Moving on... (81)
I think you have WAAAAAAAAAAAAY to much time on your hands !
revealer24: Thanks
You're welcome
And to your question "what life is about?" ...I just came across this when searching for another of his books, 'Hero with a thousand faces'.
Your empathy towards how a child from a broken home must feel was very moving,Its refreshing to see someone genuinly pour their heart out without blame or inunendo,I think many of us can relate to what you have written.
sadly the dad shaped hole in childrens heart willnever heal.
sadly the dad shaped hole in childrens heart willnever heal.
revealer24: Sorting through the stuff as I am packing... and the reality of break-up strikes like lightening from the clear sky... It is no more. Gone. What started so beautifully drowned in misunderstanding and suspicion.
Why?... Why such a mistrust? All your accusations were groundless, yes, I am not perfect, but I am not like you made me out to be...
Pride flames up on both sides, walls raised to the sky, protect yourself, I am right, you are wrong... you don't love me!!!... I do... but I am weak... I don't know how to do it better...
Who cares about the little one... her little eyes wide open and does not understand why she is not loved... What's wrong, she asks... Cleaning up the house, she is told...
Selfishness and pride flashes fiery arrows, blood flows and cries light up the sky... all the little one wants is her hugs and kisses... not at a pre-arranged time, at visitations, but any time and every time... Where is my freedom, to hug mum and dad when I need them? Who cares about ME??? She will get used to not seeing you, I hear the wise saying... but how will I get used to not seeing her?... pain rips my heart, tears run into my eyes... Yes, we will both get used to the scars... they numb our hearts and tone down out feelings... and deep inside the hurts, like boiling lava, are buried forever... but they are alive... these wounds don't heal... we pretend they do, but we lie to ourselves...
We move on with life... if desolation can be called life... for destruction is left behind and blood flows on the streets... cries are heard, quieter and quieter as we go, until all cries die out...
And I enter the cold, unfriendly world... where there is no hope... fearfully looking into the steel cold face of the future... and wonder... what life is about...
Why?... Why such a mistrust? All your accusations were groundless, yes, I am not perfect, but I am not like you made me out to be...
Pride flames up on both sides, walls raised to the sky, protect yourself, I am right, you are wrong... you don't love me!!!... I do... but I am weak... I don't know how to do it better...
Who cares about the little one... her little eyes wide open and does not understand why she is not loved... What's wrong, she asks... Cleaning up the house, she is told...
Selfishness and pride flashes fiery arrows, blood flows and cries light up the sky... all the little one wants is her hugs and kisses... not at a pre-arranged time, at visitations, but any time and every time... Where is my freedom, to hug mum and dad when I need them? Who cares about ME??? She will get used to not seeing you, I hear the wise saying... but how will I get used to not seeing her?... pain rips my heart, tears run into my eyes... Yes, we will both get used to the scars... they numb our hearts and tone down out feelings... and deep inside the hurts, like boiling lava, are buried forever... but they are alive... these wounds don't heal... we pretend they do, but we lie to ourselves...
We move on with life... if desolation can be called life... for destruction is left behind and blood flows on the streets... cries are heard, quieter and quieter as we go, until all cries die out...
And I enter the cold, unfriendly world... where there is no hope... fearfully looking into the steel cold face of the future... and wonder... what life is about...
Well written thank u for sharing
venere08: You're welcome
And to your question "what life is about?" ...I just came across this when searching for another of his books, 'Hero with a thousand faces'.http://www.amazon.com/Reflections-Art-Living-Campbell-Companion/dp/0060926171/ref=pd_sim_b_4
And to your question "what life is about?" ...I just came across this when searching for another of his books, 'Hero with a thousand faces'.http://www.amazon.com/Reflections-Art-Living-Campbell-Companion/dp/0060926171/ref=pd_sim_b_4
I wrote this yesterday as I was packing...
revealer24: I wrote this yesterday as I was packing...
Yes, I did gather that. Thank you for letting us into a part of your life that most people would not only find difficult to express in words, but also to share with the outside world. You have chosen your profile name well.
that book...A fantastic read, I understand and one which helps us, the Hero, explore and identify the archetypes in our own life journey.
thank you for sharing, I can only imagine what a terrible time you are facing at the moment
venere08: Yes, I did gather that. Thank you for letting us into a part of your life that most people would not only find difficult to express in words, but also to share with the outside world. You have chosen your profile name well.
that book...A fantastic read, I understand and one which helps us, the Hero, explore and identify the archetypes in our own life journey.
that book...A fantastic read, I understand and one which helps us, the Hero, explore and identify the archetypes in our own life journey.
Thanks, I will try to get it. I tried but the order didn't go through for some reason...
revealer24: Thanks, I will try to get it. I tried but the order didn't go through for some reason...
I just put my order through, along with 14 other books!!!...I'm hopeless in a bookshop. Worse still, in a cyber one!!!
... But I can't wait for them to arrive
... it will be like Christmas 
I did have some trouble with the site freezing now and again, but it came good. Hope yours went through ok.
I have my children tonight . its early evening in England, i look at them on the sofa watching the simpsons and futuram and realise that tomorrow i will be watching the telly alone. where did it go so wrong why am i so sad i mkiss them growing up even after only a few months alone. i love them but dont want them to know how lonely i am. what i want them to know is they were not to blame for this i and their mother was and they are our priority. so to op i totally empathise with you allthe best blue.
Thanks for everyone... she is three... and she is the greatest treasure.
I will have no internet for some time, though occasionally I might have access. So take care everyone
I will have no internet for some time, though occasionally I might have access. So take care everyone
revealer24: Thanks for everyone... she is three... and she is the greatest treasure.
I will have no internet for some time, though occasionally I might have access. So take care everyone
I will have no internet for some time, though occasionally I might have access. So take care everyone
WTF !! Where u going Mr Rev???
you are part of my new found family
I better back track on posts & do sum reading
BRB
revealer24: Thanks for everyone... she is three... and she is the greatest treasure.
I will have no internet for some time, though occasionally I might have access. So take care everyone
I will have no internet for some time, though occasionally I might have access. So take care everyone
take care, and dont be away too long, we will miss you
revealer24: Thanks for everyone... she is three... and she is the greatest treasure.
I will have no internet for some time, though occasionally I might have access. So take care everyone
I will have no internet for some time, though occasionally I might have access. So take care everyone
thank you for sharing your story. Beautifully written
Take care and hope things even out for you soon
revealer24: Thanks for everyone... she is three... and she is the greatest treasure.
I will have no internet for some time, though occasionally I might have access. So take care everyone
I will have no internet for some time, though occasionally I might have access. So take care everyone
You are the best dad to your little girl, so she will see past the rest. Children are more resilient than us adults. My son was 2.5yrs when we split, but unlike you, his father couldn't give a rats and even relocated to Melbourne. He grew up feeling very rejected. It won't be like that with you. Believe me, she will know how much you love her, despite not seeing you at her home. She really will.
I wish you the very best in all that is ahead for you.
Hi Rev...
Thank you for sharing your very moving post..
Wishing you all the best that you can have out of this sad situation.
Thank you for sharing your very moving post..
Wishing you all the best that you can have out of this sad situation.
Consider my confused??! You moved on awhile ago... this is just making it a reality? You are on a dating site, you have listed your ideal woman... So, you must have known this day was coming.
I am sorry there is a child involved ... I hope you can remain friends , so you can spent time with your daughter
I am sorry there is a child involved ... I hope you can remain friends , so you can spent time with your daughter
In response to: Sorting through the stuff as I am packing... and the reality of break-up strikes like lightening from the clear sky... It is no more. Gone. What started so beautifully drowned in misunderstanding and suspicion.
Why?... Why such a mistrust? All your accusations were groundless, yes, I am not perfect, but I am not like you made me out to be...
Pride flames up on both sides, walls raised to the sky, protect yourself, I am right, you are wrong... you don't love me!!!... I do... but I am weak... I don't know how to do it better...
Who cares about the little one... her little eyes wide open and does not understand why she is not loved... What's wrong, she asks... Cleaning up the house, she is told...
Selfishness and pride flashes fiery arrows, blood flows and cries light up the sky... all the little one wants is her hugs and kisses... not at a pre-arranged time, at visitations, but any time and every time... Where is my freedom, to hug mum and dad when I need them? Who cares about ME??? She will get used to not seeing you, I hear the wise saying... but how will I get used to not seeing her?... pain rips my heart, tears run into my eyes... Yes, we will both get used to the scars... they numb our hearts and tone down out feelings... and deep inside the hurts, like boiling lava, are buried forever... but they are alive... these wounds don't heal... we pretend they do, but we lie to ourselves...
We move on with life... if desolation can be called life... for destruction is left behind and blood flows on the streets... cries are heard, quieter and quieter as we go, until all cries die out...
And I enter the cold, unfriendly world... where there is no hope... fearfully looking into the steel cold face of the future... and wonder... what life is about...
Why?... Why such a mistrust? All your accusations were groundless, yes, I am not perfect, but I am not like you made me out to be...
Pride flames up on both sides, walls raised to the sky, protect yourself, I am right, you are wrong... you don't love me!!!... I do... but I am weak... I don't know how to do it better...
Who cares about the little one... her little eyes wide open and does not understand why she is not loved... What's wrong, she asks... Cleaning up the house, she is told...
Selfishness and pride flashes fiery arrows, blood flows and cries light up the sky... all the little one wants is her hugs and kisses... not at a pre-arranged time, at visitations, but any time and every time... Where is my freedom, to hug mum and dad when I need them? Who cares about ME??? She will get used to not seeing you, I hear the wise saying... but how will I get used to not seeing her?... pain rips my heart, tears run into my eyes... Yes, we will both get used to the scars... they numb our hearts and tone down out feelings... and deep inside the hurts, like boiling lava, are buried forever... but they are alive... these wounds don't heal... we pretend they do, but we lie to ourselves...
We move on with life... if desolation can be called life... for destruction is left behind and blood flows on the streets... cries are heard, quieter and quieter as we go, until all cries die out...
And I enter the cold, unfriendly world... where there is no hope... fearfully looking into the steel cold face of the future... and wonder... what life is about...
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Why?... Why such a mistrust? All your accusations were groundless, yes, I am not perfect, but I am not like you made me out to be...
Pride flames up on both sides, walls raised to the sky, protect yourself, I am right, you are wrong... you don't love me!!!... I do... but I am weak... I don't know how to do it better...
Who cares about the little one... her little eyes wide open and does not understand why she is not loved... What's wrong, she asks... Cleaning up the house, she is told...
Selfishness and pride flashes fiery arrows, blood flows and cries light up the sky... all the little one wants is her hugs and kisses... not at a pre-arranged time, at visitations, but any time and every time... Where is my freedom, to hug mum and dad when I need them? Who cares about ME??? She will get used to not seeing you, I hear the wise saying... but how will I get used to not seeing her?... pain rips my heart, tears run into my eyes... Yes, we will both get used to the scars... they numb our hearts and tone down out feelings... and deep inside the hurts, like boiling lava, are buried forever... but they are alive... these wounds don't heal... we pretend they do, but we lie to ourselves...
We move on with life... if desolation can be called life... for destruction is left behind and blood flows on the streets... cries are heard, quieter and quieter as we go, until all cries die out...
And I enter the cold, unfriendly world... where there is no hope... fearfully looking into the steel cold face of the future... and wonder... what life is about...