I can beat that… got dumped by my Turkish girlfriend after we’d been going out for 3 years. I had been considering proposing but she, obviously, didn’t want to continue. I was gutted naturally. Later, I met a gorgeous Hungarian Girl who is now my wife of 10 years. However, and this is the kicker, on the night we both went to my parents house in the UK to announce our engagement I got a phone call from that Turkish woman (I hadn’t spoken to her for 2 years) telling me that she had just got married and was expecting her first child……
I’d be intersted to hear how you guys and gals would react to that phone call, I’m not posting how I reacted….
Man, Social programming is a B*tch.
We Hairless Apes love to be possesive, territorial, and when we view ourslves as failures, suicidal.
Did you know depression is designed to kill us off earlier? It’s so that the productive members of the ‘Tribe’ have more food, because we’re no longer eating it. Nature is not a nice lady.
PS just because I know this, doesn’t mean it’s a breeze dealing with it, and it doesn’t mean i don’t have sympathy for those that go through it.
Oh yeah. I liked the comic.
I thought youd be out of my mind
And Id finally found a way to learn to live without you
I thought it was just a matter of time
Till I had a hundred reasons not to think about you
But its just not so
And after all this time, I still cant let go
Ive still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory, baby
Ive got your kiss
Still burning on my lips
The touch of my fingertips
This love so deep inside of me, baby
Ive tried everything that I can
To get my heart to forget you
But it just cant seem to
I guess its just no use
In every part of me
Is still a part of you
And Ive still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory, baby
Ive got your kiss
Still burning on my lips
The touch of her fingertips
This love so deep inside of me, baby
Ive still got your face
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heart, oh baby
Something in your eyes keeps haunting me
Im trying to escape you
And I know there aint no way to
To chase you from my mind
Ive still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory baby
HOLY SHIT! That’s me! Her name was Linnea Cooke Reynolds. I wonder what it is now? Here is is almost 20 years later and I think I will always love her. *sigh*
From the backdoor of your life you swept me out, dear
In the bread line of your dreams I lost my place
At the table of your love I got the brush off
At the Indianapolis of your heart I lost the race
I’ve been washed down the sink of your conscience
In the theater of your love I lost my part
And now you say you’ve got me out of your conscience
I’ve been flushed from the bathroom of your heart
In the garbage disposal of you dreams I’ve been ground up, dear
On the river of your plans I’m up the creek
Up the elevator of your future I’ve been shafted
On the calendar of your events I’m last week
I’ve been washed down the sink of your conscience
In the theater of your love I lost my part
And now you say you’ve got me out of your conscience
I’ve been flushed from the bathroom of your heart
Please, for the sake of your own happiness, move on with your lives. Why is it the hardest things for Westerners to do is to move on? Find closure in whatever you have to , but move on. Think, you are socially programed by Western media to believe that love /romance is more important then anything else. ITS NOT! Loving yourself, FIRST, is the most important thing. Loving other people SECOND is the key. LOVE yourself, know that you are WHOLE by yourself and move on!
Yikes, looking at some comments doesn’t make the future look any easier. It’s been 4 months for me, and here are some people with 20 years and still pining.
been there, done that..
several times.
Aww.
familiar feeling…
This makes me sad.
Similar anguish.
I can beat that… got dumped by my Turkish girlfriend after we’d been going out for 3 years. I had been considering proposing but she, obviously, didn’t want to continue. I was gutted naturally. Later, I met a gorgeous Hungarian Girl who is now my wife of 10 years. However, and this is the kicker, on the night we both went to my parents house in the UK to announce our engagement I got a phone call from that Turkish woman (I hadn’t spoken to her for 2 years) telling me that she had just got married and was expecting her first child……
I’d be intersted to hear how you guys and gals would react to that phone call, I’m not posting how I reacted….
Wow, another spot-on comic… I’m beginning to think we all live very similar lives.
Same thing happened to me… except I never went out with her…. and Its still thousands….but the restraining order helps
I just got a new girl, and with proper illegal drugs, I had a nympho on my hands again
Man, Social programming is a B*tch.
We Hairless Apes love to be possesive, territorial, and when we view ourslves as failures, suicidal.
Did you know depression is designed to kill us off earlier? It’s so that the productive members of the ‘Tribe’ have more food, because we’re no longer eating it. Nature is not a nice lady.
PS just because I know this, doesn’t mean it’s a breeze dealing with it, and it doesn’t mean i don’t have sympathy for those that go through it.
Oh yeah. I liked the comic.
I thought youd be out of my mind
And Id finally found a way to learn to live without you
I thought it was just a matter of time
Till I had a hundred reasons not to think about you
But its just not so
And after all this time, I still cant let go
Ive still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory, baby
Ive got your kiss
Still burning on my lips
The touch of my fingertips
This love so deep inside of me, baby
Ive tried everything that I can
To get my heart to forget you
But it just cant seem to
I guess its just no use
In every part of me
Is still a part of you
And Ive still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory, baby
Ive got your kiss
Still burning on my lips
The touch of her fingertips
This love so deep inside of me, baby
Ive still got your face
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heart
Painted on my heart, oh baby
Something in your eyes keeps haunting me
Im trying to escape you
And I know there aint no way to
To chase you from my mind
Ive still got your face
Painted on my heart
Scrawled upon my soul
Etched upon my memory baby
~the cult / painted on my heart
Six months and I’m still on the million times a day.
HOLY SHIT! That’s me! Her name was Linnea Cooke Reynolds. I wonder what it is now? Here is is almost 20 years later and I think I will always love her. *sigh*
its been 23 yrs,
still at once or more a day.
From the backdoor of your life you swept me out, dear
In the bread line of your dreams I lost my place
At the table of your love I got the brush off
At the Indianapolis of your heart I lost the race
I’ve been washed down the sink of your conscience
In the theater of your love I lost my part
And now you say you’ve got me out of your conscience
I’ve been flushed from the bathroom of your heart
In the garbage disposal of you dreams I’ve been ground up, dear
On the river of your plans I’m up the creek
Up the elevator of your future I’ve been shafted
On the calendar of your events I’m last week
I’ve been washed down the sink of your conscience
In the theater of your love I lost my part
And now you say you’ve got me out of your conscience
I’ve been flushed from the bathroom of your heart
Please, for the sake of your own happiness, move on with your lives. Why is it the hardest things for Westerners to do is to move on? Find closure in whatever you have to , but move on. Think, you are socially programed by Western media to believe that love /romance is more important then anything else. ITS NOT! Loving yourself, FIRST, is the most important thing. Loving other people SECOND is the key. LOVE yourself, know that you are WHOLE by yourself and move on!
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Self respect /is/ important… but with loving yourself, just try not to become a narcissist!
Yikes, looking at some comments doesn’t make the future look any easier. It’s been 4 months for me, and here are some people with 20 years and still pining.