When you first meet someone, you dont know that they suffer from a bipolar disorder. The bpd doesnt appear till a lot later. If the feelings are very strong for this person then why would you want to dump them. Some of the best therapy available is Tender Loving Care, not shrinks, medication etc.[/quote]
TLC can be the best therapy available and is a great help ALONG with medication for any illness, not instead of.
1/2 lb sultanas 1/2 lb raisins 1/4 lb currants 2 oz candied peel 2 oz chopped almonds 1/4 lb shredded suet *1/4 lb Irish butter 1/2 lb soft brown sugar 1/2 teaspoon mixed spice grated zest & juice of 1 lemon grated zest & juice of 1 orange 3 tablespoons brandy (cognac) You will also need more brandy for later Preheat the oven to 200°C (400°F).
Roll out about 2/3 of the pastry to about 1/8 inch thick. Keep the left over trimmings.
Cut the pastry into rounds large enough to line your cake cases. Spoon about a dessertspoon of mincemeat into each pastry case - don't overfill.
Now roll out the remaining pastry to about 1/8 inch thick. Again keep the trimmings. Now cut rounds large enough to cover each little pie.
Use the pastry trimmings to cut small decorations - Christmas tree or holly leaf shapes maybe. Place one on top of each pie. Brush the entire surface of each pie with the egg/milk glaze.
Place in the oven for 30 minutes, until the pies are golden brown on top. Remove and shake a little fine sugar over them while they are still warm.
Serve now, or store and reheat in the microwave when needed. Mince pies freeze very well so can be stored for quite a long time.
They are usually served hot with cold whipped cream. Yum!!
No one who hasnt been through it can appreciate the pure joy of closing the front door and snuggling down with the kids on Christmas eve knowing there will be no trouble, no drunk man raging through the house in the early hours breaking up their presents because they got to much, no tears, no fear. Just a fire in the grate, Christmas movie on the tv and after we are all showered and into our now Christmas jammies we pick one present each from under the tree to open, oh how that decision can take hours, picking up present shaking them them going to the next one lol. then all off to bed in my room into my Superkingsize bed to talk about Christmas and what presents there might be finally to sleep for a few hours all wrapped around each other even though there are 3 other bedroom empty in the house.
Thanks, this to has passed. That relationship didnt last but the year we were together was one of the best of my life,He thought me how to value myself and helped me realise that I am a good person who deserves to be happy,
A simple statement that can mean so much. The first guy I dated after my seperation was a wonderful guy, kindness itself to me, he know some of what I had been though.What brought it home to him was one evening we were having dinner in his place and I knock a bottle of red wine off the table, the wine was heading for him so naturally his instinct is to jump up, however when he did my instinct was to dive under the table and cover my head with my hands to try and ease the blows that were to follow.
He of course was never going to do that to me, he climbed under the table with me and held me till I stopped shaking. It take a long time to get over that instilled fear,
I have posted this before but just feel like this may be a good place to post it again.
What have you done to my heart?
What have you done to my heart? It used to be open, like a rose in full bloom It used to sing at the sound of your voice And dance when you entered the room
You hid the monster so well The one that deep inside you did dwell The one that I tried to ignore But he came out each time we closed the front door
And he would stamp on my heart Pulling the petals further apart Till nothing was left in my breast Just the cold hand of fear clutched at my chest
What have you done to my heart? It used to be so full of light Now what’s left is wrapped up in chains And if someone gets close it takes flight
Sure I do hun and depending on how I am feeling that inventory changes.
I am a middle aged single Mother of 3 (one with a learning disilbilty) with a history of mental illness and will be on meds for the rest of my life.
I am short, a bit overweight, have stretch marks and a bit passed mny sell by date.I have been in a very abusive relationship and am always weary of the next one.
God Starlin could go on all night, what did you start.....
Again I have to say sorry, but that very comment shows how little you understand what it is like when someone you love and who claims to love you abuses that love in the worst way.
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RE: ARE THESE LADIES REALLY SINGLES?
HiHe may well be and I think most of us know that but just wanted to give him a short answer.