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You see that smoke?
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I'm at a loss for words. Sadly I know so many people just like that.
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I think you already, deep down, knew that your time and relationship with the Hippie was pretty much over. Now you know for sure that it's done and over. Shame he couldn't look beyond his own misery and self-involvement to help with your pain. A hug, a kind word. On the chalkboard of life...he just got the eraser. lol Onward to better things! Pagan  Hmmmm....I know I left that wand around here somewhere!
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Sorry for everything that's going on!! Maybe the new awakening will do you good and bring you clearer vision of tomorrow! Everything you said to him was spot on! Just sucks when the one you turned to, wasn't there!!! You deserve better! Hope you find a sympathetic ear to help out! 
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Ouch ... This has been one hell of a month for you. You're a strong woman with the ability to push through to a new path. Do you have any Primal Urges ... I do, please CUMHANDLEME and explore some of my naughty and nice Primal ... Urges with me !!!
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Deep down you knew he had no capacity to embrace u or your loss. The exercise is that you told him...you did what u needed to do. His response just cemented why he is the ex. Yes...burned bridges force new routes to take. Now is not the time to make any major decisions.....but you will...in time. Take your time...~~
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6/19/2021 7:11 am |
Looks like a new start is being thrust upon you whether you want it or not. Try and find a positive in all the negative.
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Burned bridges bring new routes...
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Some bridges are so so unsafe they need to be burned. I'm in the process of lighting a few afire myself. Hugs, it can only get better.
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There's no explanation in the world as to why you are experiencing such bad times at this time, except, life. But there is a cure and you said it yourself, "Your life is what you make it. Want a better life? Do something about it." With the strength that you posses and the goodness in your heart, YOU will survive and be a better person after all is said and done. Sending hugs and good thoughts your way.
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thus begins the journey....btw..whats the latest on bootcamp boy? woop woop
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.... and just when you reach out for a much needed hug. the one you reach to has no arms sorry to read of your (ex) friends self indulgence there is a world of difference between insane and stupid
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Yah... That smoke coming from that bridge... Yes, indeed, it is a blazing inferno of fire. This burned bridge scorched my eyebrows. On the day my dad died I had needed to talk to a familiar voice, a friend, someone who could help me process all that had happened. I tried calling the Hippie. *Striking match here* He did not have his phone on so I sent him a text instead. "My dad died today." I knew that, at some point, he would turn the phone back on again and get the text. What I didn't expect was that this would be the text I received in return. "Dam. Terrible broken times. Nothing good to say about anything. If I could suicide out, I'd be gone too. But I guess I'm going out violent & hot. Love you. Thank you for everything .... Loved you more than I ever loved myself. Didn't even turn the phone on at all yesterday. No reason for anything anymore." *Holding match to gasoline soaked kindling surrounding bridge* Really?!? My dad dies and this is the message I get in return.... A 'gee, that sucks' would have sufficed. I ended up letting him have it, both barrels. "[Hippie], my dad died yesterday. An officer came to my job to break the news. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. There are MUCH worse things in life than refusing to get a job and crying poor me everybody is out to get me. Your life is what you make it. Want a better life? Do something about it." *Poof! Bridge completely engulfed in flame* "Fuck you" Thank God he didn't send another diatribe of rambling suicidal ideation for attention. "Fuck you too you miserable fuck." "Don't ever call me again, text or stop by you fat bitch" *Flaming timbers falling into the deep ravine below the blazing inferno, bridge collapsed* This has been an emotional period of change for me. Not since my divorce have I experienced such upheaval and feelings of finality. Today though, for the first time in a while, I feel like I'm ready for some fresh starts. Happy Saturday!
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