tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post8680120834123690543..comments2024-03-28T09:51:50.148-04:00Comments on Bless Our Hearts: Real/Not Real/Look/Don't Touch/I'm OkayMs. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-84904034302657644372016-07-08T13:49:31.828-04:002016-07-08T13:49:31.828-04:00Your writing is searingly truthful and human and t...Your writing is searingly truthful and human and that makes it so beautiful.<br />I have a slut woman in my life too. She slept with my husband two months after we were married. I didn't know. She kept calling me to ask how things were going with the new marriage. I trusted her and told her.<br />She had been my best friend since freshman year in high school.<br />I think if I saw her now, that I would just look deep into her eyes for any trace of a human being and then turn and walk away from the empty, false and ugly darkness. And then I would try to forgive her as I have for the more than 36 years that I have been working on it and know that I had gotten one inch closer to a lifelong ending.<br />Thank you for writing this, it salves some pain. But I am sorry for yours - you are a good, good woman.xlivhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00091094639074377780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-27867481038545906712016-07-08T10:26:06.501-04:002016-07-08T10:26:06.501-04:00Oh Mary, I know. re-entry is a bitch. I too took...Oh Mary, I know. re-entry is a bitch. I too took days to fully be here, writing out my memories and experiences, body back but mind still in Scotland loathe to let it go.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-85657253124322241302016-07-07T18:05:55.512-04:002016-07-07T18:05:55.512-04:00Such flowers you've planted, Mary. Their beaut...Such flowers you've planted, Mary. Their beauty and fragrance reaches all the way across the world. Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08988685736635515808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-7150409831183444202016-07-07T15:16:34.658-04:002016-07-07T15:16:34.658-04:00I love your writing.
We all have a little Lloydit...I love your writing.<br /><br />We all have a little Lloydita in us -- even us guys! -- perhaps with different circumstances but similar surges of feeling. I don't blame you for just wanting to get the hell out of there. I like Elizabeth's observation that she may have been a vessel for your own dissatisfaction. I have to keep that in mind the next time I go through a Lloydita-like moment.Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-86600540949126833112016-07-06T22:56:43.638-04:002016-07-06T22:56:43.638-04:00Omg this is fantastic! I love Lloydita as much as ...Omg this is fantastic! I love Lloydita as much as the sunflower lady, they need each other. And also that Loydita passage reminded me of your short stories and how I can ride them like a wave wanting to just keep going, wanting to see where it goes, and what a voice you have, somehow I know Lloydita and I trust her to her core. 37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-25567296051609212112016-07-06T21:24:31.587-04:002016-07-06T21:24:31.587-04:00Ugh. And hooray for tiny women who rise above thei...Ugh. And hooray for tiny women who rise above their circumstances and find beauty. Ashleynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-33676642023522392552016-07-06T19:39:00.022-04:002016-07-06T19:39:00.022-04:00Sabine- I sure as hell will. Thank you.
A- Me to...Sabine- I sure as hell will. Thank you. <br /><br />A- Me too.<br /><br />Not Blank- "Hello Ho" is all I need to remember. Thank you!<br /><br />Birdie- I'm sort of like that too and there is nothing wrong with it in my opinion. If you ate a berry from the woods that made you sick and then you ate it again and it made you sick and then you ate it again...and it made you sick...would you eat it again? Only if you were insane. <br />We may be crazy, woman, but we are not insane. No need to worry about the source of the poison. We just have to avoid it. <br /><br />Catrina- YOU are my hero. Thank you. And she didn't make a fool of you. She made a slut of herself. <br /><br />Rebecca- God, how I love you. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-51936971760949869602016-07-06T19:17:50.455-04:002016-07-06T19:17:50.455-04:00I would have stuck a shiv in her neck for you.
Lov...I would have stuck a shiv in her neck for you.<br />Love<br />Rebecca The Not ZenRadish Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06534752971317927559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-81399454284894014902016-07-06T16:21:23.406-04:002016-07-06T16:21:23.406-04:00You are a better woman (and human being) than I. ...You are a better woman (and human being) than I. I have found that appearing incredulous has always been my best tack. My ex, with whom I had no children or reason to ever see again after the divorce, was quite the ladies' man. One of the women he sampled approached me at an event a few years later, acting like we were still friends, and asking about him. She did it with that fake sweetness and that look on her face that I just wanted to slap off. But since we were in the company of others, my only response was, 'where did you find the audacity to ask me about the married man you slept with?' Of course, it's always best to stick around and see if they'll answer. She didn't, but seemed to be embarrassed. I know that's not the Kumbaya way to handle things, but I was more upset about having been made a fool of than her sleeping with him.Catrinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17408495829569772826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-74725100129075268452016-07-06T15:17:18.978-04:002016-07-06T15:17:18.978-04:00Oh, Mary. This post. It is so beautiful.
You men...Oh, Mary. This post. It is so beautiful. <br /><br />You mentioned in a comment on my blog that those of us who suffer most from “feelings” also get to glory most in feelings. This is one of the few things I know for a fact about my life. There are no words to describe the intensity of my feelings for love and joy and sorrow and grief. But I can also dislike intensely. No, I am softening those words. I have four people in my life that I hate. I don't want anything bad to happen to them but they bring out the worst and ugliest part of me. Nobody just ends up there. It comes from years of treating me like garbage. I take and take it and take it for so long (years!) and then one day I am done. Done. The casket is not only closed it is nailed shut with every time I was mistreated. There is no way to open it again. There are dead to me. Even if they came and apologized I would never give them space in my life because I know that they are not good people. They are people that manipulate, gossip and lie and use others for their own benefit. Sociopaths/Psychopaths? Probably. I wish I didn't have feelings like this but they are there. Birdiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03479872783727855901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-59761261063811681292016-07-06T14:31:19.001-04:002016-07-06T14:31:19.001-04:00So next time you see the Ho say, "hello Ho wh...So next time you see the Ho say, "hello Ho who slept with my EX and now wants to gossip about him! I have nothing to say to you. Get out of the way." Or something like that. I have entire conversations planned out in case I run into certain people, most of them go unsaid. Not Blankhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13716297872795898561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-68622520297864171082016-07-06T14:27:55.035-04:002016-07-06T14:27:55.035-04:00I vote for the tiny woman and the sunflowers.I vote for the tiny woman and the sunflowers.Ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06318174928862120631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-66184022223747798442016-07-06T12:44:17.297-04:002016-07-06T12:44:17.297-04:00Next time you meet Lloydita and Sunflower woman, t...Next time you meet Lloydita and Sunflower woman, tell them that they are doing great and that I said hello.Sabinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09015827501648296977noreply@blogger.com