God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
The courage to change the things I can,
And the wisdom to know the difference.
I’m having trouble letting go of someone. I have to leave it be, to let this person decide whether and when they want me in their life. I’m so impatient, I find it really hard not to push, so I’m hoping that this will help.
Just want you to know if you ever need a pelvis to ride - er, um - I mean a shoulder to cry on, you have my e-mail address. I also have a toll free work number I could give you if you’d rather actually talk.
If I can’t help with advice, I’m at least good for about a half hour of silly distraction. 
I’m also good for listening and virtual hugs if you find such things helpful. Else I’ll join my prayers with yours and wish you good fortune.
When I need a pick me up, I check this out. 
Thanks. I’m going to go have dinner with a friend right now, so maybe that will help take my mind off of things for a while.
And FTR, hugs, virtual or otherwise, are always welcome.
I know EXACTLY what you’re going through… at a grade 10 scale.
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When are you going to come back to Boston so I can give you a real hug? These virtual ones are nearly as effective.
I know some people don’t care for virtual hugs, but I like ‘em, since I love hugs IRL but it’s kind of hard to reach through the wires to y’all, so…
{{{Crunchy Frog}}} ya goof…thanks for the ego boost, you have no idea how much it helps right now.
{{{Verrain}}} hugs and prayers alike are very welcome
{{{Rasa}}} excellent link
{{{Speaker for the Dead}}} hoping that sharing the sorrow helps to lessen it, for both of us
{{{{{{{{{{Serendipity}}}}}}}}}} sweetie! I’ll have to organize that Great Travelin’ Dopefest so I can get back up that way.
From our limited time together I can see very clearly he’s making an effing stoopid mistake.
Awwww, thanks {{{{{dropzone}}}}} sigh What can ya do?
Sometimes it do, sometimes it don’t. Here’s hoping that even if things don’t go the way you want them to, they go for the best.
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{{{{{{{{{{Cajun Man}}}}}}}}}} my favorite Evil Queen…thank you for your help.
It’s private here, right? It’s not like he’s going to overhear or anything. :rolleyes:
Despite the glaring incorrectness of that, I’ll say this anyway. You know that glurge about “If you truly love someone let them go, etc?” Yeah, it’s made all of us projectile vomit at least once. But it’s true in its own way. This is how it works:
You “let him go”: you throw his ass out, he throws your ass out, he stomps out in a huff, you stomp out in a huff, there’s one of those tearful mutual breakups that only happen in the movies, or (my preferred method) he doesn’t call then, as the time since his last call lengthens, it becomes too embarassing to call. But let’s assume that it was either his idea or you had justifiable objections that precipitated the breakup.
The resulting possible situations are:
He “comes to his senses,” realizing the error of his ways, and returns, begging your forgiveness. A few weeks of being alone is usually enough to trigger this. This, obviously, is the preferred way. It includes pain and self-degradation on his part, always important in teaching male humans and male dogs lessons.
You “come to your senses,” yadayadayada. Not good with guys or dogs because it inflates their feelings of self-importance. (Why no, I don’t have a whole lot of respect for my fellow males. Why do you ask?)
One or the other of you realizes how much happier you are without that other person dragging you down and the other either accepts it or enters an extended period of decline, punctuated by crying jags and excessive drinking. I recommend acceptance. Dropmom says, “Screw 'im. There are other fish in the sea.” Especially if you are an intelligent, entertaining, and attractive woman, as you most certainly are. It’s his loss and some lucky guy’s gain.
And if you were to develop a taste for fat, married guys significantly older than you…
You know I understand to a certain extent where you’re coming from, sis. Hang in there. I’m thinkin’ of ya.
Well, drop, I wasn’t going to go into specifics, but I really don’t think he reads what I post here anyway (this is not self-pity talking, just past experience), so what the hell. The breakup was really pretty mutual, based on the fact that neither one of us is any good at long distance relationships, and was friendly. The problem is, now I miss him. I’ve tried to let him know that in a roundabout sort of way but haven’t gotten the response I wanted. Maybe he doesn’t want to be reminded of me. Maybe he’s just still traumatized, as are most New Yorkers, and not ready to talk about it. Maybe a hundred other things. I’ve never been any good at mindreading, so I really have no idea. All I know is, I’ve put my desire to communicate out there and now I have to let go of it because it’s in his court now.
{{{{{{{{{{BunnyGirl}}}}}}}}}} I can’t tell you how much I’m looking forward to my trip to MI.