023&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghY29Qx_92EpkEFdmui6MkhUbEEm-NuC8QjQuFMvjqAFyTvcTeh1FRmb1KdBRCUKyga9czO6YXtaSwI3ZNv8xGi4HAoGHMLjPFWiQxZbcEhA7yMlmLjf7Qn6OIWLgXblIIh7E7_h6erOgKt1PBmr4kxj8tEk5YkMpQ5hLyRq6ZwFTC5jddk_lQr5NKqUo/w266-h400/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%201,%202026,%2007_19_33%20PM.png&quot; width=&quot;266&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;1808&quot; data-start=&quot;253&quot;&gt;The texts you send first. The plans you make without being pushed. The attention you give without being asked twice. And when those things start to fade, she feels it. Not all at once, but slowly and quietly. Like something important is slipping out of balance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;1808&quot; data-start=&quot;253&quot;&gt;“I just need a little more effort” is what she says before she stops asking altogether because she doesn’t want to beg for something that should come naturally. She doesn’t want to feel like love is something she has to manage instead of receive. And if nothing changes? That “little more” she asked for eventually turns into less from her. Less reaching. Less trying. Less believing it will shift. Bottom line: she wasn’t asking for more than you could give...she was asking for more than you were choosing to. She said she needed a little more effort… and she meant it mattered more than she made it sound.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 data-end=&quot;1850&quot; data-start=&quot;1815&quot;&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 data-end=&quot;2114&quot; data-start=&quot;2070&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;2155&quot; data-start=&quot;2116&quot;&gt;“I just need a little more effort.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;2212&quot; data-start=&quot;2116&quot;&gt;
&lt;em data-end=&quot;2212&quot; data-start=&quot;2158&quot;&gt;Translation: I’m tired of being the only one trying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/feeds/6563775296020050231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/05/what-women-say-that-they-mean-i-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/6563775296020050231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/6563775296020050231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/05/what-women-say-that-they-mean-i-just.html' title='What Women Say, That They Mean.....  &quot;I Just Need A Little More Effort.....by  Julianna Rowe'/><author><name>Julianna Rowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555289943899585382</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/AVvXsEgZIx1L8oGbk5aY3aecRmiYOPtNmLWrmapEykRzDfU4_pGQkkUfYt5S1OA6il7QNCZawDmgjaH_oyXZ535mDOFYiv97Ki9lG_VPjaBasbElIJYrcFhYfTzkbfZiA8yD_Bw/s113/Diane22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghY29Qx_92EpkEFdmui6MkhUbEEm-NuC8QjQuFMvjqAFyTvcTeh1FRmb1KdBRCUKyga9czO6YXtaSwI3ZNv8xGi4HAoGHMLjPFWiQxZbcEhA7yMlmLjf7Qn6OIWLgXblIIh7E7_h6erOgKt1PBmr4kxj8tEk5YkMpQ5hLyRq6ZwFTC5jddk_lQr5NKqUo/s72-w266-h400-c/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%201,%202026,%2007_19_33%20PM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3190914046415580017.post-5114681749753135314</id><published>2026-05-14T08:25:34.043-05:00</published><updated>2026-05-14T08:25:34.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;Mice &amp; Money&quot;     by Julianna Rowe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;Mice &amp;amp; Money&quot;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Some women inherit diamonds. I inherited stress and an
advanced degree in survival.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;There comes a moment in life when you are standing in your
kitchen surrounded by air purifiers of which we now seem to be in a committed
relationship, vinegar bowls to kill odor, coffee grounds, incense, candles,
unpaid bills, unanswered texts, a sick cat named Bob, and the lingering smell
of something dead behind the refrigerator… and you suddenly realize:&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;“I’m one
inconvenience away from living in a tiny house with twelve wind chimes and no
forwarding address.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;This is not how I want to live. Not that I want to die or
even disappear. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Just… not THIS. Sometimes
exhaustion doesn’t arrive dramatically, &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;it arrives disguised as coping. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOmumDB44eXX4KrgSbO4X8vNN4-libbnNF_owVQdn-J3DutRn3gl7NHfSpM2hyUP2ei8zAWcFL9Iv_Xj8qGcdNjb6AWxkOybXWQwd9Cf4fdVeOFHQR6vrcz008hqku_gjw4iwADfponoadMVoFaql3rl4GpPOG1uhGt-NTW4Wyb30PnN44wXh5JHETm4g/s1536/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%2014,%202026,%2008_14_06%20AM.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1024&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1536&quot; height=&quot;266&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOmumDB44eXX4KrgSbO4X8vNN4-libbnNF_owVQdn-J3DutRn3gl7NHfSpM2hyUP2ei8zAWcFL9Iv_Xj8qGcdNjb6AWxkOybXWQwd9Cf4fdVeOFHQR6vrcz008hqku_gjw4iwADfponoadMVoFaql3rl4GpPOG1uhGt-NTW4Wyb30PnN44wXh5JHETm4g/w400-h266/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%2014,%202026,%2008_14_06%20AM.png&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You still go to work.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Still answer people kindly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Still pay bills.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Still clean counters.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Still feed the cat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Still laugh at inappropriate moments because if you don’t
laugh, you might unravel completely.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;And one day your nervous system simply whispers:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Enough.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Not because you are weak. Because you have been strong for
too long. I think many women reach an age where they stop asking:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;“How much more can I endure? At this point, if a raccoon
shows up asking for rent money, I may simply hand him the lease.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;…and start asking:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;“Why am I enduring things that are slowly stealing my
peace?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;That question changes everything. No, life will never be
perfect. Bodies fail and money gets tight. People disappoint us. Medical bills
arrive like surprise party guests from hell. But there is a difference between
the normal hardships of life… and living in a constant state of emotional
survival. I know this now, and maybe healing doesn’t begin with giant dramatic
changes. Maybe it begins the moment a tired woman standing in a stinking
kitchen finally says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;“I deserve better than survival mode! My nervous system
would like to unsubscribe from this season of life.&quot;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Clean hit. No aftertaste and currently accepting donations
in the form of peace, quiet, and emotional support snacks.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Julianna Rowe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.thehappynewslady.com/&quot;&gt;www.TheHappyNewsLady.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/feeds/5114681749753135314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/05/mice-money-by-julianna-rowe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/5114681749753135314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/5114681749753135314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/05/mice-money-by-julianna-rowe.html' title='&quot;Mice &amp; Money&quot;     by Julianna Rowe'/><author><name>Julianna Rowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555289943899585382</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/AVvXsEgZIx1L8oGbk5aY3aecRmiYOPtNmLWrmapEykRzDfU4_pGQkkUfYt5S1OA6il7QNCZawDmgjaH_oyXZ535mDOFYiv97Ki9lG_VPjaBasbElIJYrcFhYfTzkbfZiA8yD_Bw/s113/Diane22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOmumDB44eXX4KrgSbO4X8vNN4-libbnNF_owVQdn-J3DutRn3gl7NHfSpM2hyUP2ei8zAWcFL9Iv_Xj8qGcdNjb6AWxkOybXWQwd9Cf4fdVeOFHQR6vrcz008hqku_gjw4iwADfponoadMVoFaql3rl4GpPOG1uhGt-NTW4Wyb30PnN44wXh5JHETm4g/s72-w400-h266-c/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%2014,%202026,%2008_14_06%20AM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3190914046415580017.post-3856311524313279581</id><published>2026-05-13T08:10:18.081-05:00</published><updated>2026-05-13T08:10:18.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Women Say, That They Mean....   Act II - &quot;Where Meanin Gets Layered</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 data-end=&quot;793&quot; data-start=&quot;755&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;ACT II:&amp;nbsp; &quot;Where Meaning Gets Layered&quot;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1075&quot; data-start=&quot;795&quot;&gt;Not everything women say is meant literally.&lt;br data-end=&quot;842&quot; data-start=&quot;839&quot; /&gt;
Sometimes the meaning sits underneath the words themselves...in tone, timing, hesitation, or what was left unsaid altogether. These are the phrases that often sound simple on the surface while carrying something much deeper underneath.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcEn0RjQd96WPKmxASrXT9sVUPlgyx9nLuzhok7LI7twHFYylUusFq47GRV_GWmcRJ7L60Yj-KpCvmendq3ioVB83FDgzA5k3hMIsev0q7-P2fQEhZVUNv7Cb2OKoXPwkDvhnHO9mFDMHVHANu0iwjWd3AzuHiidL8B7ezv90Tq8mcf4QEZX_HVdZmW2o/s1536/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%2010,%202026,%2004_21_24%20PM.png&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1536&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1024&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcEn0RjQd96WPKmxASrXT9sVUPlgyx9nLuzhok7LI7twHFYylUusFq47GRV_GWmcRJ7L60Yj-KpCvmendq3ioVB83FDgzA5k3hMIsev0q7-P2fQEhZVUNv7Cb2OKoXPwkDvhnHO9mFDMHVHANu0iwjWd3AzuHiidL8B7ezv90Tq8mcf4QEZX_HVdZmW2o/w266-h400/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%2010,%202026,%2004_21_24%20PM.png&quot; width=&quot;266&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/feeds/3856311524313279581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/05/what-women-say-that-they-mean-act-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/3856311524313279581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/3856311524313279581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/05/what-women-say-that-they-mean-act-ii.html' title='What Women Say, That They Mean....   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But when a woman says “I don’t want to bother you,” what she often means is: I already feel like I am. I’ve noticed the pauses, the delayed responses, the shift in your tone, the way my presence feels… optional. So instead of asking for your time, your attention, your energy, I’m stepping back before I feel like I’ve taken too much. Because the truth is, she didn’t start out this way. She used to reach out freely, speak without overthinking, and show up without wondering if she was too much. But somewhere along the line, something changed. Maybe it was subtle,&amp;nbsp; or maybe it was repeated, or maybe it was the way she felt like an interruption instead of a priority. So now she softens herself ....makes herself smaller. Not because she has less to say...but because she’s unsure it’s wanted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;“I don’t want to bother you” is what replaces “Can I talk to you?” It’s what replaces “I miss you.” It’s what replaces effort that once came naturally. And here’s the part most people miss, it’s not about independence, it’s about hesitation and about someone who is measuring their worth in your reactions and adjusting themselves to avoid feeling dismissed. Because when someone feels welcome, they don’t worry about being a bother. They don’t second guess every message, every call, every moment of reaching out. They just… show up. So when she says “I don’t want to bother you,” she’s not asking for space...she’s responding to it. Quietly and carefully. And if it continues? She won’t need to say it anymore. She’ll stop reaching out altogether.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bottom line: “I don’t want to bother you” isn’t distance, it’s learned restraint. She said she didn’t want to bother you… and eventually, she didn’t.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meaning: Testing, soft signaling, hoping to be noticed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/feeds/7557774024901822944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/05/what-women-say-that-they-mean-i-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/7557774024901822944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/7557774024901822944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/05/what-women-say-that-they-mean-i-dont.html' title='What Women Say, That They Mean......   &quot;I Don&#39;t Want to Bother You&quot; by Julianna Rowe'/><author><name>Julianna Rowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555289943899585382</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/AVvXsEgZIx1L8oGbk5aY3aecRmiYOPtNmLWrmapEykRzDfU4_pGQkkUfYt5S1OA6il7QNCZawDmgjaH_oyXZ535mDOFYiv97Ki9lG_VPjaBasbElIJYrcFhYfTzkbfZiA8yD_Bw/s113/Diane22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiFCrJJn0kXN4MjQqhsKpxQrnszlb7einmGXFBjCn642CtpyrktgfYTQObmYortrZVUTTHEccgicsZJXleSTP82ZLTRa3q6BpYceqpSvaeGsm3dNIvhfu-VdHZVEJbfiw7yaJNEVSBpnByi2GvmycZZ3NZ8c5KDUa5KihSLuP8jK6FMHWGiVGUiyOm5lc/s72-c/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%201,%202026,%2007_59_31%20PM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3190914046415580017.post-5415085128422225760</id><published>2026-05-08T07:42:45.538-05:00</published><updated>2026-05-08T07:42:45.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Women Say, That They Mean......  &quot;It&#39;s Okay....by Julianna Rowe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdaUlD1YvFyHbCIZfpgnCiRgxEbBnl75MdVLzdI3CFK7pFIYGG9u0iSx_gUFA6uriQuv5xEIn4pVXB3Q7nXQW_GEBH5LkB2UPDCauWuAW4zcP5Toh0ESFkpMwQWANEBxdi3XegJh8p55evUjCt4eB3l9TQHadpy3KTLmjU3fac8lR5YZMg6LzZDnCRW-4/s1537/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%201,%202026,%2005_48_10%20PM.png&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1537&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1023&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdaUlD1YvFyHbCIZfpgnCiRgxEbBnl75MdVLzdI3CFK7pFIYGG9u0iSx_gUFA6uriQuv5xEIn4pVXB3Q7nXQW_GEBH5LkB2UPDCauWuAW4zcP5Toh0ESFkpMwQWANEBxdi3XegJh8p55evUjCt4eB3l9TQHadpy3KTLmjU3fac8lR5YZMg6LzZDnCRW-4/w266-h400/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%201,%202026,%2005_48_10%20PM.png&quot; width=&quot;266&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span data-end=&quot;216&quot; data-start=&quot;172&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-end=&quot;144&quot; data-start=&quot;111&quot; face=&quot;Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span data-end=&quot;216&quot; data-start=&quot;172&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-end=&quot;144&quot; data-start=&quot;111&quot; face=&quot;Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;It&#39;s Okay&quot; ......&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span data-end=&quot;216&quot; data-start=&quot;172&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-end=&quot;144&quot; data-start=&quot;111&quot; face=&quot;Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While these pieces center on women, the language of emotion isn’t gendered...only the way we’re taught to express it.&amp;nbsp; A series hosted on The Happy News Lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;“It’s okay.” She says in a soft, almost easy way. No tension in her voice, no fight left in the room, and that’s exactly why you should pay attention.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Because when a woman says “It’s okay,” it usually means it’s not. What she means is: I didn’t like that, it mattered more than I’m letting on, but I’m choosing not to go there with you anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“It’s okay” is what replaces the conversation she decided not to have, and this isn’t her being understanding, it’s her withdrawing gracefully. She’s already explained, hinted, tried to bring it up in ways that didn’t start a fight, and somewhere along the line she got tired...tired of repeating herself, tired of feeling dismissed, tired of wondering if she’s asking for too much when deep down she knows she’s not. So now? “It’s okay.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But listen closely, because there’s a shift in that sentence...it’s no longer about you, it’s about her deciding what she’s willing to carry and what she’s slowly letting go of. Because when something truly feels okay, it doesn’t need to be said. “It’s okay” is what people say when they’re convincing themselves to accept something they didn’t want. And here’s where it changes everything: when she stops correcting, stops explaining, stops circling back to things that bothered her, she’s not becoming easier...she’s becoming less invested, less reactive, less open, less there. And it doesn’t happen all at once, it happens in small moments like this. “It’s okay.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The truth is, that sentence is often the beginning of emotional detachment, not loud, not dramatic, just quieter than before. 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&lt;p data-end=&quot;241&quot; data-start=&quot;218&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Do whatever you want.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;266&quot; data-start=&quot;243&quot;&gt;It sounds like freedom. It sounds like permission. Like she’s stepping back… being easy… not controlling.&amp;nbsp; But that’s not what it is. Not even close.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 data-end=&quot;422&quot; data-start=&quot;403&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;What she means:&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidoMtJBjBGJKHymu304RDVrkiTvmQmIfRqvaOUV2tvF3nynO9Q61aS-wgssDFUrj2yPp3A6SePfsMBrFIlMgNCLrq-lPVUvKeJZ4FYivJRaIE0ipbNoYEl3C12VbPSOF4grw1VrE4VCaeVusS-sVpmmjpns7ASolVoXXcIaNLYYRASiZQvqzt5z6RCWqU/s1254/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%201,%202026,%2007_56_39%20PM.png&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1254&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1254&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidoMtJBjBGJKHymu304RDVrkiTvmQmIfRqvaOUV2tvF3nynO9Q61aS-wgssDFUrj2yPp3A6SePfsMBrFIlMgNCLrq-lPVUvKeJZ4FYivJRaIE0ipbNoYEl3C12VbPSOF4grw1VrE4VCaeVusS-sVpmmjpns7ASolVoXXcIaNLYYRASiZQvqzt5z6RCWqU/s320/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%201,%202026,%2007_56_39%20PM.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;467&quot; data-start=&quot;424&quot;&gt;“I’ve already told you what matters to me.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;542&quot; data-start=&quot;469&quot;&gt;“And right now… I’m watching to see if &lt;em data-end=&quot;513&quot; data-start=&quot;508&quot;&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; care enough to consider it.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;619&quot; data-start=&quot;549&quot;&gt;Because a woman doesn’t say “Do whatever you want” out of nowhere. It usually comes &lt;em data-end=&quot;645&quot; data-start=&quot;638&quot;&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; something like:“I’d really like it if you came with me.” “That bothered me a little.” “Can we not do that tonight?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;852&quot; data-start=&quot;777&quot;&gt;And when those things are met with hesitation… resistance… or indifference…That’s when the shift happens.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;914&quot; data-start=&quot;891&quot;&gt;“Do whatever you want.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;954&quot; data-start=&quot;921&quot;&gt;It’s not control she’s giving up. It’s &lt;em data-end=&quot;970&quot; data-start=&quot;961&quot;&gt;effort.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;She’s stepping out of the role of trying to be heard…and stepping into observation. She is watching, not arguing, not convincing and not repeating herself again. Just… watching what you choose when you’re left to choose on your own.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 data-end=&quot;1254&quot; data-start=&quot;1218&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;And here’s the part people miss:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1299&quot; data-start=&quot;1256&quot;&gt;She already knows what she hopes you’ll do. She’s just no longer going to &lt;em data-end=&quot;1336&quot; data-start=&quot;1331&quot;&gt;ask&lt;/em&gt; for it. Because asking, again, starts to feel like begging and no one wants to feel like they have to beg to matter. So instead, she hands you the moment. Clean and simple. “Do whatever you want.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h3 data-end=&quot;1581&quot; data-start=&quot;1556&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;But here’s the truth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 data-end=&quot;1581&quot; data-start=&quot;1556&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;It’s a test without announcing it’s a test.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Not to trap you...but to &lt;em data-end=&quot;1671&quot; data-start=&quot;1654&quot;&gt;understand you, t&lt;/em&gt;o see if you consider her without being pushed. You remember what she said earlier.&amp;nbsp; You choose &lt;em data-end=&quot;1797&quot; data-start=&quot;1779&quot;&gt;with her in mind&lt;/em&gt;… or without her at all.&amp;nbsp;Because love, real love, isn’t just about what you say. It’s about what you choose when no one is forcing you and your choice tells her everything.&amp;nbsp;If you pause…if you circle back…if you say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 data-end=&quot;1581&quot; data-start=&quot;1556&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;“Hey… I know you said do whatever I want, but what do &lt;em data-end=&quot;2114&quot; data-start=&quot;2109&quot;&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; want?” You reopen the door but if you take it at face value…and walk straight through without looking back? She notices that too. She notices quietly and she adjusts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 data-end=&quot;1581&quot; data-start=&quot;1556&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Bottom line. “Do whatever you want” isn’t independence. It’s information gathering because she’s no longer trying to guide the moment…She’s trying to understand who you are&amp;nbsp;&lt;em data-end=&quot;2509&quot; data-start=&quot;2490&quot;&gt;without guidance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;ol data-end=&quot;2754&quot; data-start=&quot;2554&quot;&gt;&lt;li data-end=&quot;2632&quot; data-start=&quot;2554&quot;&gt;&lt;em data-end=&quot;2630&quot; data-start=&quot;2557&quot;&gt;“She said ‘Do whatever you want’… and then she watched what you chose.”&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li data-end=&quot;2703&quot; data-start=&quot;2633&quot;&gt;
&lt;em data-end=&quot;2701&quot; data-start=&quot;2636&quot;&gt;“That wasn’t permission… it was a window into your priorities.”&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li data-end=&quot;2754&quot; data-start=&quot;2704&quot;&gt;
&lt;em data-end=&quot;2754&quot; data-start=&quot;2707&quot;&gt;“When she stops asking, she starts learning.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/feeds/4996025560119379228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/05/what-women-say-what-they-mean-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/4996025560119379228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/4996025560119379228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/05/what-women-say-what-they-mean-do.html' title='What Women Say, What They Mean....   &quot;Do Whatever You Want&quot; by Julianna Rowe'/><author><name>Julianna Rowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555289943899585382</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/AVvXsEgZIx1L8oGbk5aY3aecRmiYOPtNmLWrmapEykRzDfU4_pGQkkUfYt5S1OA6il7QNCZawDmgjaH_oyXZ535mDOFYiv97Ki9lG_VPjaBasbElIJYrcFhYfTzkbfZiA8yD_Bw/s113/Diane22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidoMtJBjBGJKHymu304RDVrkiTvmQmIfRqvaOUV2tvF3nynO9Q61aS-wgssDFUrj2yPp3A6SePfsMBrFIlMgNCLrq-lPVUvKeJZ4FYivJRaIE0ipbNoYEl3C12VbPSOF4grw1VrE4VCaeVusS-sVpmmjpns7ASolVoXXcIaNLYYRASiZQvqzt5z6RCWqU/s72-c/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%201,%202026,%2007_56_39%20PM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3190914046415580017.post-5429233854074501275</id><published>2026-05-04T08:16:23.251-05:00</published><updated>2026-05-04T08:16:23.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;What Women Say That They Mean&quot;...&quot;I&#39;m Fine&quot;..  by Julianna Rowe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;What Women Say, That They Mean...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;144&quot; data-start=&quot;111&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;&quot;&gt;While these pieces center on women, the language of emotion isn’t gendered...only the way we’re taught to express it.&amp;nbsp; A series hosted on The Happy News Lady&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;h3 data-end=&quot;555&quot; data-start=&quot;527&quot;&gt;“I’m fine.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;When a woman says, “I’m fine,” it rarely has anything to do with actually being fine.&lt;/h3&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;974&quot; data-start=&quot;644&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikMc0K87xA76sQx0An_XjYLY3F_T3qT9S5LU3W19AbLcDsscCFM7cOOAxQV7rPdyLtGY9SJEEPZdIX-1nOjM0CphmhGjgkzsTlb2zImOVh7Bok_KYb_fkJyI4VLNgmNMnbZ0z6a-3jfgE7h3sL0Cf2L2HHuCkC9QoPlMGWSrvuc52ym2a6kZtftfCQzXw/s1254/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%201,%202026,%2006_06_22%20PM.png&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1254&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1254&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikMc0K87xA76sQx0An_XjYLY3F_T3qT9S5LU3W19AbLcDsscCFM7cOOAxQV7rPdyLtGY9SJEEPZdIX-1nOjM0CphmhGjgkzsTlb2zImOVh7Bok_KYb_fkJyI4VLNgmNMnbZ0z6a-3jfgE7h3sL0Cf2L2HHuCkC9QoPlMGWSrvuc52ym2a6kZtftfCQzXw/s320/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%201,%202026,%2006_06_22%20PM.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It’s not meant to deceive, and it’s not some calculated move. It’s a quiet shift that happens when she has already felt something...noticed something...and weighed whether it’s worth bringing up again. Often, it’s not the first time the thought has crossed her mind. It may not even be the first time she’s tried to put it into words.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1197&quot; data-start=&quot;976&quot;&gt;But when something is explained once… maybe twice… and doesn’t quite land, something changes. Not loudly and not dramatically but just enough for her to start questioning whether saying it again will make any difference at all.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1259&quot; data-start=&quot;1199&quot;&gt;So instead of opening that door again, she closes it gently.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;1478&quot; data-start=&quot;1261&quot;&gt;“I’m fine” becomes the answer that keeps the peace. The answer that avoids having to revisit a feeling that didn’t seem to matter the first time. It’s not that the feeling disappears...it doesn’t. It just goes unspoken.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1696&quot; data-start=&quot;1480&quot;&gt;Underneath those two simple words is often a moment she paused. A moment she considered saying, “That bothered me,” or “I felt something there,” or even just, “Did you notice that too?” But instead, she lets it pass.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1749&quot; data-start=&quot;1698&quot;&gt;Because sometimes the question isn’t how to say it. It’s whether she should have to. And over time, those small moments...left unspoken don’t disappear. They collect quietly. Without announcement until one day, the distance isn’t coming from something big… but from all the small things that were never fully heard.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;2086&quot; data-start=&quot;2017&quot;&gt;So when a woman says, “I’m fine,” it doesn’t mean everything is okay. It means she made a decision in that moment.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;2211&quot; data-start=&quot;2134&quot;&gt;A decision to say less…&lt;br data-end=&quot;2160&quot; data-start=&quot;2157&quot; /&gt;
because saying more didn’t seem to change anything.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;2293&quot; data-start=&quot;2236&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;2293&quot; data-start=&quot;2236&quot;&gt;We don’t always say more… we just say it differently.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/feeds/5429233854074501275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/05/what-women-say-that-they-meanim-fine-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/5429233854074501275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/5429233854074501275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/05/what-women-say-that-they-meanim-fine-by.html' title='&quot;What Women Say That They Mean&quot;...&quot;I&#39;m Fine&quot;..  by Julianna Rowe'/><author><name>Julianna Rowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555289943899585382</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/AVvXsEgZIx1L8oGbk5aY3aecRmiYOPtNmLWrmapEykRzDfU4_pGQkkUfYt5S1OA6il7QNCZawDmgjaH_oyXZ535mDOFYiv97Ki9lG_VPjaBasbElIJYrcFhYfTzkbfZiA8yD_Bw/s113/Diane22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikMc0K87xA76sQx0An_XjYLY3F_T3qT9S5LU3W19AbLcDsscCFM7cOOAxQV7rPdyLtGY9SJEEPZdIX-1nOjM0CphmhGjgkzsTlb2zImOVh7Bok_KYb_fkJyI4VLNgmNMnbZ0z6a-3jfgE7h3sL0Cf2L2HHuCkC9QoPlMGWSrvuc52ym2a6kZtftfCQzXw/s72-c/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%201,%202026,%2006_06_22%20PM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3190914046415580017.post-7512438167065398762</id><published>2026-05-01T19:48:00.711-05:00</published><updated>2026-05-24T19:37:28.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Women Say, That They Mean....   &quot;Something&#39;s Different&quot;  by  Julianna Rowe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;What Women Say, That They Mean.....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;SOMETHING&#39;S DIFFERENT&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwj890fpEW8geK0B-wnx3gJCLUeZlGIjYACLvw6NvWkAE7daQv_FOuo4BKTfmR4f9-RVnfPgQl7q79wpCgWqlfFNfzg5v1BCKLH_cuOPRLksnu3NhxBpBNHElLxni4JyU0DuuVE8ggOD8qrxSviL1UPZmZw9em-4thSORxIFpA62VJG4tPX6dM0SESh1E/s1254/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%2024,%202026,%2007_36_06%20PM.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1254&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1254&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwj890fpEW8geK0B-wnx3gJCLUeZlGIjYACLvw6NvWkAE7daQv_FOuo4BKTfmR4f9-RVnfPgQl7q79wpCgWqlfFNfzg5v1BCKLH_cuOPRLksnu3NhxBpBNHElLxni4JyU0DuuVE8ggOD8qrxSviL1UPZmZw9em-4thSORxIFpA62VJG4tPX6dM0SESh1E/s320/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%2024,%202026,%2007_36_06%20PM.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;“Something’s different.” It’s not loud. It’s not dramatic. It’s the kind of thought that shows up quietly and doesn’t leave. Because when a woman says that, she’s not guessing...she’s noticing a shift she can’t ignore anymore. What she means is: I’ve been paying attention.&amp;nbsp;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The way you respond, the way you reach for me, the way you don’t. The energy between us isn’t what it used to be, and even if nothing obvious has been said, I can feel it in the spaces in between. “Something’s different” is what she says when the patterns start to change, when consistency starts to slip, when what once felt natural now feels… uncertain. It’s not about one moment, it’s about all the small ones adding up. The conversations that don’t go as deep. The effort that doesn’t show up the same. The connection that feels just slightly out of reach. And here’s the part most people miss...she’s not looking for a problem. She’s trying to understand what changed before she has to accept that something did. Because once she says it out loud, once she allows herself to fully see it, she can’t pretend it’s not there anymore. Bottom line: “Something’s different” isn’t doubt...it’s recognition. She said something felt different… and she was already standing in the truth of it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1679&quot; data-start=&quot;1671&quot;&gt;&lt;em data-end=&quot;1971&quot; data-start=&quot;1951&quot;&gt;And I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/feeds/7512438167065398762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/05/what-women-say-that-they-mean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/7512438167065398762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/7512438167065398762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/05/what-women-say-that-they-mean.html' title='What Women Say, That They Mean....   &quot;Something&#39;s Different&quot;  by  Julianna Rowe'/><author><name>Julianna Rowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555289943899585382</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/AVvXsEgZIx1L8oGbk5aY3aecRmiYOPtNmLWrmapEykRzDfU4_pGQkkUfYt5S1OA6il7QNCZawDmgjaH_oyXZ535mDOFYiv97Ki9lG_VPjaBasbElIJYrcFhYfTzkbfZiA8yD_Bw/s113/Diane22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwj890fpEW8geK0B-wnx3gJCLUeZlGIjYACLvw6NvWkAE7daQv_FOuo4BKTfmR4f9-RVnfPgQl7q79wpCgWqlfFNfzg5v1BCKLH_cuOPRLksnu3NhxBpBNHElLxni4JyU0DuuVE8ggOD8qrxSviL1UPZmZw9em-4thSORxIFpA62VJG4tPX6dM0SESh1E/s72-c/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%2024,%202026,%2007_36_06%20PM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3190914046415580017.post-911891974755540790</id><published>2026-05-01T15:41:35.666-05:00</published><updated>2026-05-03T17:09:04.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;What Women Say That They Mean&quot;   Intro:  by Julianna Rowe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 data-end=&quot;146&quot; data-start=&quot;106&quot;&gt;&lt;span role=&quot;text&quot;&gt;&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;144&quot; data-start=&quot;111&quot;&gt;WHAT WOMEN SAY THAT THEY MEAN&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span role=&quot;text&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;144&quot; data-start=&quot;111&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYXZWe_-4wljcCoktG8NgjfuCYYAP8T0C_Ff5DBlqSMUh2MUvZvf4xdXPSuY9qKEpmPfjY8cuamTXF1tK8Gbb4EE-rSNbVnkkO-st1idoc3UXWTGMCDohmWJvf_CMtBKTjp8l231vW9wlZFojiUlnlSgKKFEsUwGtKuk-3YelBvCxPAyvT5E3dWOGDB2w/s1254/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%201,%202026,%2008_41_00%20AM.png&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1254&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1254&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYXZWe_-4wljcCoktG8NgjfuCYYAP8T0C_Ff5DBlqSMUh2MUvZvf4xdXPSuY9qKEpmPfjY8cuamTXF1tK8Gbb4EE-rSNbVnkkO-st1idoc3UXWTGMCDohmWJvf_CMtBKTjp8l231vW9wlZFojiUlnlSgKKFEsUwGtKuk-3YelBvCxPAyvT5E3dWOGDB2w/s320/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%201,%202026,%2008_41_00%20AM.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span role=&quot;text&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;144&quot; data-start=&quot;111&quot;&gt;While these pieces center on women, the language of emotion isn’t gendered...only the way we’re taught to express it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;197&quot; data-start=&quot;147&quot;&gt;Women don’t always say things the way people expect them to. Not because they&#39;re confusing or because they are playing games. But because so much of what they feel doesn’t fit into one clean sentence. So it comes out softer, and sometimes sideways and sometimes wrapped in humor, or patience, or silence. And if you’re not really listening…you might miss it completely. Because when a woman says something, there’s often more behind it than just the words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;197&quot; data-start=&quot;147&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;822&quot; data-start=&quot;669&quot;&gt;There’s what she’s thinking,and always what she is&amp;nbsp;feeling,&amp;nbsp;what she’s holding back, and what she’s hoping you understand without her having to explain it twice.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;856&quot; data-start=&quot;824&quot;&gt;This isn’t about decoding women. It’s about finally hearing them. Because what women say…they mean.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;968&quot; data-start=&quot;930&quot;&gt;Just not always in the way you expect.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1127&quot; data-start=&quot;1005&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;1060&quot; data-start=&quot;1008&quot;&gt;“We don’t say more… we just say it differently.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br data-end=&quot;1063&quot; data-start=&quot;1060&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2 data-end=&quot;1163&quot; data-start=&quot;1134&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/feeds/911891974755540790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/05/what-women-say-that-they-mean-intro-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/911891974755540790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/911891974755540790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/05/what-women-say-that-they-mean-intro-by.html' title='&quot;What Women Say That They Mean&quot;   Intro:  by Julianna Rowe'/><author><name>Julianna Rowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555289943899585382</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/AVvXsEgZIx1L8oGbk5aY3aecRmiYOPtNmLWrmapEykRzDfU4_pGQkkUfYt5S1OA6il7QNCZawDmgjaH_oyXZ535mDOFYiv97Ki9lG_VPjaBasbElIJYrcFhYfTzkbfZiA8yD_Bw/s113/Diane22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYXZWe_-4wljcCoktG8NgjfuCYYAP8T0C_Ff5DBlqSMUh2MUvZvf4xdXPSuY9qKEpmPfjY8cuamTXF1tK8Gbb4EE-rSNbVnkkO-st1idoc3UXWTGMCDohmWJvf_CMtBKTjp8l231vW9wlZFojiUlnlSgKKFEsUwGtKuk-3YelBvCxPAyvT5E3dWOGDB2w/s72-c/ChatGPT%20Image%20May%201,%202026,%2008_41_00%20AM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3190914046415580017.post-8666778285603205811</id><published>2026-04-29T07:53:26.786-05:00</published><updated>2026-04-29T07:53:26.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What We Quietly Accept  - by Julianna Rowe  April 26th, 2026</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;What We Quietly Accept by Julianna Rowe&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;April 26, 2026&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;(After reading and seeing things I almost wished I hadn’t)
But that would be selfish and ignoring as though I do not care and that is not
the case.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;There are things in this world we don’t look at too closely,
or possibly not close enough. Not because we don’t care… but because part of us
already knows that if we let ourselves really feel it, we won’t be able to
un-feel it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAuRBk2dvOn2Y2J-j2tMuagj8OqUcDFaX6T1_rj17HZxZSL9gOZs51F409F0i2kRaq5k7tQ1CCj2rFxANzPsRfV_xc9qSC16h2_WQ76Fb9ISgLgZ6CQ9Kw6Bdl2npce11PGeF8tlXJrnCDDhAq0YKq3dbX0h3hnu8o9lZZsxbr22LRnAd0R_iGEDobbXU/s1254/ChatGPT%20Image%20Apr%2026,%202026,%2003_43_01%20PM.png&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1254&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1254&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAuRBk2dvOn2Y2J-j2tMuagj8OqUcDFaX6T1_rj17HZxZSL9gOZs51F409F0i2kRaq5k7tQ1CCj2rFxANzPsRfV_xc9qSC16h2_WQ76Fb9ISgLgZ6CQ9Kw6Bdl2npce11PGeF8tlXJrnCDDhAq0YKq3dbX0h3hnu8o9lZZsxbr22LRnAd0R_iGEDobbXU/s320/ChatGPT%20Image%20Apr%2026,%202026,%2003_43_01%20PM.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I have been watching on the news for some time now about
beagle dogs being used in research here in Wisconsin. There are people trying
to stop it and many have been arrested for trying to force attention onto
something they believe should never be happening.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And here’s the part that sits even heavier. It’s
not always stopped right away… because much of it exists within a legal system
that allows it under certain conditions. That’s the truth most of us don’t
realize or don’t understand. It doesn’t mean people agree with it and it
doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt to hear or see. It just means change doesn’t come
as fast as our hearts want it to. And that’s a hard place to sit. Sometimes I
want to stop scrolling because lately… it’s not just one thing that causes my heart
and mind to seek some deeper help in understanding the horrible things humans
do. Yesterday, or I should say nearly daily, it is something. Yesterday it was people
being pulled from a building.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;There was
total chaos and fear. Families were being separated in a way that didn’t look
human in the moment it was happening. Yes, a different situation and a different
reason. Yet the same feeling. That sense of…Why? This feels so wrong… and why
can’t anyone stop it right now? So, we scroll past. We turn it off and tell
ourselves someone else will fix it. Because what else are we supposed to do
with something that big? But the uncomfortable truth is…a lot of things
continue not because people agree with them…but because most people never fully
look long enough to feel what they mean. We do this in more places than we like
to admit. We do it in relationships when something feels off but we explain it
away and or when words don’t match actions, but we wait and hope they will. When
silence replaces honesty… and we accept it because it’s easier than asking why.
And we do it in the world around us. Not out of cruelty… but out of distance because
once something becomes real…once it moves from information to feeling, it asks
something of us. Awareness has weight. And sometimes it feels like more than we
can carry. But here’s where I landed, sitting with all of this&lt;span face=&quot;Calibri, sans-serif&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;: Not being able to fix something immediately…doesn’t
mean we stop caring about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Not
understanding the legal system… doesn’t mean we accept everything it allows. And
feeling overwhelmed doesn’t mean we look away forever. Because if enough
people keep noticing, keep questioning, keep refusing to say “this is just how
it is” things do change. Maybe not overnight or as we want. But they don’t
change at all… if everyone decides it’s too much to feel. We don’t always look…because
part of us already knows we won’t forget it if we do. (And that is a seperate compartment of my brain that holds these horrors I can&#39;t forget.)&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;But maybe some things aren’t meant to be forgotten. -&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;J.R.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/feeds/8666778285603205811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/04/what-we-quietly-accept-by-julianna-rowe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/8666778285603205811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/8666778285603205811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/04/what-we-quietly-accept-by-julianna-rowe.html' title='What We Quietly Accept  - by Julianna Rowe  April 26th, 2026'/><author><name>Julianna Rowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555289943899585382</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/AVvXsEgZIx1L8oGbk5aY3aecRmiYOPtNmLWrmapEykRzDfU4_pGQkkUfYt5S1OA6il7QNCZawDmgjaH_oyXZ535mDOFYiv97Ki9lG_VPjaBasbElIJYrcFhYfTzkbfZiA8yD_Bw/s113/Diane22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAuRBk2dvOn2Y2J-j2tMuagj8OqUcDFaX6T1_rj17HZxZSL9gOZs51F409F0i2kRaq5k7tQ1CCj2rFxANzPsRfV_xc9qSC16h2_WQ76Fb9ISgLgZ6CQ9Kw6Bdl2npce11PGeF8tlXJrnCDDhAq0YKq3dbX0h3hnu8o9lZZsxbr22LRnAd0R_iGEDobbXU/s72-c/ChatGPT%20Image%20Apr%2026,%202026,%2003_43_01%20PM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3190914046415580017.post-4976951154414361522</id><published>2026-04-27T20:33:53.477-05:00</published><updated>2026-04-27T20:33:53.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Men Say When They Don&#39;t - SOME ENDINGS DON&#39;T COME WITH EXPLANATION by Julianna Rowe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: trebuchet;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-end=&quot;407&quot; data-start=&quot;312&quot;&gt;A series on language, clarity, and the quiet announcements people make before they disappear&lt;i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet;&quot;&gt;Hosted on&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;442&quot; data-start=&quot;419&quot; style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet;&quot;&gt;The Happy News Lady&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: 16.335px;&quot;&gt;While these pieces focus on&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;men, the language of avoidance isn’t gendered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: 16.335px;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;442&quot; data-start=&quot;419&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;ACT VI&amp;nbsp; The Truth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some Endings Don’t Come With an Explanation&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXfhNvU8TqX9AyHQsajr2lCC9vem8d2viG4iBDnrJUy1-2vV8amZj9d1kpoVMPdIpJj8QptU5Ieu2N-CIcNYkDJqNotTM4Mj4uE0pusVDL8DKaFh-CuLmIhZn21xsVtPgwTD-cCKrwERdsE7Oe4Ono1xH8-HH__PnY00j3P8RfE5GBYMiPWVcxMBcoj-4/s1536/ChatGPT%20Image%20Apr%2026,%202026,%2002_09_36%20PM.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1536&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1024&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXfhNvU8TqX9AyHQsajr2lCC9vem8d2viG4iBDnrJUy1-2vV8amZj9d1kpoVMPdIpJj8QptU5Ieu2N-CIcNYkDJqNotTM4Mj4uE0pusVDL8DKaFh-CuLmIhZn21xsVtPgwTD-cCKrwERdsE7Oe4Ono1xH8-HH__PnY00j3P8RfE5GBYMiPWVcxMBcoj-4/w266-h400/ChatGPT%20Image%20Apr%2026,%202026,%2002_09_36%20PM.png&quot; width=&quot;266&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Not every ending comes with answers or even a final
conversation, nor is there always a clear reason. &amp;nbsp;Everything suddenly does not or will not make
sense. Most of the time it’s a mere shift and the person needing distance. Many
times, silence occurs that wasn’t there before and you’re left sitting in it trying
to piece it together. What happened? What changed? Was it something you did? You
run those numerations through your mind. The thoughts enter that the last time
you all interacted things felt normal. You continue looking for something you
missed, but sometimes… there is nothing to find because some endings don’t come
with clarity. They come with absence. With someone slowly pulling away, effort
no longer being returned, and with a connection that quietly …. stops.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;And that’s the hardest part. Not the ending itself…but not
understanding it because we’re taught that everything should have a reason. That
if we just look hard enough, we’ll find the answer. But not everything explains
itself. Some people don’t have the words or the courage. Some don’t even fully
understand it themselves and then they leave…without explanation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Eventually, you realize: The ending is the explanation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;The ending is the silence and the change. That’s your
answer. It may not feel satisfying and surely not fair. But it’s real and real
is what allows you to move forward. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Some endings don’t come with answers… just the clarity of
what is no longer there.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is the end of the Series What Men Say When They Don&#39;t hosted on www.TheHappyNewsLady&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;post-body entry-content&quot; id=&quot;post-body-1809363281487001386&quot; itemprop=&quot;description articleBody&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 888px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-size: 14.85px;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;442&quot; data-start=&quot;419&quot; style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/feeds/4976951154414361522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/04/what-men-say-when-they-dont-some.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/4976951154414361522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/4976951154414361522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/04/what-men-say-when-they-dont-some.html' title='What Men Say When They Don&#39;t - SOME ENDINGS DON&#39;T COME WITH EXPLANATION by Julianna Rowe'/><author><name>Julianna Rowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555289943899585382</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/AVvXsEgZIx1L8oGbk5aY3aecRmiYOPtNmLWrmapEykRzDfU4_pGQkkUfYt5S1OA6il7QNCZawDmgjaH_oyXZ535mDOFYiv97Ki9lG_VPjaBasbElIJYrcFhYfTzkbfZiA8yD_Bw/s113/Diane22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXfhNvU8TqX9AyHQsajr2lCC9vem8d2viG4iBDnrJUy1-2vV8amZj9d1kpoVMPdIpJj8QptU5Ieu2N-CIcNYkDJqNotTM4Mj4uE0pusVDL8DKaFh-CuLmIhZn21xsVtPgwTD-cCKrwERdsE7Oe4Ono1xH8-HH__PnY00j3P8RfE5GBYMiPWVcxMBcoj-4/s72-w266-h400-c/ChatGPT%20Image%20Apr%2026,%202026,%2002_09_36%20PM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3190914046415580017.post-5240624977674600622</id><published>2026-04-24T16:45:07.082-05:00</published><updated>2026-04-24T16:45:07.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Men Say When They Don&#39;t... CLOSUR ISN&#39;T ALWAYS A CONVERSATION - by Julianna Rowe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/04/what-men-say-when-they-dontact-vi-truth.html&quot; style=&quot;color: #336699; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; text-decoration-line: none;&quot;&gt;What Men Say When They Don&#39;t........&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;post-header&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5px; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;post-header-line-1&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;post-body entry-content&quot; id=&quot;post-body-1809363281487001386&quot; itemprop=&quot;description articleBody&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 888px;&quot;&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-size: 14.85px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;ACT VI&amp;nbsp; The Truth&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-end=&quot;407&quot; data-start=&quot;312&quot;&gt;A series on language, clarity, and the quiet announcements people make before they disappear&lt;i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet;&quot;&gt;Hosted on&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;442&quot; data-start=&quot;419&quot; style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet;&quot;&gt;The Happy News Lady&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-size: 14.85px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: 16.335px;&quot;&gt;While these pieces focus on&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;men, the language of avoidance isn’t gendered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: 16.335px;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;442&quot; data-start=&quot;419&quot; style=&quot;background-color: transparent;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;258&quot; data-start=&quot;219&quot; style=&quot;background-color: transparent;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Closure Isn’t Always a Conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;288&quot; data-start=&quot;260&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUFrc_e1l4f6S8NKrPi_bjDhOHhnRAhkrAbvl0yFZybLUFTioksmoQjp3ihE9Oofj4bj42OxYQoouBGoumY_OY4p61X8Fp5imAna8-CqV7LGsk7WIGSZiS-CsQH0BraSvW9FgF20-1RDGUt7iHI0bkb7q5sGrophqUbCyS9vAnQbWpaT0TP_kPAPlVLcY/s1536/Contemplative%20moment%20in%20soft%20light.png&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1536&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1024&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUFrc_e1l4f6S8NKrPi_bjDhOHhnRAhkrAbvl0yFZybLUFTioksmoQjp3ihE9Oofj4bj42OxYQoouBGoumY_OY4p61X8Fp5imAna8-CqV7LGsk7WIGSZiS-CsQH0BraSvW9FgF20-1RDGUt7iHI0bkb7q5sGrophqUbCyS9vAnQbWpaT0TP_kPAPlVLcY/w266-h400/Contemplative%20moment%20in%20soft%20light.png&quot; width=&quot;266&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We love the idea of closure. You know, the final talk with a possible clean ending with an explanation that ties everything together.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Believing that something that makes it all makes sense.&amp;nbsp; But most of the time.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s not how it works.&amp;nbsp; There is no final conversation or moment where both people sit down, speak honestly, and walk away understanding everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What really happens is:&amp;nbsp; There&#39;s just silence and distance and a slow fading of what once was.&amp;nbsp; And that silence can be louder than any words because you&#39;re left with questions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em data-end=&quot;767&quot; data-start=&quot;745&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em data-end=&quot;767&quot; data-start=&quot;745&quot;&gt;Why did this happen?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em data-end=&quot;795&quot; data-start=&quot;772&quot;&gt;Did it mean anything?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em data-end=&quot;828&quot; data-start=&quot;800&quot;&gt;Did they ever really care?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;845&quot; data-start=&quot;832&quot;&gt;And then you wait…Thinking closure is something that will come from them. But it doesn’t because closure was never theirs to give.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;996&quot; data-start=&quot;969&quot;&gt;At some point, you realize: You already know everything you need to know.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1097&quot; data-start=&quot;1047&quot;&gt;Not from what they said…But from what they did and what they didn’t do, and then what stopped, what changed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1200&quot; data-start=&quot;1171&quot;&gt;Closure isn’t a conversation, it’s a decision. It’s the moment you stop replaying, quetioning, and waiting.It’s the moment you say:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1339&quot; data-start=&quot;1315&quot;&gt;&lt;em data-end=&quot;1339&quot; data-start=&quot;1315&quot;&gt;“I understand enough.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1424&quot; data-start=&quot;1341&quot;&gt;I understand enough to let go, enough to move forward, and enough to stop needing anything more. Because if someone wanted to give you clarity…They would have.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2 data-end=&quot;1522&quot; data-start=&quot;1502&quot;&gt;&lt;em data-end=&quot;1618&quot; data-start=&quot;1524&quot;&gt;“Closure isn’t something they give you… it’s something you choose when you’re done waiting.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;1618&quot; data-start=&quot;1524&quot;&gt;&lt;em data-end=&quot;1618&quot; data-start=&quot;1524&quot;&gt;“He didn’t lose me. He just met the version of me that doesn’t wait anymore.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/feeds/5240624977674600622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/04/what-men-say-when-they-dont-closur-isnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/5240624977674600622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/5240624977674600622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/04/what-men-say-when-they-dont-closur-isnt.html' title='What Men Say When They Don&#39;t... CLOSUR ISN&#39;T ALWAYS A CONVERSATION - by Julianna Rowe'/><author><name>Julianna Rowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555289943899585382</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/AVvXsEgZIx1L8oGbk5aY3aecRmiYOPtNmLWrmapEykRzDfU4_pGQkkUfYt5S1OA6il7QNCZawDmgjaH_oyXZ535mDOFYiv97Ki9lG_VPjaBasbElIJYrcFhYfTzkbfZiA8yD_Bw/s113/Diane22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUFrc_e1l4f6S8NKrPi_bjDhOHhnRAhkrAbvl0yFZybLUFTioksmoQjp3ihE9Oofj4bj42OxYQoouBGoumY_OY4p61X8Fp5imAna8-CqV7LGsk7WIGSZiS-CsQH0BraSvW9FgF20-1RDGUt7iHI0bkb7q5sGrophqUbCyS9vAnQbWpaT0TP_kPAPlVLcY/s72-w266-h400-c/Contemplative%20moment%20in%20soft%20light.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3190914046415580017.post-5126087278238638823</id><published>2026-04-22T08:55:12.739-05:00</published><updated>2026-04-22T08:55:12.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Men Say When They Don&#39;t.....I CHOOSE PEACE OVER POTENTIAL by Julianna Rowe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; ACT VI&amp;nbsp; Truth:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/04/what-men-say-when-they-dontact-vi-truth.html&quot; style=&quot;color: #336699; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; text-decoration-line: none;&quot;&gt;What Men Say When They Don&#39;t........&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;post-body entry-content&quot; id=&quot;post-body-1809363281487001386&quot; itemprop=&quot;description articleBody&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 888px;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14.85px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span data-end=&quot;407&quot; data-start=&quot;312&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;A series on language, clarity, and the quiet announcements people make before they&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-end=&quot;407&quot; data-start=&quot;312&quot;&gt;disappear&lt;i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet;&quot;&gt;Hosted on&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;442&quot; data-start=&quot;419&quot; style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet;&quot;&gt;The Happy News Lady&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times;&quot;&gt;While these pieces focus on&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;men, the language of avoidance isn’t gendered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: times;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;442&quot; data-start=&quot;419&quot; style=&quot;background-color: transparent;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;333&quot; data-start=&quot;300&quot; style=&quot;background-color: transparent;&quot;&gt;I Choose Peace Over Potential&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;388&quot; data-start=&quot;335&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSYrNn_93emmA0KBTqYvpm3G5DG9zYDpKIuXtJfqDdswcDzAhsizHRctBGxaukaRTDD4_X7jK7MISY1bRIQ48saD_y6_lO-1IdPs_93OdCU_Qr55alJJ0TMYvw0nbcvZNTQxNnid52tl7UiHnEd6FHNIrCJI8CdBwFlXS15e0V57L4FE-ju8cYJ3bARzs/s1536/Sunset%20serenity%20with%20loyal%20companion.png&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1536&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1024&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSYrNn_93emmA0KBTqYvpm3G5DG9zYDpKIuXtJfqDdswcDzAhsizHRctBGxaukaRTDD4_X7jK7MISY1bRIQ48saD_y6_lO-1IdPs_93OdCU_Qr55alJJ0TMYvw0nbcvZNTQxNnid52tl7UiHnEd6FHNIrCJI8CdBwFlXS15e0V57L4FE-ju8cYJ3bARzs/w266-h400/Sunset%20serenity%20with%20loyal%20companion.png&quot; width=&quot;266&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There was a time when potential felt like everything.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;473&quot; data-start=&quot;390&quot;&gt;What something &lt;em data-end=&quot;416&quot; data-start=&quot;405&quot;&gt;could be,&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em data-end=&quot;447&quot; data-start=&quot;432&quot;&gt;might become, or what it almost was.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;473&quot; data-start=&quot;390&quot;&gt;You held onto that, you believed in it, and you invested in it. Because potential is powerful. It keeps you hopeful and it keeps you trying. But it also keeps you STUCK.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;621&quot; data-start=&quot;544&quot;&gt;Because potential isn’t real. It’s only a possibility. Its only a maybe or a someday. And someday has a way of never arriving.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;839&quot; data-start=&quot;772&quot;&gt;So you wait and you explain. Then you adjust and then you give a little more. All the while thinking:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;889&quot; data-start=&quot;841&quot;&gt;
&lt;em data-end=&quot;889&quot; data-start=&quot;851&quot;&gt;“If I just hang on a little longer…”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;920&quot; data-start=&quot;891&quot;&gt;But peace doesn’t live there. Peace doesn’t come from hoping someone becomes who you need them to be. Peace comes from accepting who they already are right now. Not the version you imagined nor the version you hoped for. Especially not the version you tried to help them become.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1192&quot; data-start=&quot;1171&quot;&gt;The version they are. And when that version no longer aligns with you…That’s your answer. It’s not giving up. It’s not failure. It’s clarity.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote data-end=&quot;1413&quot; data-start=&quot;1321&quot;&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1413&quot; data-start=&quot;1323&quot;&gt;Choosing peace doesn’t mean you didn’t care.&lt;br data-end=&quot;1370&quot; data-start=&quot;1367&quot; /&gt;
It means you care about yourself now too.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1437&quot; data-start=&quot;1420&quot;&gt;&lt;em data-end=&quot;1494&quot; data-start=&quot;1439&quot;&gt;“I didn’t lose the potential… I chose peace instead.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/feeds/5126087278238638823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/04/what-men-say-when-they-donti-choose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/5126087278238638823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/5126087278238638823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/04/what-men-say-when-they-donti-choose.html' title='What Men Say When They Don&#39;t.....I CHOOSE PEACE OVER POTENTIAL by Julianna Rowe'/><author><name>Julianna Rowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555289943899585382</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/AVvXsEgZIx1L8oGbk5aY3aecRmiYOPtNmLWrmapEykRzDfU4_pGQkkUfYt5S1OA6il7QNCZawDmgjaH_oyXZ535mDOFYiv97Ki9lG_VPjaBasbElIJYrcFhYfTzkbfZiA8yD_Bw/s113/Diane22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSYrNn_93emmA0KBTqYvpm3G5DG9zYDpKIuXtJfqDdswcDzAhsizHRctBGxaukaRTDD4_X7jK7MISY1bRIQ48saD_y6_lO-1IdPs_93OdCU_Qr55alJJ0TMYvw0nbcvZNTQxNnid52tl7UiHnEd6FHNIrCJI8CdBwFlXS15e0V57L4FE-ju8cYJ3bARzs/s72-w266-h400-c/Sunset%20serenity%20with%20loyal%20companion.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3190914046415580017.post-8244699024958175831</id><published>2026-04-20T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2026-04-20T11:19:38.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Men Say When They Don&#39;t.........THIS IS ME LETTING GO - by Julianna Rowe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/04/what-men-say-when-they-dontact-vi-truth.html&quot; style=&quot;color: #336699; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; text-decoration-line: none;&quot;&gt;What Men Say When They Don&#39;t........&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 18px;&quot;&gt;THIS IS ME LETTING GO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;post-header&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #999999; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5px; line-height: 1.6; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;post-header-line-1&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;post-body entry-content&quot; id=&quot;post-body-1809363281487001386&quot; itemprop=&quot;description articleBody&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 888px;&quot;&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;ACT VI&amp;nbsp; The Truth&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-end=&quot;407&quot; data-start=&quot;312&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;A series on language, clarity, and the quiet announcements&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-end=&quot;407&quot; data-start=&quot;312&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;people make before they disappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span data-end=&quot;407&quot; data-start=&quot;312&quot; style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;While these pieces focus on&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;men, the language of avoidance isn’t gendered.&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;442&quot; data-start=&quot;419&quot; style=&quot;background-color: transparent;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span data-end=&quot;407&quot; data-start=&quot;312&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Hosted on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;442&quot; data-start=&quot;419&quot; style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The Happy News Lady&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUOS4k_A07eFctL2tWAaMfpKU-syrb6Cxr9c24qkf-vPl0QqQCiFTo2bp8BKA2HRPbqSq134baZaxQf95IXHurC3_JSZC-qgcwS085x1flsjDy6x4wQwjWinLIW7AhojHAfhLDWTa_Jxk1QUXzXlQeUDuVFxKdyb9hR4ITzqPBPXGUErhtyzahQVCP9a8/s1536/ChatGPT%20Image%20Apr%2019,%202026,%2006_33_04%20PM.png&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1536&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1024&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUOS4k_A07eFctL2tWAaMfpKU-syrb6Cxr9c24qkf-vPl0QqQCiFTo2bp8BKA2HRPbqSq134baZaxQf95IXHurC3_JSZC-qgcwS085x1flsjDy6x4wQwjWinLIW7AhojHAfhLDWTa_Jxk1QUXzXlQeUDuVFxKdyb9hR4ITzqPBPXGUErhtyzahQVCP9a8/w266-h400/ChatGPT%20Image%20Apr%2019,%202026,%2006_33_04%20PM.png&quot; width=&quot;266&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 data-end=&quot;370&quot; data-start=&quot;338&quot;&gt;&lt;span role=&quot;text&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;368&quot; data-start=&quot;343&quot;&gt;This Is Me or You Letting Go:&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;390&quot; data-start=&quot;371&quot;&gt;There’s no speech.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;There is no final explantion and no last attempt to be understood.&amp;nbsp; Just a quiet decision that doesn&#39;t need to be announced.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;390&quot; data-start=&quot;371&quot;&gt;I&#39;m not letting go because I stopped caring. I&#39;m letting go because I finally started caring about myself more. There is no anger or blame.&amp;nbsp; Just clarity that arrived when I stopped arguing with what was right in front of me.&amp;nbsp; This isn&#39;t dramatic or loud.&amp;nbsp; It is just done.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;469&quot; data-start=&quot;412&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;580&quot; data-start=&quot;536&quot;&gt;&lt;em data-end=&quot;952&quot; data-start=&quot;887&quot;&gt;“You don’t always get closure. Sometimes you just get clarity.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p data-end=&quot;580&quot; data-start=&quot;536&quot;&gt;&lt;em data-end=&quot;952&quot; data-start=&quot;887&quot;&gt;“Sometimes the answer isn’t harsh. It’s just quiet. And that’s enough.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;993&quot; data-start=&quot;959&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;“He didn’t lose me. He just met the version of me that doesn’t wait anymore.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/feeds/8244699024958175831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/04/what-men-say-when-they-dontthis-is-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/8244699024958175831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3190914046415580017/posts/default/8244699024958175831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thehappynewslady.com/2026/04/what-men-say-when-they-dontthis-is-me.html' title='What Men Say When They Don&#39;t.........THIS IS ME LETTING GO - by Julianna Rowe'/><author><name>Julianna Rowe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16555289943899585382</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/AVvXsEgZIx1L8oGbk5aY3aecRmiYOPtNmLWrmapEykRzDfU4_pGQkkUfYt5S1OA6il7QNCZawDmgjaH_oyXZ535mDOFYiv97Ki9lG_VPjaBasbElIJYrcFhYfTzkbfZiA8yD_Bw/s113/Diane22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUOS4k_A07eFctL2tWAaMfpKU-syrb6Cxr9c24qkf-vPl0QqQCiFTo2bp8BKA2HRPbqSq134baZaxQf95IXHurC3_JSZC-qgcwS085x1flsjDy6x4wQwjWinLIW7AhojHAfhLDWTa_Jxk1QUXzXlQeUDuVFxKdyb9hR4ITzqPBPXGUErhtyzahQVCP9a8/s72-w266-h400-c/ChatGPT%20Image%20Apr%2019,%202026,%2006_33_04%20PM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3190914046415580017.post-8780001785156015863</id><published>2026-04-17T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2026-04-17T16:10:05.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Men Say When They Don&#39;t.......BELIEVE WHAT THEY DO - by Julianna Rowe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;ACT VI&amp;nbsp; The Truth -&amp;nbsp; Believe What They Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14.85px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span data-end=&quot;407&quot; data-start=&quot;312&quot;&gt;A series on language, clarity, and the quiet announcements people make before they disappear&lt;i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-size: 14.85px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Hosted on&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;442&quot; data-start=&quot;419&quot; style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The Happy News Lady&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2 data-end=&quot;208&quot; data-start=&quot;179&quot;&gt;&lt;span role=&quot;text&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;206&quot; data-start=&quot;182&quot;&gt;Believe What They Do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;p data-end=&quot;319&quot; data-start=&quot;251&quot;&gt;“I care about you.”&lt;br data-end=&quot;273&quot; data-start=&quot;270&quot; /&gt;
“I miss you.”&lt;br data-end=&quot;289&quot; data-start=&quot;286&quot; /&gt;
“I want this.”&lt;br data-end=&quot;306&quot; data-start=&quot;303&quot; /&gt;
“I’m trying.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;357&quot; data-start=&quot;321&quot;&gt;And for a while…you believe them. Because the words sound right and they feel right. They also give you just enough hope to stay a little longer, to try a little harder and to explain a little more. But something doesn’t line up. The effort isn’t there and the follow-through is inconsistent. The presence comes and goes. And you start doing what we all do when words and behavior don’t match.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;748&quot; data-start=&quot;724&quot;&gt;You listen to the words because they’re easier to hold onto than the truth sitting right in front of you.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;875&quot; data-start=&quot;840&quot;&gt;But here’s what Act VI teaches you:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;892&quot; data-start=&quot;877&quot;&gt;Words are easy. They don’t require timing. They don’t require effort. They don’t require showing up when it’s inconvenient but behavior does. Behavior tells the truth without asking for permission.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1095&quot; data-start=&quot;1082&quot;&gt;It shows you: where you rank - what they prioritize - how much they’re willing to give. Not in theory… but in real time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1286&quot; data-start=&quot;1219&quot;&gt;So when someone says they care, but disappears when it matters…When they say they want you, but don’t choose you consistently. When they promise, but don’t follow through. They’re not sending mixed signals. They’re sending a clear message you’ve been trying not to read.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1572&quot; data-start=&quot;1513&quot;&gt;And the shift. The real shift, comes when you stop asking:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1623&quot; data-start=&quot;1574&quot;&gt;“Why would they say this if they didn’t mean it?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1642&quot; data-start=&quot;1625&quot;&gt;And start asking:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1699&quot; data-start=&quot;1644&quot;&gt;“Why doesn’t their behavior match what they’re saying?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1736&quot; data-start=&quot;1701&quot;&gt;Because that’s where the answer is. Not in the words. In the pattern.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1836&quot; data-start=&quot;1779&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Act VI doesn’t chase clarity anymore.&lt;br data-end=&quot;1819&quot; data-start=&quot;1816&quot; /&gt;
It recognizes it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1936&quot; data-start=&quot;1838&quot;&gt;You don’t argue with inconsistency.&lt;br data-end=&quot;1876&quot; data-start=&quot;1873&quot; /&gt;
You don’t translate excuses.&lt;br data-end=&quot;1907&quot; data-start=&quot;1904&quot; /&gt;
You don’t wait for alignment.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;1950&quot; data-start=&quot;1938&quot;&gt;You observe. And then…you believe what you see. Because the truth is simple, even when it hurts:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;2129&quot; data-start=&quot;2046&quot;&gt;&lt;strong data-end=&quot;2129&quot; data-start=&quot;2046&quot;&gt;People don’t treat you the way they feel.&lt;br data-end=&quot;2092&quot; data-start=&quot;2089&quot; /&gt;
They treat you the way they choose.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;And once you understand that.....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p data-end=&quot;2234&quot; data-start=&quot;2162&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;You stop listening to what they say, and start believing what they do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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