some advice i gave a really Amazing person (you hear me? A-mazing).
when we break up with someone- a friend or a significant other- it tests our will- sure in the long run you will build strength and character (oh joy!) but in the moment you are suffering extreme pain— and it is no fun (At all). everything becomes a struggle. you are in the midst of this right now. it’s going to take time- and yes a bit of an effort on your part (but i can see you are not quite ready to put forth much effort- and that’s ok)…
not going to call this the most solid advice but hell i’m still standing, right? and so…when my boyfriend and i broke up i listened to tons of sad tracks (and our songs), i wrote him letters that were never sent, i cried…and then cried some more.
you need to let it out- give yourself the time you need to heal- if that time exceeds 2 weeks- get off your ass and start healing yourself. i gave myself time- i allowed it to sink in, to become real, i allowed myself to vent my sadness to, well, whoever would listen. i wrote. a lot. and when that time was up i got off my ass and made an effort to heal- and i did. in one day? no. that took time too.
as with everything we want the quick fixes, instant gratification. i need to be an honest friend and helper and let you know that is not possible- that will not happen if true love did once exist.
allow yourself to grieve…and forgive yourself for caring trying and loving- you are a beautiful person and i know it will be ok- in my heart i know this- but you need to know this. and in due time, you will.
I’m ready. Men use this to indicate they are “ready.”
Nothing. This literally means “nothing.” We’re not desperately holding anything emotional in, we just want you to drop whatever it is that you’re babbling about so we can get back to the television without distraction.
Go Ahead. This is loving encouragement, not a dare. Please do it!
Loud Sigh. This has nothing to do with you. We’re likely frustrated that we can’t get some shit to work right.
That’s Okay. This means that it’s okay.
Thanks. This means thanks.
Whatever. This means whatever.
Don’t worry about it. This means that you shouldn’t worry about it.
(1) Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.
(2) Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.
(3) Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.
(4) Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission. Don’t Do It!
(5) Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.)
(6) That’s Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a woman can make to a man. That’s okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.
(7) Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or Faint. Just say you’re welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless she says “Thanks a lot” - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say “you’re welcome” … that will bring on a “whatever”).
(8) Whatever: Is a women’s way of saying F@!K YOU!
(9) Don’t worry about it, I got it: Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking “What’s wrong?” For the woman’s response refer to # 3.
“At this moment there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just not facing the truth. Some are evil men, at war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. Six billion people in the world, six billion souls. And sometimes… all you need is one.”—
I had this LITTLE problem with my sugar level the other night…okay, I had a brown-out. But now, at every little noise I make, my mom will come in with this worried look on her face and ask me if I’m okay. I enjoyed it for the first two giggles and a cough but then it just got a little annoying…
In sort-of response to thillythenny’s entry …My paternal grandmother was diagnosed with breast cancer 10 years ago and died from it but hers wasnt the kind that was genetic. Also my maternal grandmother was diagnosed with breast cancer 8 years ago and her biopsy showed that hers was the kind that was. Because of that my mom was tested for the genetic trait for breast cancer and she didnt have it, but the oncologists told her that most likely it would skip a generation, and you know what that means… Then several years ago my grandmother found and met her 5 half-sisters for the first time and since then, 4 of them have been diagnosed with the same kind of breast cancer as my grandmother.
Knowing all that my mom and I decided that it would be best to be tested for BRCA1 and 2. We found out that I have the BRCA1 gene, that means I have a 36-85% chance of being diagnosed with breast cancer or 16-60% chance of being diagnosed with ovarian cancer just because of that gene alone. That doesnt include the natural proclivity for women in my family to develop breast cancer.
It’s something that’s hard to live with…it affects all of my long-term planning and decision making. “What if I’m diagnosed?” “Could I fight it?” “What if I have a family?” “How are they (are we) going to pay for it?” “Will I even survive it?” “Am I strong enough..?”
I every time I find a lump it feels as though my heart stops beating. I always go and get it checked, and every time it’s not cancer. But every time I leave that doctor’s office that feeling doesnt go away, I still cant breathe. I have to go home and shut out all the lights, light some candles, hop in a steaming hot bath and just cry. I’ll cry for hours and my skin will be so tender from the hot water that it hurts to wrap a towel around myself for a while. Sometimes it’s like the pain still lets me know I’m alive…and I need that.
I live with it every day…the fear that maybe it’s the next one, the one where my luck runs out and I’ll get test results back that say I have a malignant tumor and I have breast cancer.
okay, so I’m sorry that I havent been on lately. My computer AND laptop have been on the fritz, plus I’ve been out with pneumonia..which i still have. Who would have thought, pneumonia in April (keep in mind it’s Arizona and our low temp is 60 at night).