tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637024542668503818.post5238255438504261969..comments2023-03-28T19:18:08.245+10:30Comments on The Passion Of The Criss: It's still raining..........Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02868207171784383186noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637024542668503818.post-521020122016559452013-07-24T22:31:00.755+09:302013-07-24T22:31:00.755+09:30Yes it does help, and no he and I do communicate w...Yes it does help, and no he and I do communicate well, we may just not get the chance to talk exactly when we need too. He will stay quiet for a while, but he will eventually tell me. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02868207171784383186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637024542668503818.post-11534585467402139362013-07-24T17:16:28.335+09:302013-07-24T17:16:28.335+09:30Yes, what you say makes sense and I hope blogging ...Yes, what you say makes sense and I hope blogging your woes is helpful to you. Has he always been reluctant to communicate, or is this something new as if something is bothering him but he isn't ready to talk about it.<br /><br />None of my business........just wondering.<br />Donhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10799732509238959026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637024542668503818.post-85645571385367788742013-07-23T20:12:15.484+09:302013-07-23T20:12:15.484+09:30You tell me, your a man?
I did write to him toda...You tell me, your a man? <br /><br />I did write to him today. He has read it but not said a thing about it. <br />We love each other, that is not in question. I need a venting outlet or I would just explode in a million pieces.<br /><br />He tells me this blog is for me, he said he doesn't read it. I am not trying to hurt anyone. I am just wanting balance. <br /><br />So much crap in this world. So many things to worry about. I just want a safe place to hide. A small slice of heaven. Just for a little while. <br /><br />Sex with him, to me,is like sunlight to a flower. I thrive, grow, become strong in mind and body. It is a drug. I am addicted to our love. LOVE itself. <br /><br />Love is a healer. I really believe that. Love is the only thing that can heal this rotten planet. Too many people try to destroy LOVE on this planet. They degrade it , demean it, and tear it apart. Our world is sick with hate.<br /><br />I will fight for love. I guess I hope that he will see that I am hurting. That if the rolls were reversed I would be doing all I could to fix it. It is all that is wrong. He is my other half. He is my world. We get on very well. We are best friends. <br /><br />So I come here and scream. Almost like a therapy session. Purge it all out, get it all sorted in my head, remove all the emotion, so that when I tackle the issue in person, all the added me'isms are removed and I am dealing with the real issue at hand, and not all the rest of my brain crap. <br /><br />Does that make sense?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02868207171784383186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637024542668503818.post-22142583880997442372013-07-23T16:47:46.908+09:302013-07-23T16:47:46.908+09:30What do suppose might happen if your man read your...What do suppose might happen if your man read your last few blog posts?<br />Donhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10799732509238959026noreply@blogger.com