tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922197895124992158.post44905784723729844..comments2012-08-06T08:01:42.908-04:00Comments on Brooke London - Blogging for the Not-Faint-of-Heart: It's Better to Have Loved and Lost than to Live with the Psycho for the Rest of Your LifeBrooke Londonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04738551687943898342noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922197895124992158.post-33537848864786273312009-02-17T11:58:00.000-05:002009-02-17T11:58:00.000-05:00I just checked the date on my first post named "A ...I just checked the date on my first post named "A New Start" - the date was February 13, 2008. This current post is dated February 13, 2009. It wasn't done on purpose. How odd, almost spooky. Maybe there is something out there! :))Brooke Londonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04738551687943898342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922197895124992158.post-57181844077374086272009-02-15T10:42:00.000-05:002009-02-15T10:42:00.000-05:00Thanks to all for the supportive comments. I appre...Thanks to all for the supportive comments. I appreciate your thoughtfulness more than you know. I have, btw, dumped my prophetic fridge magnetic into the trash. It was the last thing I had of that period. Everything else was left behind or given away. No more reminders of past regrets. :))Brooke Londonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04738551687943898342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922197895124992158.post-65227121413216026442009-02-15T06:38:00.000-05:002009-02-15T06:38:00.000-05:00Hi Brooke,Thank you for a fine piece of very candi...Hi Brooke,<BR/><BR/>Thank you for a fine piece of very candid and intense writing.<BR/><BR/>All the very best for many bright new possibilities and as much publishing success as you care to dream of, from now on.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922197895124992158.post-59762877966860699602009-02-14T08:22:00.000-05:002009-02-14T08:22:00.000-05:00When I was growing up, there was a commercial runn...When I was growing up, there was a commercial running on tv in an effort to encourage people not to litter. There were numerous scenes of littered highways, waterways, and wooded areas while the unseen announcer extolled the beautiful and valuable aspects of America. In the closing scene, a car speeds by and throws trash near the feet of an American Indian. As the camera pans from the feet of the Indian upward, we get a close-up of his face and we see a tear falling down his cheek.<BR/> <BR/>The message stays with me to this day: the trash was not problematic because it couldn't be cleaned up, indeed, in the commercial, the Indian stooped and picked it up. Rather,it spoke of a deeper pain; it was symbolic of a blindness, insensitivity, and patent disregard of the value and beauty of all that America means; all of which the Indian could see, feel, and share; his love for the land was both deep and profound, embracing even his own view of himself. The littering was disrespecting <I>him</I>, so closely aligned was he with the object of his love.<BR/><BR/>Today I read your blog with such a tear.<BR/><BR/>It has been said that our relationships are for a reason, a season, or life; judging by what I've read on your blogs so far, you are very likely much more valued and appreciated than you suspect. <BR/><BR/>That said, however, forgiveness <I>is</I> forgetfulness; and it is our ability to see ourselves in the mistakes that others make that eventually teaches us how to develop the habit of love; and this is not to say that there is never a justification for changing the terms of a relationship, indeed, based on what you have said, I would agree that you do have those grounds. But, going forward, forgiveness of oneself is paramount; the time already spent must be seen as invested and as in preparation for the very near happiness. It must not be allowed to infect. Don't surround yourself with reminders of what you <I>don't</I> want in a relationship, but with tender whispers of what you <I>do</I> want--love is speaking to you, even now.The Flower of Scotlandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11024207491914137625noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922197895124992158.post-78219883829000577592009-02-14T01:00:00.000-05:002009-02-14T01:00:00.000-05:00Don't feel bad, I think many women do this to them...Don't feel bad, I think many women do this to themselves. I lived with a liar and cheater for 14 years, married him a year in knowing he flirted outrageously, and he cheated three months after our rushed wedding. But, as women, we make so many sacrifices. We give so much of ourselves that it's hard to give up and walk away from something and someone that we loved, someone that we cried for, and sometimes cried with. <BR/>My divorce was devastating. But, I'm so much better now. It took me four years to allow another man into my life. Four years to recover enough to even want a relatonship. Now I know who I am, what I want from a man, and what I will never accept again. <BR/>It's a whole new world, Brooke. <BR/>Welcome.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1922197895124992158.post-81719206674290459232009-02-13T16:51:00.000-05:002009-02-13T16:51:00.000-05:00Congratulations on your bravery it's never easy to...Congratulations on your bravery it's never easy to have to let go and start over. Hi Brooke welcome to the start of a great new life.Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03275982935604168312noreply@blogger.com