Something Sweet

I remember when my sister first started dating her husband. She was in nursing school and he was an exchange student going to college in Syracuse, living in the U.S. on a temporary Visa. They hadn’t been dating very long when she brought him home for the first time to meet our family. When we were alone, I remember her telling me how he first told her that he loved her.

He told me he loved me and I said ‘But you barely even know me.’

His response was “What I do know about you, I already love.”

 

I’ll never forget that because it was terribly romantic and sweet. And I was still a teenager and I hadn’t experienced real love yet.

And as I am writing this I realize that I don’t remember the first time my ex-husband told me that he loved me.

Maybe because it wasn’t memorable.

Or maybe because it doesn’t matter now.

Or maybe for a hundred other reasons.

But I will always remember that exchange between my sister and her first husband that had occurred years earlier.

I think it’s one of those moments where you should remember. It should be memorable and sweet and meaningful.

Because it’s a milestone of sorts in a new relationship.

It’s like the official beginning of a new relationship.

 

That’s it. That’s all I have.

Just a sweet memory about my sister that I wanted to share. -MMP

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I Stopped Caring

A funny thing happens when someone you just met finds your blog.

Panic.

Last night I re-read my posts here and many of them were very difficult for me to read.

I didn’t recognize my own words.

Then I realized I’m not that person anymore.

I’m not gloomy and sad and depressed anymore. Thankfuckinggod.

I’m happier.

Again.

Everything has changed, but for the better.

And I no longer believe that all things happen for a reason.

Because I never deserved to be mistreated that way.

No one has ever lied and deceived me, disrespected and used me before.

You are not a very nice person. But somehow I wanted to see and find the good in you.

And now I know, the only good thing about you – was me.

But you no longer have me.

And do not think for one second, dear, that the universe will allow you to get away with all you have done.

Karma has a way of repaying those who have done harm and you will pay for the damage you have caused me and to others.

I forgive you.  Because I know how miserable and unhappy you are.

And I don’t need to know how horribly your life ends up. Because I simply do not fucking care anymore.

Forgiving you was the first part. And now I’m forgetting you. Forfuckingever.

You were never worth my time, my adoration or my tears.

And I don’t hate you. I feel nothing for you. You no longer exist in my world.

And I don’t know what I’ll be doing next year, or where I’ll be, or who I’ll be with.

But I know I’ll be even happier than I am today.

Because the farther away you are in my past, the happier I become.

 

 

A funny thing happens when you stop caring.

You are finally able to breathe again. And to smile.

And move on.

And I am happy again.

And it’s the most freeing feeling in the world.

“I forgive people by forgetting about them.”

☠Chaotic Disaster☠ @That_Damn_Duck

“I woke up and I forgave you.  Now my real journey begins.”

8dBean @IMBeanz

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