ShiningEyes
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My sweet Amber!! I have missed you!
*True Confessions*
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meop79
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Ooooooohhhhhhh.......
*looks on in awe at the two beautifull women caressing each other...*
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*looks on in awe at the two beautifull women caressing each other...*
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Batch
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SexyAmber said:
I did give birth....four time......the first I lost....
the second the docotr hurt me really bad there and did damage.he tore me.
and the third and four no drugs......all vaginal......
I have survived the sexual abuse and gave birth.......the way it was supposed to happen....
although...birthing was hard the first two times..........I felt like I was a failure as a woman......
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sortacurious
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Wow!
The Courage to Heal is an excellent if not intense healing tool. If someone is just starting to work on their issues I would suggest Beginning to Heal: A First Book for Survivors of Child Sexual Abuse by the same authors first. They are both definately in the forefront of this field. They also wrote Allies in Healing: When the Person You Love Was Sexually Abused as a Child, which is great for partners that want to help.
NG, those are the most recent stats that I've heard as well. But honestly, those are the ones that are reported, or that have seeked help and a record has been made (no names on those records), and the truth is there are probably twice as many people that have experienced this and never told a soul, or don't remember at all.
Amber that's a good point about the physical damage that can be done to the cervex. In my case, the bones in the pelvic are mostly soft cartiledge (sp?) until I think between the ages of 3-5, that can easily be broken when things are done that shouldn't be done. Arthritis now thank you very much!
As far as psychological...the body reacts strangely. For the longest time I never knew why I would become so anxiety ridden whenever I went to the dentist. Then I went to a conference, and it all became very clear. The line up of instruments, the man (a stranger, really) hovering above while I'm confined to endure in a position of weakness, injections, numbness, masks over faces, etc....just too close for comfort. But once I realized why I felt this way, it became soooo much easier to deal with and get past. But back to the body...I would actually feel my legs squeeze together not in pain, but fear I guess.
I thank God every day that I've gotten past all of it, and am a much stronger person. I don't ever let it become baggage anymore, and I don't have the hate in my heart that could have been. I'm just thankful that I'm here, that I survived, and that I'm safe now.
to you all, if you want any other suggestions for good books on this subject let me know.
The Courage to Heal is an excellent if not intense healing tool. If someone is just starting to work on their issues I would suggest Beginning to Heal: A First Book for Survivors of Child Sexual Abuse by the same authors first. They are both definately in the forefront of this field. They also wrote Allies in Healing: When the Person You Love Was Sexually Abused as a Child, which is great for partners that want to help.
NG, those are the most recent stats that I've heard as well. But honestly, those are the ones that are reported, or that have seeked help and a record has been made (no names on those records), and the truth is there are probably twice as many people that have experienced this and never told a soul, or don't remember at all.
Amber that's a good point about the physical damage that can be done to the cervex. In my case, the bones in the pelvic are mostly soft cartiledge (sp?) until I think between the ages of 3-5, that can easily be broken when things are done that shouldn't be done. Arthritis now thank you very much!
As far as psychological...the body reacts strangely. For the longest time I never knew why I would become so anxiety ridden whenever I went to the dentist. Then I went to a conference, and it all became very clear. The line up of instruments, the man (a stranger, really) hovering above while I'm confined to endure in a position of weakness, injections, numbness, masks over faces, etc....just too close for comfort. But once I realized why I felt this way, it became soooo much easier to deal with and get past. But back to the body...I would actually feel my legs squeeze together not in pain, but fear I guess.
I thank God every day that I've gotten past all of it, and am a much stronger person. I don't ever let it become baggage anymore, and I don't have the hate in my heart that could have been. I'm just thankful that I'm here, that I survived, and that I'm safe now.
to you all, if you want any other suggestions for good books on this subject let me know.
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Wow-
Thank you to all the people who commented. It's a shame that you all had r/l experiences to relate but I am glad you did. I am still amazed at how many people this effects.
I wasn't rapped, but I was molested. The emotional scars were much worse than the physical. I don't know if there is a true realtion with the childbirth thing, it just felt real for me.
I relate to what you said Batch about the feeling like a failure. I felt that way after the c-section and then again when I had the problems breastfeeding early on. That's probably why I am having a hard time weaning - because I fought so hard to make it work and now I don't want to let it go.
Thanks again - everyone has given me a lot to think about
Red
Thank you to all the people who commented. It's a shame that you all had r/l experiences to relate but I am glad you did. I am still amazed at how many people this effects.
I wasn't rapped, but I was molested. The emotional scars were much worse than the physical. I don't know if there is a true realtion with the childbirth thing, it just felt real for me.
I relate to what you said Batch about the feeling like a failure. I felt that way after the c-section and then again when I had the problems breastfeeding early on. That's probably why I am having a hard time weaning - because I fought so hard to make it work and now I don't want to let it go.
Thanks again - everyone has given me a lot to think about
Red
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Saturday confessional-
*My dad threw a party celebrating his recent wedding
*He served free alcohol (plenty of it)
*Mommy (that's me) is a little tipsy
edited to add:
*Today is OM's birthday and I can't talk with him. Maybe its the alcohol, but I am really missing him . . .
*My dad threw a party celebrating his recent wedding
*He served free alcohol (plenty of it)
*Mommy (that's me) is a little tipsy
edited to add:
*Today is OM's birthday and I can't talk with him. Maybe its the alcohol, but I am really missing him . . .
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Starfyre
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catching up on confessional
I have read some amazing things here... catching up from a couple of days away.
Batchoohus said something that really struck me... that pain changes us. I feel that is so true. We are changed by strong experiences like that, and it becomes part of us.
At times in my life people have suggested that I put that kind of pain behind me or that I try to forget it... but I disagree. I believe that it is better for me to use those experiences to become stronger, if I can... to learn something and take away something positive if possible.
I think my stories are common ones. When I was about 8 years old, a boy about my age locked me in his closet and molested me. I didn't understand what he was doing, and his mother finally heard me screaming for help and got the door open. (Then she blamed me for leading her son in there, and sent me home.)
At 14 my first boyfriend raped me, and for some reason I believed that I should have just let him do it... would have been easier. After that I thought that if the guy's your boyfriend, you have to. I assumed all men were like that, and that sex wasn't really any fun for women. I thought (and heard from mom and other women) that most men were sexually demanding and cold... that if we wanted families we had to find someone who wasn't too hard to live with.
Isn't that awful?? I read that now and wonder at myself for buying into that.
(Funny how an otherwise smart kid can think stuff like that)
When I met my husband he was completely floored by this attitude of mine (that he's just entitled because he's the boyfriend). He wanted to give me pleasure too. He did. I married him... and I think partly for that reason.
He's gone now... this man I married. He's left me for someone he met overseas, and tells me we don't have enough in common to stay together. (this is maybe not relevant... but I do tend to ramble a bit)
But I know that at least I take this away from the relationship... that men can be warm, they can be caring and wonderful. That they can be interested in a partner's pleasure. I didn't know that in my heart before him.
I have a lover now who is even more than that... he's my best friend. And even if we don't end up "happily ever after" I have learned something already... that there is more out there to be had in a relationship than what was in my marriage. I feel so much more open to possibilities now than I have ever been.
I am also learning that it's ok to live alone. I fear loneliness but I refuse to give in to it. I am learning to take risks and that it's ok if things don't work out. They may not.
Abuse is too common. It does affect us... we are changed. I am so moved to read posts from these many survivors and from people who care.
This thread is amazing that way... lighthearted and serious all at once, as I've said before.
I didn't expect to say so much... but it's a risk I feel up to taking. Thanks for making this such a safe place for everyone.
*hugs to those who'd like one*
Starfyre
I have read some amazing things here... catching up from a couple of days away.
Batchoohus said something that really struck me... that pain changes us. I feel that is so true. We are changed by strong experiences like that, and it becomes part of us.
At times in my life people have suggested that I put that kind of pain behind me or that I try to forget it... but I disagree. I believe that it is better for me to use those experiences to become stronger, if I can... to learn something and take away something positive if possible.
I think my stories are common ones. When I was about 8 years old, a boy about my age locked me in his closet and molested me. I didn't understand what he was doing, and his mother finally heard me screaming for help and got the door open. (Then she blamed me for leading her son in there, and sent me home.)
At 14 my first boyfriend raped me, and for some reason I believed that I should have just let him do it... would have been easier. After that I thought that if the guy's your boyfriend, you have to. I assumed all men were like that, and that sex wasn't really any fun for women. I thought (and heard from mom and other women) that most men were sexually demanding and cold... that if we wanted families we had to find someone who wasn't too hard to live with.
Isn't that awful?? I read that now and wonder at myself for buying into that.
(Funny how an otherwise smart kid can think stuff like that)
When I met my husband he was completely floored by this attitude of mine (that he's just entitled because he's the boyfriend). He wanted to give me pleasure too. He did. I married him... and I think partly for that reason.
He's gone now... this man I married. He's left me for someone he met overseas, and tells me we don't have enough in common to stay together. (this is maybe not relevant... but I do tend to ramble a bit)
But I know that at least I take this away from the relationship... that men can be warm, they can be caring and wonderful. That they can be interested in a partner's pleasure. I didn't know that in my heart before him.
I have a lover now who is even more than that... he's my best friend. And even if we don't end up "happily ever after" I have learned something already... that there is more out there to be had in a relationship than what was in my marriage. I feel so much more open to possibilities now than I have ever been.
I am also learning that it's ok to live alone. I fear loneliness but I refuse to give in to it. I am learning to take risks and that it's ok if things don't work out. They may not.
Abuse is too common. It does affect us... we are changed. I am so moved to read posts from these many survivors and from people who care.
This thread is amazing that way... lighthearted and serious all at once, as I've said before.
I didn't expect to say so much... but it's a risk I feel up to taking. Thanks for making this such a safe place for everyone.
*hugs to those who'd like one*
Starfyre
I, too, am saddened to learn of everyone's misfortune concerning abuse and molestation.....other than normal childhood "Dr" sessions, I've escaped that mental terror... I salute and admire those who have survived!!! My heart goes out to you....
I have nothing more to say because anything would seem trivial at the moment.....
Hugs!
Liza
I have nothing more to say because anything would seem trivial at the moment.....
Hugs!
Liza
SexyAmber
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Everyone is so brave here and I admire you all...I have alot of thoughts running through my head so I will just ramble I guess to get rid of them.
My first serious boyfriend was horrible to me, he beat me up regularly called me the worst kinds of names and held me down and let his best friend rape me...that was how I lost my virginity. All this and I still went back to him. The thing is though when I was 18 I left him for good.
Yes pain does change us. For me though, I am not a little girl inside and I am much stronger because of him. I guess I am lucky. I used to take so much and now it is not the case. If I am fucked over it only happens once and then that person is cut from my life. I have no time to waste anymore on people unworthy of me. And I say unworthy not out of conceit but out of respect for myself. My experience with him made me gain a whole new level of self respect. I will not tolerate a man who lies to me, cheats on me or plays other silly games. He raises his hand to me and he is likely to leave with one less organ. It is a conscious decision I have made for myself after a long time of self examination. Plain and simple, I do not like myself otherwise.
Of course I still get stuck in relationship that are far from fairy tales but they are good people, just not the right ones for me. I do have problems with insecurities and you know it is mostly with women, I have met so many women that have blantantly and without shame tried to be with the person I was with and I rarely completely trust a man. It's sad.
The worst part of this all is that for both men and women I have a huge defensive wall around me. Many of the men I have dated have called me the "ice princess", it isn't intentional but the minute that someone gains enough of my heart that they could hurt me ..the wall goes up. I refuse to be hurt. So maybe I am not as tough as I tell myself. One thing I do know I hate pity, it makes me uncomfortable. Even when my dad had his heart attack and people said "I am so sorry" I just said "oh it's ok, how have you been?" I am incapable of showing weakness. I don't cry. Must be from what my boyfriend who used to beat me up said after putting me in the hospital. "Look at it this way princess, Adversity breeds character"
The one thing I know is that I need to be cherished in a relationship...I need it.
I try to wake up everyday and look in the mirror and say "no one can make you feel inferior without your consent" I refuse to consent anymore.
I am a hard person to get close to, and I hurt many people in the process of trying. Maybe that is why I like lit so much is that I know I can't get hurt, but yet I learned I can because there are people I truly care for here. I feel like my life is a catch 22, people assume I have no problems because of what I look like, that is so false. I won't apologize for what I look like, I work hard to make sure I am healthy, but that doesn't mean I am a slut or easy or superficial. It means that it is important to ME. And in reality many people do not think i am pretty. Attractiveness is all relative to what you are inside. It's nice to be important but it's more important to be nice. I try to be nice to everyone I meet and I hope I have been to all of you here. Even writing this I am having this terrifying feeling that it is showing my weaknesses.
Sorry for rambling..I have revealed so much about my inner workings as right there and I thank you for providing me an outlet to do so.
My first serious boyfriend was horrible to me, he beat me up regularly called me the worst kinds of names and held me down and let his best friend rape me...that was how I lost my virginity. All this and I still went back to him. The thing is though when I was 18 I left him for good.
Yes pain does change us. For me though, I am not a little girl inside and I am much stronger because of him. I guess I am lucky. I used to take so much and now it is not the case. If I am fucked over it only happens once and then that person is cut from my life. I have no time to waste anymore on people unworthy of me. And I say unworthy not out of conceit but out of respect for myself. My experience with him made me gain a whole new level of self respect. I will not tolerate a man who lies to me, cheats on me or plays other silly games. He raises his hand to me and he is likely to leave with one less organ. It is a conscious decision I have made for myself after a long time of self examination. Plain and simple, I do not like myself otherwise.
Of course I still get stuck in relationship that are far from fairy tales but they are good people, just not the right ones for me. I do have problems with insecurities and you know it is mostly with women, I have met so many women that have blantantly and without shame tried to be with the person I was with and I rarely completely trust a man. It's sad.
The worst part of this all is that for both men and women I have a huge defensive wall around me. Many of the men I have dated have called me the "ice princess", it isn't intentional but the minute that someone gains enough of my heart that they could hurt me ..the wall goes up. I refuse to be hurt. So maybe I am not as tough as I tell myself. One thing I do know I hate pity, it makes me uncomfortable. Even when my dad had his heart attack and people said "I am so sorry" I just said "oh it's ok, how have you been?" I am incapable of showing weakness. I don't cry. Must be from what my boyfriend who used to beat me up said after putting me in the hospital. "Look at it this way princess, Adversity breeds character"
The one thing I know is that I need to be cherished in a relationship...I need it.
I try to wake up everyday and look in the mirror and say "no one can make you feel inferior without your consent" I refuse to consent anymore.
I am a hard person to get close to, and I hurt many people in the process of trying. Maybe that is why I like lit so much is that I know I can't get hurt, but yet I learned I can because there are people I truly care for here. I feel like my life is a catch 22, people assume I have no problems because of what I look like, that is so false. I won't apologize for what I look like, I work hard to make sure I am healthy, but that doesn't mean I am a slut or easy or superficial. It means that it is important to ME. And in reality many people do not think i am pretty. Attractiveness is all relative to what you are inside. It's nice to be important but it's more important to be nice. I try to be nice to everyone I meet and I hope I have been to all of you here. Even writing this I am having this terrifying feeling that it is showing my weaknesses.
Sorry for rambling..I have revealed so much about my inner workings as right there and I thank you for providing me an outlet to do so.
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I knew you guys were truly an amazing group of people. Never in my life have I felt like there was a group of people who I related to on so many levels. Thanks all of you for sharing. 
Hugs to all of you!
Some evening confessions.....
*spent most of my day napping, it felt wonderful
*masturbated several times today to thoughts of him, hearing his words, really really horny today!
*didnt get much accomplished today around my house
*had a long conversation today with my ex, he confessed to me that I have been on his mind constantly, but he only wants happiness for me
*appreciate that from him, knows that I never made it easy on him
*went out for dinner with the boys, they are too funny...and thought I was way too happy....told them that at the moment everything is right in the world so why question it with me?!!!
*had 2 drinks at dinner, and is continuing on at home right now, just made myself a jack and coke
*would really really like some pot right now lol
*gets incredibly horny when I smoke pot, dont do it very often, and never with my lil brother here during the school year, but would much prefer that to drinking anytime
*spoke with my sweet earlier today, got home and have a message, is now waiting for him to get online *sigh*
*blowing kisses all around confession this evening*
*hoping Jewelz is enjoying her party....missed her today
NG
Hugs to all of you!Some evening confessions.....
*spent most of my day napping, it felt wonderful
*masturbated several times today to thoughts of him, hearing his words, really really horny today!
*didnt get much accomplished today around my house
*had a long conversation today with my ex, he confessed to me that I have been on his mind constantly, but he only wants happiness for me
*appreciate that from him, knows that I never made it easy on him
*went out for dinner with the boys, they are too funny...and thought I was way too happy....told them that at the moment everything is right in the world so why question it with me?!!!
*had 2 drinks at dinner, and is continuing on at home right now, just made myself a jack and coke
*would really really like some pot right now lol
*gets incredibly horny when I smoke pot, dont do it very often, and never with my lil brother here during the school year, but would much prefer that to drinking anytime
*spoke with my sweet earlier today, got home and have a message, is now waiting for him to get online *sigh*
*blowing kisses all around confession this evening*
*hoping Jewelz is enjoying her party....missed her today
NG
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I think pain does make us stronger, if we can use it for knowledge to prevent more in the future. If we use it as a shield to avoid getting hurt again, it weakens us. I try to use my experiences as a knowledge base from which to bypass those times again, but instead I find myself panicking and running from things, just on the off chance I will be hurt again. I also find that at times, what has happened to me in my youth is waaaaay to upfront in my mind, and not pushed back into that little room I created for it. I try to slam the door shut, but something opens it up and the harsh words and the insults and everything that combined to make me into a quivering, weak person comes out and I turn into that person again. I built that little room when I gave birth to my daughter, because at 17 I was sooo damn smart I thought I could do everything different from my parents and not treat her as they did me. Then I get angry at her, and I become them who I hate. Now that I'm older and have "changed" myself my parents suddenly repsect me and treat me well, I just can't get past all the years when I was nothing more than a worthless slut/whore/tramp/asshole to them. I haven't told any of my parents that I was fired from my job, they have no idea I'm not working. Myabe because I feel they'll stop respecting me again, but if so, then I guess that repsect is based on all the wrong things anyways. But since I have no confidence in myself (what little I had was kcked out of me when my job fucked me over), I guess I feel that the respect is undeserved anyways. I admire you who take your pain and use it healthily (is that a word?), but I can't seem to get over mine and I have a feeling it's going to allow me to destroy everything good that might happen to me, because ultimately I feel I don't deserve it anyways.
*rambling, please ignore*
Also, *mental note* Do not read certain people's old confessions.
*rambling, please ignore*
Also, *mental note* Do not read certain people's old confessions.
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SexyAmber said:
Amber, again, I felt like you were speaking for me...I too have been told often that I am "cold" or an "ice queen" when it comes to my dealings with men. This rears its ugly head when I start to truly care about a man...the walls go up and I surround my castle with alligators to protect myself. After I met Kevin, and went through all of that, I realized that I wasnt quite there yet, even after years of therapy at that point...but I was still allowing men, in particular, to take advantage of what was good inside of me and was allowing someone to treat me less than what I deserved. It was a hard, hard lesson to learn. I wont tolerate to be treated any less than I deserve anymore. And I often scan any man I become involved with (or my friends do for that matter) looking for red flags....the red flags that I missed with Kevin.
I dont want pity either. I dont feel bad for myself. I know that I am a strong, beautiful woman that has come sooo far in my life with all that I have endured. and I give myself all the credit in the world for taking care of myself and getting to the point where I am now. I still have some work to do, but I am happy that I am where I am now. Once upon a time, I never thought it would be possible.
Sexually, I dont have any problems being with a man, its relatively easy to me. And I also realize that some of this may be a product of my abuse. But I also know when Im medicating with it, and when Im just having a good time. Im not saying I just sleep with anyone, but sex is often just a fuck to me. Letting go emotionally in a relationship is what terrifies me. But I am working on that...
I love you Amber, sweet girl, and Im glad you shared all of that with us.
NG
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Slides in unnoticed
Quietly walks in bearing 7 roses, turns and walks out. Had these 7 roses on me all day and wanted to leave them for someone. Something about the number 7 sticks in my head. Have to shower, will see everyone later.
Quietly walks in bearing 7 roses, turns and walks out. Had these 7 roses on me all day and wanted to leave them for someone. Something about the number 7 sticks in my head. Have to shower, will see everyone later.
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Freya, my love, ramble any time you want! Thanks for sharing.
Hugs to ya, Amber, honey...***** can throw us some curves can't it?
I totally understand the wall thing...have had it firmly in place for years...until last fall...it's now back in place and getting a nick in it again...
I have never had a real relationship, despite my child...oh, I did/do care about him but deep down I knew it would never be a forever thing....guess it boils back down to that wall thing...when my father left at the age of 10, I subconsciously made the decision that I wasn't going to be hurt by a man again...needless to say, it took heartbreak to finally realize what I've been missing all these years....I've been very lonely for many years....I just didn't want anyone to know...
I, too, don't want anyone to see me cry...it still reeks of my insecurities and makes me angry with myself for showing my weakness...I don't usually do it unless I'm very angry...til just recently....don't know whether I'm breaking down or just allowing myself to feel....either way, it's very hard for me to admit how I feel about people...
I'm usually very reserved but like to say things that shock people...being here, I don't feel like I'm being judged and that's what I need in my life...half of my family believes me to be an undiagnosed depressed person...I fight that one daily...don't want to give in to deep thoughts like that...maybe one day... not yet....
I need to be needed...that's my only saving grace...soon I won't be...my daughter is getting to the age that she comes to me less and less...I throw myself into work...at least the customers need me in some small way...I semi break down when I'm not at work... so this past week Lit has come to my rescue...and....I met Him...I'm taking things one day at a time...'nuff said....
Sending out hugs and wishing the very best life has to offer my Ladies of Lit....
Liza
I totally understand the wall thing...have had it firmly in place for years...until last fall...it's now back in place and getting a nick in it again...
I have never had a real relationship, despite my child...oh, I did/do care about him but deep down I knew it would never be a forever thing....guess it boils back down to that wall thing...when my father left at the age of 10, I subconsciously made the decision that I wasn't going to be hurt by a man again...needless to say, it took heartbreak to finally realize what I've been missing all these years....I've been very lonely for many years....I just didn't want anyone to know...
I, too, don't want anyone to see me cry...it still reeks of my insecurities and makes me angry with myself for showing my weakness...I don't usually do it unless I'm very angry...til just recently....don't know whether I'm breaking down or just allowing myself to feel....either way, it's very hard for me to admit how I feel about people...
I'm usually very reserved but like to say things that shock people...being here, I don't feel like I'm being judged and that's what I need in my life...half of my family believes me to be an undiagnosed depressed person...I fight that one daily...don't want to give in to deep thoughts like that...maybe one day... not yet....
I need to be needed...that's my only saving grace...soon I won't be...my daughter is getting to the age that she comes to me less and less...I throw myself into work...at least the customers need me in some small way...I semi break down when I'm not at work... so this past week Lit has come to my rescue...and....I met Him...I'm taking things one day at a time...'nuff said....
Sending out hugs and wishing the very best life has to offer my Ladies of Lit....
Liza
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*wants to cry right now, not out of sadness.....but because of joy at the pure sweetness of him
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Thank you for sharing Freya *hugs*
NG...we are seperated at birth...I could totally relate to what you said too...and I love you too
*grinning like a moron seeing NYC guy come in with roses and looks right at NG still grinning, doing a secret *whoohoo* dance for her*
NG...we are seperated at birth...I could totally relate to what you said too...and I love you too
*grinning like a moron seeing NYC guy come in with roses and looks right at NG still grinning, doing a secret *whoohoo* dance for her*
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