Do you believe that time heals all wounds?
Yes and no. For me, not really. Whilst I may move on and move past it, I’ll never forget. Continue reading
Do you believe that time heals all wounds?
Yes and no. For me, not really. Whilst I may move on and move past it, I’ll never forget. Continue reading
Have you ever been scared to let go of your grief?
Grief can manifest itself in a multitude of ways, and everybody deals with grief differently. I’ve had my fair share of unpleasant experiences in life, but nothing that I would consider as grief. Continue reading
Do you think the key to happiness is being able to forget?
Not in the slightest. I think that not being able to have memories is quite detrimental to happiness. Show me somebody with Alzheimers who can honestly say they are truly happy…!!
Share a story where it was very difficult for you to forgive the perpetrator for wronging you, but you did it — you forgave them.
Perhaps I should just say that I’m a Scorpio. I don’t forgive people. Even when I say I forgive people, I’m not really sure that I forgive them… I think I just get over it and move past it, but I will never forget whatever it was they did to wrong me.
Scorpio’s certainly know how to hold a grudge. We also know how to take things to extremes. In saying that, people generally don’t do anything that requires me forgiving them… they just know not to get on my bad side because I’ll lose my shit.
I think one example of me forgiving somebody was an ex-friend of mine who ‘outed’ me to a group of people. I remember telling her something that I thought was in confidence. Unless you’ve dealt with the stress, the inner torment, the anxiety of ‘coming out’ to people, you probably won’t understand – however, to those of you who have, you know what I’m talking about.
It was hard enough coming out to my own mother, and even that in itself took twelve months to happen. It’s something that you need to do in your own time when you’re ready to; when you’re comfortable enough.
This bitch robbed me of that. I told her this in confidence. Granted, it wasn’t news, but for me to confirm it, was like having a small weight lifted off my shoulders… and I had a lot of small weights that needed lifting. So even after the long discussion we had about me not being ready to tell other people, especially other friends (well, now ex-friends) of mine until *I* was ready, she pretty much hung up the phone and told them all. Later that night I got calls and text messages from them…
HOWEVER, they were all upset and angry at me, wanting to yell at me for not telling them; for not feeling comfortable enough to tell them, and instead, choosing this particular friend over the rest of them.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Here I am feeling quite vulnerable and you’re yelling at me for it?? Oh HELL NO.
I was pissed. How could you rob me of this moment? I know that she was excited, and really happy for me, and yes, at the end of the day I was going to end up telling them anyway, so I did look at the bigger picture and forgive her for doing what she did. She was young and naive.
…and I was foolish for thinking that I could trust her.
However, that was one of the last conversations that I had with that group of people.
Like I said, I may forgive, but I will not forget.
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