tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27828358.post116179677356893120..comments2020-10-02T20:43:41.014-04:00Comments on JoyZeeBoy: Love??? HEAD FOR THE HILLS!!!JoyZeeBoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17045681895558115673noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27828358.post-1161957773681160822006-10-27T10:02:00.000-04:002006-10-27T10:02:00.000-04:00Very funny, Ms. S. FYI, I love ME best. The rest...Very funny, Ms. S. FYI, I love ME best. The rest of you, not so much.<BR/><BR/>(Or, as Jan says, "Who treats me better than I do?")Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27828358.post-1161956618344826992006-10-27T09:43:00.000-04:002006-10-27T09:43:00.000-04:00FWIW I love you. But I need to know who you love b...FWIW I love you. But I need to know who you love best--me or Steve. LOL.Bev Sykeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16794928133704720689noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27828358.post-1161873243966902762006-10-26T10:34:00.000-04:002006-10-26T10:34:00.000-04:00Thanks, Steve. I really appreciate your empathy a...Thanks, Steve. I really appreciate your empathy and compassion. Be assured, though, that I'm not fishing for attention or pity with that tale.<BR/><BR/>In fact, writing it down and displaying it publicly is a form of therapy for me. It helps me to look at the event coldly now and to simply marvel at the continuing effects it had (and has) on my emotional development.<BR/><BR/>But consider this...<BR/><BR/>Self-knowledge means nothing if we lack to ability to un-do or overcome that which has been done. And my biggest fear is not what happened, it's that I'll never find the key to un-doing the damage.<BR/><BR/>I fear that the innocent trust that was destroyed that night did some irrepairable damage to my psyche that renders me unfit and unable to sustain a loving, intimate, relationship with another person.<BR/><BR/>In some ways I think that you and I share some similar emotional scars as a result of a broken trust.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27828358.post-1161863248919840652006-10-26T07:47:00.000-04:002006-10-26T07:47:00.000-04:00Besides that, Mrs. Lincoln, how did you enjoy the ...Besides that, Mrs. Lincoln, how did you enjoy the play? <BR/><BR/>Yikes. I sometimes forget how lucky I was to have been raised with unconditional love. Once I adopt someone into my family, I can't unlove them ever again. It's literally impossible for me. I forget that love is thing that one learns early from the people who raise you. You were a victim of the worst kind of child abuse. My heart breaks for that little boy being woken up in the middle of night.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com