Like other areas of our lives, we each have our stuff (definition: Ego + Unheard, Unprocessed Emotions + Unmet Needs). I come from a family where there was a lot of fear and denial around money. My mother was very afraid of not having enough. I believe my father was also afraid but he covered it with many layers of denial. So I come by my stuff quite honestly from the environment I unconsciously absorbed for the first 22 years of my life. I've certainly experienced fear around not having enough and in some ways covered that over with denial – a fine combination of both my mother's and father's emotional imprints.
The husband had his own but since we both believed we attract into our lives at the level of vibration our emotional selves are at (Law of Attraction), we've done just that. We've always had enough even when we lost it all in 2001 at which time we both experienced intense fear for months. I'm guessing that to some extent our...
Love changes everything sounds like the title of a pop song which might be the theme for the kind of chick flick that whiles away a few hours on a weekend evening.
“Not true. Can’t be true. It’s not real life. No one really has that kind of relationship. Blah. Blah. Blah.”
If this is what your thoughts were saying as you read this title, join the ranks of the hurt and disenchanted. So your questions might be:
I was that young woman many years ago that believed that love really did change everything but also that I could never have it because all I did was find someone to not love me and make me feel worse about myself then I already...
I am a kind and loving woman. I require a love relationship with the ones close to me. I care about many people and show them and tell them - including my husband. One morning he was home even though it was Monday morning and I usually have quiet to work. My office was right out in the middle of the house and a lot of what I do is write - just like I am writing right now.
He went out to get the car smogged and came in while I was writing. I greeted him and thanked him for taking care of the car. I listened for a few minutes while he talked about what was happening in the apartment across the way - and he kept talking to his daughter about stuff that is not important that she knows or I listen to at this time. Maybe he wanted to spend a little more time before he settled into his work mode. However, I needed quiet when I wrote. I requested that he stop and he got a little bent out of shape. Although he stopped talking.
I kept writing for a minute or two and then asked if we...
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