tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165603762522014470.post8932864586612167917..comments2023-08-17T11:04:19.748-04:00Comments on submission & metaphor: I guess it's really overoatmeal girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12842608615972752000noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165603762522014470.post-60317086573903591652010-02-04T17:36:36.969-05:002010-02-04T17:36:36.969-05:00aw babe (((HUGS)))
maybe you don't HAVE to le...aw babe (((HUGS)))<br /><br />maybe you don't HAVE to let go? just... loosen the ties enough to be able to live with it as comfortably as possible?<br /><br />lots of love xxxmamacrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16484565827023574347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165603762522014470.post-15362985244104356962010-02-03T19:52:42.450-05:002010-02-03T19:52:42.450-05:00nancy - the thing with the philosopher... it wasn&...nancy - the thing with the philosopher... it wasn't being shut out by a Dom. I thought of him as my boyfriend. It was the loss of a dream of a real relationship.<br /><br />The sadist did close the door on me for about a month. In my memory, it seems much longer than that. It was a deep loss, and I felt more complete when he took me back. But it was different from having my heart broken. My Master is NOT my boyfriend. And never will be. Not so much because of circumstances as because of the fabric of our relationship.<br /><br />baby girl - no, I'm not looking for a new love at the moment. The sadist swallows my attention and my intensity. I suppose if I want one I should make an effort within the next year or so, while I still look this young. It would be nice having someone to take care of me as I grow more decrepit. I've put in enough time taking care of others. But you can never predict who will rot first.<br /><br />Louise - I'm afraid the truth is that I will never let go.oatmeal girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12842608615972752000noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165603762522014470.post-13001793622316119152010-02-03T19:52:36.586-05:002010-02-03T19:52:36.586-05:00Turning that page onto the next chapter sometimes ...Turning that page onto the next chapter sometimes is very difficult. But one doesn't know the excitement and love that happens in the next page of life. It is important to remember the excitement, the thrills, the love from the previous chapters in our book of life. One has to move forward and think that the next chapter is going to be the best chapter in our lives. And it is ok to keep a few things from the past that has put smiles on our face.charliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08283084957562543250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165603762522014470.post-33268991125797883302010-02-02T19:08:32.151-05:002010-02-02T19:08:32.151-05:00Oh sweetheart, I understand you couldn't... so...Oh sweetheart, I understand you couldn't... sometimes it's just impossible to let go. <br /><br />take care, xxxLouisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15230260773818031094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165603762522014470.post-57608655807715124842010-02-02T18:01:28.867-05:002010-02-02T18:01:28.867-05:00this is hard stuff o.g. and i have no idea how to...this is hard stuff o.g. and i have no idea how to navigate it all. i'm glad you're finding your way. if slowly. and not all that surely. <br /><br />there's nothing for it but time. and a new love helps too...are you still searching for someone to date, i wonder?<br /><br />lots of hugs and warm thoughts from me. xoxbaby girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13606487892168910110noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165603762522014470.post-57736533597766523282010-02-02T17:58:08.238-05:002010-02-02T17:58:08.238-05:00Then perhaps it was the thought.. the trying to to...Then perhaps it was the thought.. the trying to toss them out...that counts. Every little step~~<br /><br />I've been shut out only once by a Dom and ouch it hurt like hell; my heart goes out to you.nbshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12817508431335142670noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165603762522014470.post-73563102121297305742010-02-02T17:49:25.201-05:002010-02-02T17:49:25.201-05:00In the end, I couldn't quite do it. I opened t...In the end, I couldn't quite do it. I opened the bag this morning and removed one camera to keep as a souvenir. It happened to be one of the 10 I bought at 10 for $10. One of the ten that I emptied of oatmeal, some of which remains in storage to be made into cookies.<br /><br />On the bottom, it says what picture we took with it.<br /><br />A close-up of the fountain.<br /><br />I miss you, John.<br /><br />-- kittenoatmeal girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12842608615972752000noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165603762522014470.post-55445742200184429852010-02-02T17:10:24.875-05:002010-02-02T17:10:24.875-05:00Take care.Take care.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165603762522014470.post-12490531245792402882010-02-02T15:51:02.091-05:002010-02-02T15:51:02.091-05:00The war wounds. I relate. It is good you are get...The war wounds. I relate. It is good you are getting rid of the stuff. You have to clear out space to make room for new and wonderful things both physically and metaphorically.Marsha The Roasthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02622830679165946691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165603762522014470.post-34739436415463723182010-02-02T14:06:13.181-05:002010-02-02T14:06:13.181-05:00Some things can't be cured, or are not meant t...Some things can't be cured, or are not meant to be cured... I wonder if the philosopher never did say to stop writing because he keeps his promise, in some way, or because he is a coward. <br /><br />I'm glad you threw out the boxes. <br /><br />Love, LouiseLouisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15230260773818031094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165603762522014470.post-40279473345081824052010-02-02T10:32:32.062-05:002010-02-02T10:32:32.062-05:00OG, it is so hard to let go at times, but they say...OG, it is so hard to let go at times, but they say that time cures all wounds.<br />Unfortunately it too often leaves a scar.<br />Love and warm hugs,<br />Paul.Paulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03790580459962602757noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165603762522014470.post-81218185016472560572010-02-02T06:17:57.229-05:002010-02-02T06:17:57.229-05:00I can completely relate, my former master did emai...I can completely relate, my former master did email me telling me NOT to write him again. It made my heart wrench but anyway what choice does a person have but to carrry on, everything eventually heals. - Many moons passed and such is life. Thanks.Someonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13904400909216868679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165603762522014470.post-29426191306529485092010-02-02T02:58:08.694-05:002010-02-02T02:58:08.694-05:00le sigh.
this made my heart ache too OG...le sigh.<br /><br />this made my heart ache too OG...weirdgirlnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165603762522014470.post-45556527530929609412010-02-02T02:50:57.945-05:002010-02-02T02:50:57.945-05:00Oh my, O.G.
Boy, can I relate to this!
I have been...Oh my, O.G.<br />Boy, can I relate to this!<br />I have been struggling for a loooooong time to let go of my former Master. It was wrong for lots of reasons, lots and lots. And yet, I too, hoped it could work out. And it didn't. And it never could. But, sigh, sigh, sigh......<br /><br />Somehow its reassuring to know that others get stuck too. Thanks.wormnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165603762522014470.post-51345670544523215512010-02-01T21:24:10.828-05:002010-02-01T21:24:10.828-05:00This piece makes my heart ache. Lovely.This piece makes my heart ache. Lovely.Thirty's Kittenhttp://thirtyskitten.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.com