Three years ago tomorrow my ex came home from deployment and told me he was done.
Someone wanna please tell me when I’m supposed to be over this shit?
chique, honey darlin’
You will be over it when you are over it. One day you will wake up and realize that you don’t feel like someone has been driving over you in a Hummer. You will all of a sudden realize that you have survived the pain, and have come out of it a better person.
I can say this because I KNOW you. And I care about you, deeply. It will happen, trust me.
In the meantime, you know where to reach me. And you had better remember that I am only an email away, for whatever you need to say.
You are a wonderful person, and you WILL find a better place to be. It is a cliche, but cliche’s are cliche’s BECAUSE they are true more often than not. Time DOES heal all wounds. It also tends to wound all heels, but that is another thread.
(((chique)))
Scotti
Haul yourself up by your bootstraps, find another doper that lives in your neck of the woods and invite them over for a little Christmas party. It’s what I did.
Poor chique, I want to echo everything that Scotticher said, including the email offer. I know I’ve done this already, but I’ll do it again: {{{{{{{{{{chique}}}}}}}}}, keep your chin up.
Keith
sheek, (to borrow a name from dpr), I wish I could tell you “Hey, you’re over that shit!” and make it be true. 
You’ll heal. It sounds trite and hollow, and I know when it’s been said to me I thought “fuck YOU I’ll feel better” but… you will be stronger for this.
Hang in there chique!
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Not much I can say so I guess I will just try to brighten things up for a little while. Everyone and everything has a different place in time. I wish this hadn’t happened to you; yet if it hadn’t, we would never have met and my life would have been poorer for that. Give me a call or e-mail me if you feel like it. I am up for another half hour or so; otherwise I will be in and out all weekend. Take care!
I dunno, chique. But this is my first Christmas as a divorced person, so I sure know what you mean about feeling blue.
You take care.
I’m feeling a bit blue – out of work, all my friends leaving town, and I won’t be heading home until January because I can’t find anyone to watch my dog. On Sunday, I’m packing the dog and a suitcase in the car, and heading to Vail for a few days.
My best friend here … her boyfriend broke it off about a month ago. They met on Christmas Eve last year, and she thought he was the one. I wish I had some magic make-it-all-better advice to offer, but I can say this – if you let that bastard ruin your holiday, you’re giving him more power than he deserves. Don’t give him that power.
Muchos hugs back to Scotti and Odie and Rasa…dear friends all. I hit a wall late yesterday afternoon and…well. Am much better today, and as long as I don’t hear one more ‘I love you’ song til after the holidays I’ll be just fine
Extra hug for MysterEcks…am sorry
And a hug and thanks to elmwood for that bit of advice…‘bastard’ fits well 
Feliz Navidad Chique 
Chin up, chique. This is my 1st Christmas as a single person, so I can identify. I decided to go out last night, to see what I could see, but the mushy songs everone insisted on singing drove me home in about an hour. Next time I’ll shoot for 2 hours-and not go on Karaoke nite
Hey chique…
hugs
I only wish we coudl better express emotions on the board. We could express how we’ve felt, and how we got better. How we know how you feel, how … we’ll you get the idea.
This is my third Christmas as a single, but my first without my son for Christmas eve and morning. That sucks!
But… I’m heading out later tonite to pick up a few things and to stop by Lola and Feynn’s place to harass them for a bit. If anyone can make a person smile and put belief back in you that there is true love in this world, its those two.
Cheer up! Chin up! and have faith that there is happiness ahead for all.
eep
Am sorry I forgot your cool tree, SpiderWoman Was not in the mood for talking much last night, though…well, that and I’ve lost your phone number. Could you email it to me again please?
Juan - y Feliz Nuevos Anos
weirddave - I know, hon, and the first was the worst for me Please take care…hugs
And re mushy songs: Is EXACTLY what set me off, I think.
oldscratch - thanks. Much.
Canadian Sue - :eek: Am sorry hugs to you too…
Geez there were a lot of smilies there…sorry 'bout that.
I could hit on you, if that would make you feel any better.
Time may not heal all wounds, but it does a pretty good job of it. You are about due.
{{{{{chique}}}}}
Chique here’s a christmas hug for you.
(((Chique)))
This is the first Christmas since my best friend died. And I have to go to her house on Monday, which is just going to make things worse. Yes, Happy Holidays indeed. :rolleyes: I really hate this time of year.
{{{{{{chique}}}}}} I appreciate it.
And {{{{{{elmwood/weirddave/CanadianSue/Silver Fire}}}}}} too.
It gets worse, too. I found out tonight that my uncle, who’s been in the hospital for over a week, isn’t going to make it. Weather permitting, the 25th will be spent in a hospital room saying goodbye…and I don’t have any idea how.
As far as I’m concerned, Christmas is cancelled.
MysterE, honey!
(((Rich)))
I am so sorry, and please email me if you need to vent, or cry, or whatever you need to do.
Scotti