You selfish bitch!"
She had known for a long time that putting her needs above those of Adam's wife and children was indeed selfish. She had no real answer to the accusation thrown at her.
"I'm sorry" she said, with her head in her hands.
"you're sorry?" came her adversary's disbelieving reply.
"I am. I'm sorry he married you when he was in love with me. I'm sorry I couldn't have loved someone else. I'm sorry your marriage is a joke and I'm sorry that I'm alone. I'm sorry for a lot of things - for you, for your kids, for me and for him. I spend most of my time being sorry."
For a moment there was silence at the end of the line.
"all you had to do was stay away"
"if only I could have." tears escaped and raced down her cheeks.
"I hate you!
Stichwörter: selfishness heartbreak lost-love complications
I thought he'd pick me, I know he has kids, but when it came down to it, I really thought he'd pick me."
Tears rolled down her face and her nose ran. She sniffed.
"I know I'm selfish"
"You're human"
"I wanted him to abandon his children
Stichwörter: selfishness heartbreak lost-love complications
The pain started years ago, but I'd lived with it for so long at that point that I'd accepted it as an inevitable part of me.
Ashley D. WallisStichwörter: lost-love hurt-feelings
Wandering is better than place sometimes, than home, than destination. Sometimes she can eke out the idea that wandering is possibility, chance, serendipity--he might be there, that place she didn't think to look, hadn't worked hard enough to find....
Michelle LatiolaisStichwörter: love loss mourning grief lost-love grieving
She has been surprised by grief, its constancy, its immediacy, its unrelenting physical pain.
Michelle LatiolaisStichwörter: pain loss sadness grief lost-love
...she imagines her body curled in the narrow monk's bed, knees to chin, her own irrefutable geography, but she sees the blood of her futile heart seeping out over her chest and arms and legs, flooding across the rough wooden floor, down the narrow wooden stairs and out into the old soil of the garden. No roses, no, she does not even ask to make roses, just dissolution; most any night she asks just for that.
Michelle LatiolaisStichwörter: loss sadness grief emptiness oblivion lost-love grieving emotional-pain
For all her culture's attention to the physical, it seemingly has little to salve the creatural anguish of losing someone else's body, their touch, their heat, their oceanic heart...she doesn't want another body, she wants the body she loved, the forceps scar across his cheek that she traced with her hand, his penis, its elegant sweep to the side, the preternaturally soft skin. One wants what one has loved, not the idea of love.
Michelle LatiolaisStichwörter: loss sadness loneliness mourning grief longing lost-love
She wished it were evening now, wished for the great relief of the calendar inking itself out, of day done and night coming, of ice cubes knocking about in a glass beneath the whisky spilling in, that fine brown affirmation of need.
Michelle LatiolaisStichwörter: loss sadness coping lost-love cocktail-hour drinking-your-troubles-away happy-hour
Why do you think you deserve happily ever after? You were offered it before and tossed it away.
Donna Lynn HopeStichwörter: heartbreak lost-love breakups heartbroken
I think anyone who opened their heart enough to love without restraint and subsequently were devastated by loss knows that in that moment you are forever changed; a apart of you is no longer whole. Some will never again love with that level of abandon where life is perceived as innocent and the threat of loss seems implausible. Love and loss, therefore, are linked.
Donna Lynn HopeStichwörter: death lost-love love-and-loss
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